Rise [Bruno Mars]

Chapter forty-nine

Chapter forty-nine

Jane Dev presented us a forbidden tale with clarity and barely a prompt, such as a strong wind, a conflicted father and wounded son its main inclusion. The father aided the son through her home's winding trails, followed by a devoted wolf. Earlier than the birth of their most faithful, watery protection, her mother and father did not accept strangers, however it was strict law that anyone who surpassed the River of Reverie be granted entrance. Yet someone making it beyond the lying, strip of water was such a rarity that the arrival of the conflicted father and wounded son shocked them into temporary hiding. Jane, obscuring the fact she was the child of Azra and Eshan, played the role of messenger, transporting audible notes between her parents and the two-membered family.

When learned of the mens' Grim identities, Azra and Eshan revealed themselves to Rev and Joseph, for Aegrimonia was their greatest passion. They removed the bullet from Joseph's leg, provided him with medicine, and regrettably informed that a cure to the animus incompletus did not exist. While Rev broke down in grief, Joseph merely wondered if he could assist in research. Jane's parents, delighted, agreed. But Joseph could not wholly walk yet. He would have to bide's one time until capable.

Jane was captured by Joseph's sharp beauty. She, ordering the proper nurses away, cared for him as his wound healed, and astoundingly, he piqued interest in her. No man such as he had ever looked Jane's way before, other than in a hopeful way to be the heir of the second throne, and she was flattered. They conversed throughout hours of the day, sometimes unaware of the night rising. He discussed his past, much of which Jane figured to be lies, presently. And Jane, in return, told him of how she did not wish to follow in her parents footsteps, and how that made her feel like a traitor. Joseph comforted her, speaking on how he wished to belong somewhere also, and Jane fell more in like with him, for they had that great thing in common.

Joseph held onto Jane as he practiced ambulation. He had healed fine, and they strolled about to the lake. That was the night Joseph kissed her. Jane felt as mushy as the snow around them. She developed small feelings for this attractive, articulate man. A starry-eyed fascination. Head over heels, she gave him a grand tour of the palace, then in desperate attempt to inconspicuously show how he was becoming someone special to her, began offering her parents' secrets. To Jane's epic swooning, Joseph feigned faint interest, training his eyes on her rather than the fifty years worth of thorough research and gatherings.

But he had been listening.

One morning, as guards burst into her room, she realized her grave mistake.

She realized how much of a traitor she really was.

Angry crowds of her people gathered in the throne room. On the thrones, were not seated her father and mother, but the man she thought to be loving soon.

He waited until the crowd calmed to speak.

"I am Joseph Ala Cante, heir of the greatest facility across the nation. Regretfully, it had perished to dust and ashes and for months, I have sought its resurrection, and my rightful throne." Joseph rose, and Jane had never seen such quiet power emitting from a man. "I am your new leader."

The crowd burst into outrage, and guards drew their weapons, forcing them back, back, back.

Joseph raised a single palm, and they fell silent.