“Your Majesty, I understand that my family’s actions have caused you great pain in that past and we are honestly and sincerely sorry. Please, I implore you to consider the consequences of denying us your forgiveness,” his tone was respectful but tinged with desperation.He paused to search Dario’s eyes for any sign of compassion, but found only a blank resolve staring back at him. Undertered, Tristan continued, his voice growing more impassioned with each word. “Let us reason man to man…”‘Let us reason man to man?’ Dario thought.All the times Tristan humiliated and rained insults on Dario, he never thought about reasoning man to man. But now, he wants to reason man to man.“…we know we have made mistakes in the past, but we are willing to do whatever it takes to make amends. Whatever it takes. We sent a heartfelt handwritten apology before coming today, I guess you’ve not read it yet.”Tristan was right. Dario had not even received the letter since he had been caught up with attendi
When they first heard his voice, they felt a sudden surge of hope but after they digested his response, their hope plummeted. They refused to accept his dismissal, as their desperation escalated into frantic pleas and protests. They consoled each other as they sobbed uncontrollably, their cries echoing off the walls of the throne room.“You may leave now. I will give your requests a thought,” Dario repeated, his tone firm.Dario still had other guests to attend to and other plans for the day, so he had to dismiss them. Regardless, they were not worthy of his time!“No!!!” Lauren screamed. She began to roll on the floor while wailing very loudly. “You have to help us now! Or we are not leaving,” she said, crying her eyes out with her heart shattered by Dario's dismissal.“We are not leaving,” the others muttered in agreement to Lauren.Seeing their stubbornness, Dario heaved a sigh and gestured to the guards standing nearby. “Remove them at once,” he calmly ordered, his voice devoid o
After Lord Wilson and Natalie left the throne room, Delilah began by sighing deeply. Her eyes locked in with that of Dario, she started, “Please listen to everything I have to say with an open heart. Irrespective of how much I have hurt you.”“I know I hurt you deep, Dee…”‘Dee?’ Why is she suddenly calling him Dee? Dario thought. Dee was the nickname Delilah used to call Dario when they were still in the early stage of their marriage. She also called him the name whenever she wanted to have her way with something. Those times were very good times between Dario and Delilah, until Delilah’s family business started doing well in the market and their social status moved higher by the week. Things then began to change as Dario gradually became unworthy to her.“…I would love to beg for your forgiveness, but I know you won’t yield.”As Delilah stood before Dario, her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Her tone was soft as she spoke, attempting to get to Dario on an emotional level and to b
Dario immediately straightened up, pulling away from the kiss and with a disgusted look, he turned his back on her to walk away, leaving Delilah standing there with her hope shattered.She watched him go, feeling the weight of her past actions crashing down on her. But it lasted only for a while, when she ran to him with her quick steps. “Dee, please,” she whispered seductively, her tone still tinged with desperation. She reached out and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him to face her. “You can’t just walk away from us like this. Remember what we had?”Dario turned his head slightly.She pressed her chest against his arms she was holding and she whispered, “We had so many beautiful moments together. Remember our nights under the sheets? The way you pounded in my insides, Dee? The days you made love to me instead? The way you held me close and promised nothing would ever tear us apart?” Dario couldn’t help but chuckle at how hard Delilah was trying now. Even these moments only lasted
Dario stood in his father’s study reminiscing about how the entire week had gone. It’s been a few days since the coronation party and Dario could testify that it was one of the best weeks of his life, if not the best. Though it was a hectic one, it was full of joy and laughter.He had to attend to numerous guests everyday who came bearing gifts upon gifts. From expensive and luxurious gifts to elegant and cultural gifts to non material gifts and many more.Dario was able to gain more wealth, fame, admiration from women and allies from different parts of the world. He couldn’t believe how much love he also received from his own people and the warm welcome from them all. It was none like he expected. It affirmed to him that they trusted him enough to rule and lead them. And that felt really good.Every day at the palace, there were sets of exceptionally beautiful women brought by their fathers to marry them off to Dario, each woman more beautiful than the last. These were men from var
The first time Dario found the journal, he hesitated for a moment before opening his father’s journal. The aged leather cover already creaked in his hands, revealing the brownish pages within. He had only been able to read a very few pages until now. On the said day, when he turned the first few pages, a small piece of paper fell out and fluttered to the desk. It was a note written in his father’s unmistakable handwriting. The note said;“Amidst the ink of battles won, Lies a secret yet undone. Seek the verse with lines askew, Where hidden truths await your view.”He then realized that he had to delve deep into the journal. What secrets could Lord Reynolds’ journal hold?The entries were dated back many years, and as he read, the words began to paint a vivid picture of his father’s life and emotions.As he read the contents of the pages, he read them aloud but in a hushed tone.“…May 14th, Year of the Eagle…Today, I find myself thinking of Maria more than ever. Her laughter
“Good morning my love,” Maria greeted Dario who just walked into the dining room, with a very bright smile plastered on her face.“Good morning mama,” he greeted, flashing her a smile just as bright, as he walked to sit at the dining table with her for breakfast.Dario had the journal in his hand too. He placed it on the table before taking a seat.When he got to Sunset Manor from the mansion yesterday, it was too late at night and Maria had gone to bed and he didn’t want to disrupt her sleep. “Slept well?” Maria said, looking up from her plate of pancakes and eggs. “Yes mama, you?”“Yes I did. Eat up, baby,” she said, gesturing for Dario to eat. After a while, Maria noticed the old worn leather journal on the table and decided to ask about it because it looked really familiar. “What’s that book?”“It’s something I want to show you, but let’s finish breakfast first. Okay!” Dario said with a fake smile plastered on his face.“Hmm,” Maria inspected the book with her eyes, trying to r
After Dario and Maria left sir Davis’ house disappointed, Dario decided to go to Stakefield, his technology company, to see how things were going over there. Blake had done a very good job handling the company on behalf of Dario and as the managing director. He was trustworthy and a man of integrity. Dario had a sharp business suit that contrasted with his usual royal regalia. He stepped out of his sleek Mercedes and approached the towering glass building of his technology company.“Your Majesty!” A distant voice called out loud, halting Dario’s steps. When Dario turned to see where the distant voice was coming from, he saw a man running towards him.The man looked shabby, with his clothes that hung loosely on his thin frame, frayed at the edges and was stained with what appeared to be old coffee spills. His hair looked unkempt, sticking out in wild tufts as if it had not seen a comb in weeks. The closer he got, the more familiar he seemed to Dario. Dario squinted his eyes to see h