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Chapter 5: The Unknown Masculine Voice

The pitiful victim mask the second Princess wore disappeared from her face into an angry one. "How dare you?! They are right! You can't possibly be my sister. You are just an ugly witch!"

This certain sister of mine couldn't handle her emotions, especially anger. It made me wonder that if she were the witch instead of me, we all might have been dead by now.

However, the moment she cursed me, the flowers in the bouquet in her hand withered.

Everyone looked at the flowers. One woman pointed at it as if she couldn't wait to add fuel to the fire. "See, this is the witch's doing! She can't even spare those poor flowers."

"It's not me but her foul mouth," I retorted.

She called me ugly, so how could those flowers that I personally grew take it? Somehow, I understood why they took flowers from my garden. They had planned for this scenario to happen.

"We won't let you harm the Second Princess!" one man declared, looking so brave as if he was ready to sacrifice himself against me.

I looked at the man. "If I wanted to harm her, I would have burned clothes she is wearing and not that pretty curtain."

Second, Princess Meira looked angrier as if that was even possible, and I know why. I referred to the curtain as pretty, but then that meant her expensive dress had no value in comparison.

Whatever I did, I was sure they couldn't harm me, and they could only grit their teeth.

Because they could no longer fight me with words, the women turned at Queen Niobe for help. "Did you see, my Queen? She wants to burn the Second Princess!"

The Queen came down the throne to approach us, who were standing on the front row. She went to her poor 'victimized' daughter first and held her hand to console her. The women from the groom's side did the same.

After their pitiful performance, Queen Niobe looked at me with reproach. "How can you do this to your own sister? I didn't expect it from you, Seren."

Gasps could be heard in the hall.

The Queen's words held value. Because of what she said, she had confirmed that I was the one who committed arson to ruin this occasion.

Others looked at King Armen. "Your Majesty should do something about this crime."

I looked at the King too. "Your Majesty, I expect the Royal Investigation Bureau to search for the traces of flammable oil at the place of the incident."

The King nodded slightly in my direction, which meant that he accepted my request.

"How outrageous! Aside from you, who would do something like this? It makes no sense," yelled one man after seeing how the King agreed to it. Guilt was written all over his face. It was clear their plan was about to fail.

"She is just making up things to protect herself!" said another woman.

However, my father paid them no heed.

"Take the Third Princess back to her place," the King ordered, once again looking at Martha.

"My Lady," said Martha as she bowed and led my way to leave this riot.

On the way out, I could hear the crowd growing restless.

"How can we let her go so easily?"

"Shouldn't we punish her?"

"Ever since she came to this kingdom, she only brought us misfortunes."

"You are right. We should throw her out of the kingdom."

Thud!

The loud sound came from King Armen slamming his hands on his armrest. When he stood up, the entire hall turned silent.

"Don't forget she is a princess," said the thoroughly angered king, glaring at everyone who had been gossiping about me.

Although King Armen never loved me, the whole kingdom knew he never let others get to me. To be honest, it was highly likely not because he thought of me as his daughter, but because regardless of my reputation, I was an official princess of the Kingdom of Abetha, and he would let no one disrespect a person from the royal family.

Just as Martha and I reached the door, we heard a man's voice break the heavy silence.

"Looks like someone used expensive flammable oil imported from the east only to burn a curtain. As I heard, it seems like the Kingdom of Abetha and its people are really rich."

I turned to look at the source of the masculine voice. The others did the same.

I realized that the masculine voice came from the direction of the incident, which was the large window farthest from the throne, where the burnt curtain, or at least, what's left of it, remained hanging.

I wanted to see who the person was, but there were so many people standing in the way, looking at the place of the incident. I turned to go there, but King's guard came to us.

He bowed to me and then looked at Martha. "King has asked the third Princess to go back to the tower."

Martha nodded to him lightly and turned to me. "We should leave, my lady."

I wanted to say no, but the King's guard stood there like a wall, and I had to turn back to leave.

Just as I stepped out the door of the hall, the strong gust of wind passed by me, and I felt something familiar was pulling me back inside the hall. I turned to look inside and felt the force of unknown energy.

"What happened?" Martha asked.

Feeling puzzled, I replied, "I don't know, but something is there..."

Martha looked at me and towards where my sight was fixed at and instructed, "We need to leave."

The guard came forward and stood between me and where I was looking. He blocked my sight. I glared at him, but that robust built, tall guard didn't budge.

'No respect for a princess,' I groaned inside.

Martha held my hand and dragged me away with her.

I tried to pull my hand, but I couldn't get it out of her grip.

'This old woman is incredibly strong.'

I had no other choice but to follow her.

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Kindly read the author's note below.


CREATORS' THOUGHTS
Mynovel20 Mynovel20

This novel is the mix of 1st person POV of the female lead and 3rd person omniscient when there are the scenes where the Fl is not present.

The next chapter is 3rd person omniscient POV.

Rest assured. I will make sure to not mix up POVs.

Chapter 6: The Devil's Son

All the people within the hall studied the man who had just commented in support of Third Princess Seren's claim regarding the curtain and the flammable oil.

A tall man wearing black clothes with delicate gold embroidery was inspecting the window and the leftover of the curtain with his back facing towards everyone.

He brushed his forefinger along the edge of the window frame and then rubbed the forefinger with the thumb. He chuckled, "Wasteful prodigals."

Who was he? That was the question on everyone's mind. The nobles of Abetha had never seen him and the clothes he wore indicated that he was from another kingdom.

"Are you sure?" asked his companion, who was a man wearing luxurious golden yellow ceremonial clothes meant for royalty.

The guests recognized this man. He was the groom's brother and the Crown Prince of Griven, First Prince Arlan Cromwell.

But who was the one accompanying First Prince Arlan?

The unknown man turned to look at the First Prince. "Check for yourself."

Prince Arlan repeated what his companion did and reached the same conclusion.

"You are right," Arlan confirmed the presence of flammable oil.

The Second Prince of Griven, Lenard Cromwell, and the groom of the political marriage joined them too. He wore the same signature royal clothes from Griven, just like his elder brother, Arlan.

As the three mused over the scene, the crowd shifted and parted to make way for King Armen, who had left his throne to oversee the situation personally.

Both princes from the Kingdom of Griven bowed to the King of Abetha while the unknown man in black clothes remained standing with no change in his expression.

King Armen looked at the young man in black. "King of Megaris!"

The young man nodded in greeting, as they both had the same standing, and there was no need for him to bow to a king of another kingdom.

Hearing what King Armen called the man in black clothes, everyone realized who he was, and whispers echoed within the huge hall.

"Is he that famous Devil's son?"

"After the witch, now we have a devil too. How unlucky!"

"Keep quiet. He is so dangerous that even his father is scared of him."

"True. His father made him king when he was just eighteen, even though from what I heard, his other son was the crown prince."

"No, from what I heard, the previous King of Megaris is not his birth father. He is the devil's son that the queen bore."

"I heard he is vicious and cruel."

"That's why he is a powerful king even though he is just twenty-three. The youngest and cruelest king in the entire continent!"

"Who won't be scared of the devil?"

Thud!

Thud!

The royal guard behind King Armen knocked the base of the javelin in his hand on the marble floor, and the heavy sounds silenced the unruly whispers.

"Pleasure to have you here, King Drayce," said King Armen.

"The pleasure is all mine, King Armen. But, I must say Abetha has a unique way of welcoming their guests," said the young king as he smirked and pointedly looked around at the gossiping crowd.

Everyone felt intimidated by the way this young king looked at them. His red eyes carried a mocking gaze, as if he looked down on others, thinking of them as nothing but lowly creatures.

Though they felt intimidated, their eyes didn't stop gazing at this handsome young man.

King Drayce Ivanov of Megaris was a tall man with an inherently charismatic appearance, his magnetic demeanor captivating enough to make people keep staring at him even though they found him scary as well.

Standing proudly before them was a man with a strong build, with wide shoulders and a long neck, a well-sculpted face with intimidating red eyes. His face was more than handsome with his thick eyebrows, sharp pointy nose, thin lips that carried a light smirk, and fine jawline.

His elbow-length jet black hair was pulled back, half of it tucked at the back of the head and secured with a gold accessory. His black clothes, upon further observation, was in fact the royal clothes of Megaris, and it was tailored perfectly on his well-sculpted body.

Together, all of these added to the dark and intimidating aura he carried.

"Apologies for the kind of welcome King Drayce had to see. I will surely make up for it," said King Armen, his tone polite.

"I'll look forward to it," King Drayce responded.

"Allow me to guide you to your place." King Armen gestured for them to follow him.

The three young men followed the King of Abetha while the rest of the guards escorted them, pushing the crowd away.

'Where is she?'

Drayce looked around to search for the young woman who was being accused, for she did well to protect herself. He was never interested in women in general, but her bold and fearless attitude today made him curious about her.

Upon Drayce's arrival in the hall with the two Griven princes and their own royal guards, instead of an announcement of their entrance, they were welcomed by yells and chaos. They had stopped to check what was going on and heard the entire conversation.

Drayce could not see her face as her back was facing him. The only thing he knew was that she owned long red-brown hair and a dulcet voice with a confident and mocking tone.

'Seems like when I was busy investing to support her pleading to the King, she left,' Drayce concluded and sighed. 'No acknowledgment of my kind intentions. So rude of her.'

He smirked.

As the newcomers crossed the path from the back of the hall towards the throne, the crowd had taken the liberty to observe Drayce. The people of Abetha had heard plenty about the young King of Megaris but never had the chance to see him in person.

They couldn't stop admiring the handsome man who continued walking, not sparing a glance at anyone.

The young women, and even the older and married women, couldn't stop looking at him as if they were in a daze.

"They say devils and witches are enchanting. No wonder, it's the truth," said one older nobleman to his subordinate as he observed the scene in the hall.

The engagement ceremony finally started after a seat was prepared for the King of Megaris.

As Drayce was a good friend of Prince Arlan and he had been in a nearby territory on official business, he joined the brothers to catch up. Afterwards, he was then invited by Arlan to accompany them for his brother's engagement.

"Who is that girl?" Drayce whispered to Arlan.

"First, pay attention to the engagement ceremony," Arlan instructed, whispering back.

"Not interested," Drayce countered.

Arlan gave him a displeased gaze.

"Lenard is not my brother," Drayce countered to that gaze.

"Such a devil," Arlan mumbled, but then, he relented, "Later."

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