Adonis's voice filled the meeting room, recounting the exhaustive sweep they'd made across the city for Oliver and Lord Bassey. His frustration was very obvious, his words carrying the weight of disappointment from their futile efforts.In the midst of the tense air, a new discussion was birthed, ideas bouncing like ping pong balls, each carrying the urgency of the situation. They talked about what should come next, voices overlapping in a symphony of problem-solving, each suggestion akin to a piece in a complex puzzle.Amid the whirlwind of debates, the focus swerved like a river changing its course. The health of King Archie also came into focus, how he should be more treated because it did not seem like he was getting anywhere near better.Suddenly, like a lightning bolt cutting through the storm, Jessie burst into the room, his eyes wide and his breath uneven. All eyes turned to him with immediate effect, a silent question hanging in the air. His words spilled out in a rush, urgen
Adonis walked into the palace with a heavy heart. The elders and members of the tribunal were waiting for him, their expressions a mix of worry and seriousness. They motioned for him to join them, their unspoken concern hanging in the air.After he settled among them, they started by sharing the unsettling news that had turned his world upside down in the last minutes in the first place.“This morning brought unexpected visitors - police officers arriving at the palace gates. Never thought I’d ever see such happen, and their purpose was a puzzle, a list of questions which they said they have for you, your highness. But luck wasn't on their side of course as your absence was what they met and so we had to tell them to push their inquiry to a later time.” Lady Beatrice shared, her words carrying a weight of confusion.“Yes, they also claimed that a witness has emerged someway somehow, and their statement is painting you in a suspicious light.” Lady Beatrice said again.Adonis listened,
Adonis found himself immersed in the solitude of his room, the weight of the pressing issue at hand bearing down upon him like a heavy cloak. He sat alone, wondering how he was somehow starting to fall from a position he had just attained and was yet to fully enjoy. The path before him just seemed so blur, and he almost concluded that he was probably not just meant to have a good life or something. The swift amnesia of the masses struck him with incredulity. How had they so quickly shifted their focus away from the true perpetrator, Oliver, and directed their accusations at him instead? It was as if the truth had been totally swallowed, leaving them to simply forget about all other things and face him instead. And all because of what? Something he did not do? Mere speculations? A sense of unease crept over him, killing all of the little fragile foundation of self-esteem he had begun to build. He muttered to himself, voicing his doubts aloud. “Perhaps I am just not cut out for this r
CHAPTER 78: Confinement.Adonis stood before the police officers, his heart pounding like a drumbeat in his chest. Their stern demeanor held an unspoken accusation, a weight that seemed to grow with every passing moment. "Your highness," one officer began, his tone a blend of formality and suspicion, "we have some very serious allegations against you." Adonis shifted uncomfortably, his mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation. "Allegations? Against me?" The second officer nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Yes, witnesses have come forward. They claim to have seen you at the hospital on the morning of Harriet's father's passing." Adonis felt like the ground was slipping beneath his feet. "I wasn't there that morning. I swear." The first officer's eyebrows arched, skepticism etched across his features. "We've heard that before, Your highness but witnesses seem to disagree and so we can not just beleiv your words." Adonis clenched his fists, a mixture of frustration and disb
In the dim, forgotten warehouse, a figure stepped out from the shadows, catching Adonis off guard. The man's worn-out attire and tired demeanor spoke of a life that must have being through a lot of hardships. Adonis wasted no time in asking questions that were of course very neccesary, he looked at the stranger with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity, his mind racing to know the purpose of this unforeseen encounter. "Who are you?" he questioned, his voice tinged with cautious suspicion. The man offered a weary smile, his face etched with lines that seemed to hold tales of ages past. "Edward, my name is Edward, your highness," he introduced himself, his words carrying a hint of intrigue. "I was once a loyal servant to his royal majesty, King Archie." Adonis exchanged glances with Jesse, their expressions mirroring his curiosity. "Why did you leave then, Edward?" Adonis inquired, his eyes narrowing slightly as he wished to know what this man was on about. A distant look clouded Ed
Before venturing back to the palace, Adonis decided to swing by Valerie's freshly established boutique, it was a vibrant haven of fashion and creativity just like Valerie had wanted, it was also fast becoming one of the best in its city. Adonis’ arrival was greeted by the cheerful chime of the doorbell, signaling his entry into this world of elegance and style. Inside, it almost felt like had just stepped into somewhere entirely different, the atmosphere was just very beautiful and cheerful.But reveling in this beauty and comfort took a short while for Adonis because as soon as he stepped in, a wave of hushed whispers and wary glances washed over Adonis like a tide of discomfort.Even the workers, adorned in their work aprons like sentinels of the establishment, shot unfriendly scowls and guarded glares in his direction. The weight of their collective scrutiny bore down on him, like an uninvited guest at a party.Valerie, the ever observable person that she was immediately noticed
As they arrived at the palace, a storm of anger and disapproval awaited Adonis in the form of the elders. Their stern expressions and wagging fingers were a clear sign of their disappointment. "Elders, I..." Adonis began, his voice faltering slightly under the weight of their collective gaze. "Your highness!" snapped Lady Beatrice, her voice a thunderclap that reverberated through the room."Do you realize the gravity of your actions?" Another elder’s voice was tinged with a mix of disbelief and reproach. "We explicitly instructed you not to leave the palace, your highness, and yet, you defy our words? Haven’t you been told yet that even the king is answerable to the tribunal? It is a great feature of a good king." Adonis met their stern gazes, his jaw clenched in determination to make them see his point any which way, "I understand your concern, but there were unforeseen yet important circumstances." Sir Hitchhacker scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Ah, the infamous unfores
In a surge of anticipation, they stormed into the warehouse, driven by the desire to unveil all of the secrets that was needed to be revealed and all of the tables that was needed to be turned.What they encountered, however, painted a different picture entirely. Instead of the expected figures of Oliver or even Lord Bassey, the space revealed a gathering of normal looking men, circled around a table adorned with stacks of boxes. Amidst the echoing silence, the atmosphere was charged as they had barged in on them as if expecting to meet them trafficking kids if possible, they had expected the worst of the worst after all, only for the scene that they had come into to be this.The commissioner's authoritative voice sliced through the charged air, a call for order amidst the various sea of emotions, Fear and confusion for the men they had barged on and disappointment and equal confusion for they that had barged in on them."Hold your positions," he instructed no one in particular, his w