❝ In a world tainted by decadent rulers, the Princess must step back to her kingdom for a revamp of the rules, claiming her rightful place on the throne ❞
Rules are made to be broken was the only rule Lysandra ever abided by. When that very principl...
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"Deal with this ordeal before I lose all of my patience, Faustus," Eucarpus warned, his tone stern and his jaw clenched.
"I am doing my best, sire. The moon-touched, I have no luck with, considering the fact that they despise the fanged ones with a passion and the vampyres blatantly blaming them or killing their members is not helping the tensions either. A war is not what we need at the moment but, without the reigns of the lycans with us, it is rather difficult. But, don't you worry, my King, there are foxes everywhere. We will not let this go out of hand."
Faustus spoke without a break, seeming as though he was speaking more to himself but, he fixed his eyes at the steely grey ones of the King once in a while, assuring to him that he was indeed trying to make a conversation.
"You better do it soon enough. We don't have much time before that bastard Gavril rats out about us to that firecracker who I have the pleasure to call my daughter," Eucarpus divulged. "Moreover, these deaths are beginning to get hard to cover up. Burn their bodies collectively along with some haystacks. That'll be a enough of a coverup."
Faustus nodded, picking the weaved bed strings from under the measly blanket.
"The accommodation might be a little uncomfortable but, I cannot afford to let anybody see you," Eucarpus spoke again, looking around the small cabin, reeking of an unexplainable pungent stink. "This is all going wrong, Faustus. I expected the girl to be my little doll, controlled by marionettes like she was when she was a child. She seems to be the cunt Raffaela's plaything now."
"She will come around when she acknowledges whose side the victory is always on, sire."
"I hope so. Let nobody know of your existence here, Faustus. I believe in you and hence my willingness to beget a safe place hidden in plain sight from everyone. Don't make me regret it."
"Of course," he said, his fangs peeking out of his tight lipped grin.
"Timotheus will come to get you soon enough with my aid. I cannot afford to personally collect to and raise suspicions in Lysandra's sharp head. God knows how attentive and brainy she is."
Faustus chuckled, his desires springing up to a maximum as his head filled with what he could've done to her in the fair, had he dragged her away before her friends could interrupt. The emperor could care less about the daughter, he deemed.
"Was it true, Faustus?" Eucarpus inquired suddenly, pacing back from the door. "Did you truly try to assault my child?"
"I would never," he faked a gasp, biting his tongue. "They found it easy to frame that silly excuse to capture me, that's all."
"That better be it. Trust me, I would not spare you if the other scenario were the case, step-brother or not. I adore the little one. All she lacks is a shade of training to veer into the right path."
