The hot struggle between Prince Hillarius and the prime minister's wife continued without anyone knowing except the two of them. Repeatedly, they found moments of respite, continuing their secret rendezvous until the sun began its descent in the western sky.
"Put your clothes on and tidy up. Don't open your mouth or you will know the consequences, Mrs. Pochlea," Prince Hillarius ordered as he quickly dressed himself.Prince Hillarius left the woman alone and headed for the palace. As calmly as if nothing had happened, he made his way to the room of Queen Claudius, his mother. His beloved mother stood on the balcony of her room, having just been examined by the palace physician. A faint smile played on her pale lips as she greeted Prince Hillarius."Hillarius, where have you been?" Queen Claudius called softly."Hunting, Mother," Prince Hillarius replied briefly as he hugged his mother tightly."Your marriage to Arachlea is fastPrince Arshakein raised his whip, his neutrals staring coldly at Arachlea. The whip landed swiftly, lacerating Arachlea's back. Arachlea bit her lip to stifle a scream. Fresh blood immediately splashed out of the wound."Hm, really stubborn. Now it's your turn, Bro." Prince Arshakein hissed, nodding towards Prince Shankarein.The Crown Prince laughed in satisfaction and followed Prince Arshakein's lead. His whip also landed on Arachlea's bruised body. As Arachlea felt her wounds swell, her defenses finally crumbled, and she cried out in agony from the pain and burning sensation on her skin."Maybe that's enough, little brother," Prince Shankarein murmured, stopping his brother. Prince Arshakein simply muttered and stepped back.In the cold dark cell, the dim light from the wall torches illuminated Arachlea's tired and pained face.Prince Arshakein, stood in front of her, his sharp eyes tracing every wound on Arachlea's body. Nex
Like everyone, Quanes, one of the most trusted soldiers on the battlefield, also has a secret. Every few days when he wasn't on duty, he went to a place that was quite hidden from the public. He no longer went to brothels or entertainment venues to get drunk.After stopping his horse, Quanes removed the cloth that partially covered his head. The atmosphere inside was so noisy that it could be heard from outside the fence. Quanes entered easily without being hindered by the officers."Look, your job is to get pregnant and give birth." The exclamation was heard as Quanes entered an old, worn-out building, barely any sunlight able to penetrate into the interior."If you can't do that, then you'd better die!" continued the old woman who had been pacing back and forth ignoring Quanes' arrival.Hundreds of women screamed hysterically as the men wrapped their arms around their helpless bodies. Quanes just let out a rough breath seeing everything
Everyone standing on the shoreline was transfixed by the arrival of a very large and majestic foreign ship. But there was no identity flag on the ends of the ship indicating where the ship came from. The port supervisors who were initially amazed began to worry.Prince Arshakein, who happened to be around the harbor, immediately ran to the supervisory secretariat building. The magnificent ship was still some distance away, and its identity flag had not yet been raised."Where is the chief superintendent?" asked Prince Arshakein hurriedly to someone in a naval uniform."Oh, Your Highness Prince Arshakein. Greetings, the chief superintendent's quarters are at the far end," the navy man stammered. He ushered in Prince Arshakein who stepped quickly in front of him.The chief harbor master was standing at the window of his room, his gaze fixed on the approaching majestic ship. When Prince Arshakein knocked on the door, the man jumped and immediately diverted his attention."Excuse me, Capt
"My Lord, lower the price of fuel. Our farm machines need fuel!" cried the commoners in the courtyard of the residence of Lord Bromenius, one of the governors in the Kingdom of Seodurnag.“Fuel is a resource for all, including the people. Please lower the fuel prices, My Lord!" The cries continued to be heard in unison regardless of the scorching sun that was getting hotter and hotter.The common people need fuel to support their agricultural machinery, although it is still very simple the farmers are grateful that a few years ago agricultural machinery technology was invented. Now those machines were mostly idle because the price of fuel had suddenly skyrocketed."There's Lord Bromenius!" Someone shouted as he pointed his index finger at the balcony of the stately home where they were currently channeling their aspirations."Yes, it's him!"As the commoners ran towards the balcony, they climbed over the high fence that separated the courtyard from the balcony above. Lord Bromenius' b
Hundreds of soldiers were inspecting the fortress and ensuring its safety, Prince Arshakein and the commanders gathered to strategize. The wide-open map of Pepperland Valley was referenced along with several smaller plans."We should dig a two-layer trench, Your Highness. This will make our archers more effective," said Ron, the senior commander he trusted the most. His voice was not so loud as it had been eaten away by his age."Where will our horsemen be placed?" asked Prince Arshakein while analyzing the strategy described by Ron with a piece of drawing."Here, Your Highness. The cavalry will advance after the archers have weakened the front of the enemy forces," Ron responded. The other commanders nodded in understanding."That's a good strategy, Mr. Ron. But what if the enemy mobilizes its cavalry first?" said the young commander, breaking Ron's strategy."Perhaps we can counter this with cannon fire first?" said Prince Arshakein. "Medium-range cannon fire is more effective than
Arachlea hurried from window to window, gazing at the palace grounds from various vantage points. Her joyful laughter followed by sparkling eyes could not lie that she was very happy. "Look, Your Majesty. It's already blooming when it's still daytime. Isn't it magical?" pointed Arachlea to a corner of the garden on the side of the newly built palace building for the two of them. Prince Hillarius, the Crown Prince of the Eufibutla Kingdom, appeared disinterested. He just sat on the edge of the bed with a gloomy face and occasionally looked at Arachlea who was admiring everything. The new palace, made of giant stone sculptures with beautiful carvings in every corner, was the building that Crown Prince Hillarius and Arachlea would be living in after their marriage in a few weeks. The outside was made even more beautiful by Arachlea's request for a flower garden and fish pond. Several large, shady trees were planted, making it even greener when viewed from above. "Our daughters will lo
The full moon cast a bright glow on the eastern horizon as Arachlea observed Eufibutla's palace workers preparing her ship. However, her mind was far from focused. She had no idea how she would live her life after this in the new place."Trust me, you'll be fine. Don't think about your parents, Arachlea," Prince Hillarius whispered beside her. In contrast to Arachlea, Prince Hillarius looked calm where he stood."Your Highness my Prince, please. Only Your Highness can defend my parents in front of the court," said Arachlea in a pleading tone. She hoped there was still a chance to live a normal and comfortable life with her mother and father."The truth will always prevail, Arachlea, as you said. I will try to defend the prime minister and my father's right-hand man. I will present the truth before the court," Prince Hillarius replied confidently.Arachlea smiled with relief, grasping Prince Hillarius' hand even tighter. The handsome face beamed back at her, radiating a thousand hopes.
"Tell Commander Ron, to mobilize the reserve troops to guard the fort," Prince Arshakein whispered to the bodyguards who were surrounding him.Upon hearing this, the bodyguards nodded and hastened to locate Ron, who remained on the same floor. Despite his trust in the guards protecting him, Prince Arshakein gripped the hilt of his sword tightly around his waist and was ready to draw it.It wasn't long before fighting could be heard from downstairs, indicating that the soldiers were battling the enemy who had managed to enter the fortress area."Clean up, make sure there's nothing left!" Ron's voice was heard faintly. Prince Arshakein hoped that the man wasn't hurt, he was the most reliable commander and there was no replacement."You can go, thank you," Prince Arshakein said to his guards who had not taken a single step from their position."Let us fix the stairs, Your Highness," said one of the guards."No need, I'm not a child and I can still jump. Just attach a strong rope to make