Damien almost dropped his bag in his surprise. What is this? He wondered wide-eyed. “Did that big tv just talk or is someone around?”He looked around hastily and even peered up at the ceiling to see if anyone was trying to cause mischief. All he saw was the intricately designed pop ceiling and the mesmerizing chandeliers that beamed down at him.Before he could look further, he heard “Will you like to take your time to decide or should I list out the available channels?”Damien felt that something must be wrong somewhere, now that he was sure that the sound was coming from the Tv. He was looking straight at it after all.Even though he felt like running out of the room to tell the maids that something was wrong with the TV, he knew that would give Victoria more reasons to insult him. So, he squared his shoulder and said in a serious tone “Pick Channel 3”“Good choice. Channel 3 coming up in a second. Here you go. Enjoy!” the voice replied chirpily and true enough. A program came on.
The king asked in a stern voice “Who the hell are you and what are you doing with my girl?” all the softness that was on his face earlier when he was talking to the anonymous Mon Cherie was all gone. His face was like that of a lion who wouldn’t hesitate to tear his prey apart within seconds.“I…I am Damien, sir”“I am not interested in your name, you idiot. And I am no sir to you, you call me Your Highness. Have you no idea how to address a royalty?” Damien could have easily answered yes to that question but the man was already saying something else. He looked up in thought, rubbing his barely-there beard as he said contemplatively “Damien, Damien. Have I ever heard of any young master with that name?” he shook his head before turning back to Damien “What is your surname? Where are you from?”That question of his origin made Damien sputter and he said in a panic “I am from….My family name is Kostos”“Kostos” King Saldus repeated to himself “No, definitely not” then to Damien “You st
Isabella woke with the sound of a scream ringing in her ears. That sound. That sound sounded inhuman. She doubted that any human would make such a sound. It was too primal. Too…Isabella jerked back her coverlet and climbed out of bed when she realised that she was drowning in her sweat. The high-power AC in her room and the fact that she slept with just a tube and pants on did nothing to detract from the heat that was pumping off her body. She was too weak to go to the kitchen so she merely went to the minifridge close to the sitting area to get a bottle of water. She gulped it down while standing as the cold vent of the ac buffetted hr exposed skin.Her sweat dried up in no time but that did nothing to reduce the way her system was still jumping. Just like a junkie on the rebound, she walked groggily towards the bathroom she entered the shower and simultaneously pressed the cold shower button. She didn’t even jolt as the cold water sluiced over her, drenching her hair, tube and bra
Damien couldn’t bathe. When the forbidden tone of Victoria rang in his mind, with the message “He doesn’t like to be kept waiting”, he only brushed hastily and tossed his clothes on before running out of the room.He halted when he met two burly guards in front of his door. They gave him a once over before one of them said “Follow me”Damien tugged at his well-worn shirt as he followed the silent guard down the staircase. He remembered that the king had said he was on the same floor with the princess so he looked around to gauge where she could be staying but the guard was moving so fast that Damien couldn’t even get the lay of the land, so to say.When he heard snickers from passing maids and royal officials, he knew that it must have something to d with his shabby wear. Every one of them was formally dressed and their uniforms seemed to be according to their post yet he looked so frumpy beside even the maids.The guard nodded at two guards that stood in front of a tall, intricately
Damien was later told to excuse them at the table. He had no idea what the father and daughter duo were talking about but even he could see how angry the king was with the princess. Damien wondered what will be his plight if the man could be so angry at his daughter that he threw the napkin in his hand aggressively on the succulent pies in front of him. That was when the princess tried to explain herself again without sitting down as her father told her. The guards were still at the door and Damien wondered if they thought he was going to run out of the palace under such a condition. Though he didn’t want to be anxious, he couldn’t help but be. He did not even have his phone with him to know if Sky had called him or not. He had no idea if the New Order Clan heard anything about what happened to him at the Macmillans. He was sure that Sky must have heard through Sybil if he was in school. After all, that girl would jump at anything to paint him black. “Oh, look at you” Helios bega
Damien couldn’t believe that his wish would be granted so easily. He thought the princess wouldn’t want him to be out of her sight as she had stated earlier and he was fully expecting her to deny his request. But she had not done that. She added an extra benefit to it. Damien was happy that he get to go back to school again yet he was a bit sad about the fact that his uniform was now ruined. It was far from the pristine wear that it once was. he finally resolved to wear his regular wear to school the following day. He knew he had asked too much of Sky and others already but he had no choice but to ask him the next day for ways to get a new uniform. Damien found out that he was getting tired of asking people for favours, especially when those people could get hurt from being connected to him. He had an inkling that Sybil wouldn't just let him off if he went back to school. He took her threat to make life miserable for him if he went back to school seriously and he knew that things we
Damien was happy to get to school on time. Only a few students were around when he alighted in front of the school gate and he directed the driver to leave.“I am supposed to wait to take you back to the palace. That was the directive I was given” the driver said.Damien looked at him in surprise but then he realised that the man was serious. He quickly thought of what to say and he got one “The school do not allow drivers to wait in the car on school premises, so you will have to leave. I can walk to the palace by myself”“I am sorry, sir but it is the princess’s order. Besides nobody in this school would dare to send away a driver from the palace” the driver said confidently.“Why?” Damien asked, just as he remembered that Michael once told him that the school belong to the royal family. Which means the king. Which means the princess can do whatever she wanted.Damien knew that having the driver wait for him or people seeing him in that expensive car was asking for trouble. He had e
“You want to do what?” King Saldus asked with a narrowed gaze on his daughter, who suddenly reminded him of her younger self as she twiddled her thumbs. She once had that habit when she wanted to ask him for something important to her. Twiddling her thumbs, even as she looked straight at him like she was not anxious for his reply. Isabella looked away momentarily from her father’s penetrating gaze as she repeated with a shrug. “Dad, you have always wanted me to go out. To mingle with people my age. To live a normal life. Isn’t that the reason why you set up that ridiculous show of having men parade themselves for me to choose from? So, I am saying it now that I will like to finally go out there and…mingle. You can quit my tutorship programs. Tell the tutors to stop coming or keep them. You don’t even have to worry about the fact that I am not making any friends too. I am sure that I will make plenty of friends in that school too. I can just complete my high school programme there and