Lisa wakes up in a strange room, she bleakly opens her eyes, one eyelid after the other. The excruciating pain from her arm triggered her as she tried to move it unbeknown of where she was or what happened to her.“Damn!” She exclaimed to the pain she felt. Then gradually, she grabbed the arm to check it out and found that it was treated and bandaged already. Her brows lifted in surprise, wondering what had happened to her and how she got to this state.As she tried to sit up more and properly observe the situation, the pain hit again and she yelled, “Argh!” Holding the arm gently. Her memory began to come back to her swiftly like flashes. “Where am I?” She questioned herself almost like she was talking to someone else who had the answers.She recall fleeing the Langston Tower without her bag or even her phone, the security in pursuit and how she evaded them. Then the gunshot from the unknown shooter, she remembered not hearing the sound of the gun and thought who the shooter was. “A
The Grandmaster signalled for her to get up as he took his seat on his throne. “Brienne, get her something to drink.” He instructed the mean-looking woman who had escorted Lisa to him. Lisa rose up and sat back on her seat, frightened by the appearance of the Grandmaster as she beheld him. The first and only time prior to now that she saw the man was during a brief meeting when he came around to Mr. Barnes' mansion. Even then, she only got a short glance at him and didn't really see him upclose.The man is as frightening as she had heard all the while. His voice thundered and his silence was even more scary. She didn't know much about him nor about his relationship with Mr. Barnes, only that he was the Grandmaster of the Shadow Government.“You are aware of what is happening?”The Grandmaster asked her.“Yes, Grandmaster.” She answered back in a rushed and shaking tone.Brienne came back with a bottle of drink and poured some for her. She gulped it quickly to quench her thirst and eas
“Today marks a great day in the history of our nation as the Crowned Prince of our Kingdom returns from his assignment in Italy. We recall that about a month ago, the Prince, Prince Damon Langston went on a diplomatic assignment in Italy in an alliance between both nations to help solve the mafia situation in the country of Italy. The Prince returns today from Italy having successfully delivered on the assignment and achieving the impossible. Join us as we interview His Highness at the airport.” The news reporters blasted out on their channels, announcing the return of Prince Damon Langston.Damon's plane touched down at his private airport in London, he and Brandley were together as they watched the news and prepared themselves for the mammoth crowd that awaited them outside.The airport was filled with an assortment of people who came to welcome back the Prince and show their love for him. First, there were the reporters and their crew all stationed strategically at the end of the r
The buzz for the Prince increased by the second as the people continued to cheer for him, a true national hero he was indeed. Damon walked down the podium to give his speech to the waiting Press, accompanied by the Prime Minister, his friends, and the delegates all lined up behind him. The cheers hit its climax one more time as she stepped on the podium, the people eager to hear him speak. Gradually, the noise died down so he could speak and everyone turned to the listen. His speech was attended to by the entire world who tuned in keenly to hear what he had to say.“I am pleased to announce to the great people of Britain and Italy that our assignment was a success.” He began his speech and once again, the crowd roared to his words. It almost seemed like it was a god speaking. “The mafia syndicate in Italy has being dissolved and they have surrendered, thanks to the work of our great team, the collaboration of the British MI6 and the Italian Intelligence, and especially to President B
Damon remained silent for a while to allow the crowd quiet down their noise as he too ruminated over the question. It was the golden goose question and everyone has been waiting for the answers to it. Ambassador Justin Barnes was too popular and too important in the country for his whereabouts to go unquestioned, so the people needed answers and he had prepared for it. The Italians left it all to him because they wanted him to do the honours of sharing the information he learnt with the world.“Okay, let's settle down and listen, please.” He called for their attention.The crowd gradually drew their noise to a still and listened to their Prince as he was set to provide them with the answers they needed. “It is true that Ambassador Justin Barnes is a very important figure in our country and one of the pioneering national patriots we have alive. But…” He paused as the crowd began to murmur to the exemption statement he was about to make on their most patriotic nationalist.“But, Ambassa
Damon made his way to the Palace, the entourage with him was massive as cars lined up to fill the streets of London in his convoy. The people of London also filled the streets in celebration of the their Prince’s return and the success of his assignment. Damon had brought great respect and admiration to the country and everyone praised him for that.In the car, he was with Sonia and Brandley while Philip, Elizabeth, and Ivy followed on other vehicles. Sonia was already all over him, thanking her God for his safe return and thanking Brandley as well, they had kept to their word they gave to her and nothing made her happier.“You two, get a room,” Brandley's elderly voice scolded them as they kissed in the car. Sonia giggled at him and responded, “Thanks again, Brandley. I owe you a lot.” They all smiled with happiness coursing through their hearts.Damon beheld her, the woman he loved almost more than everything. Finally, it was all settled in Italy and he is back home, now he can pro
“Thank you, grandfather. I am honoured that you consider me that much and I promise to never fail you.” Damon responded in return to his grandfather.The King hugged him for a moment and then let go. “Now, sit and let's talk about Mr. Barnes.” The King took his seat while Damon got the drinks and poured for them to take.He sat also with his grandfather and sighed, “Mr. Barnes is your nephew. Did you know that?” Damon asked his grandfather.The King maintained a neutral face, he didn't show any sign of surprise nor did he show his knowledge of the matter. “Hmm.” He hummed His response and gulped his drink.Damon chuckled, he figured his grandfather already knew. He figured that there was a chance that the King didn't fully know but had his suspicions and when he gave him the missing pieces, they confirmed his suspicions which of course shouldn't make him surprised.“And his father…” Damon continued but his grandfather took it over from him.“John, is my stepbrother. Hannah's son.” His
The celebration party was on and all the guests gathered in attendance to feasts and enjoy themselves. At different corners were elite and royal guests all arraigned in this glamorous event.Damon was bombarded by guests who came to have a word or two with him, to congratulate him and all. One of those groups were his good friends and allies, the Whitmores. Their contribution to his assignment helped him a great deal, they provided the information that leaked the locations of all the mafia strongholds and the relevant details needed for the attack.“Your Highness,” they greeted him, “We see the snake charmer’s magic is celebrated.” Brice added in their usually metaphoric way.Damon smiled and welcomed them to the party. “A snake charmer needs a snake, doesn't he?” He answered and they all laughed. “I really appreciate your support in making this a success. You would have been knighted, but you know…” he added.“Snakes don't need public recognition, not everyone appreciates their art a