Capítulo 30: 30- Just who the hell is Marleen?
"Getting him disgruntled wasn't crucial, Gretel, she wasn't his girl," Dominus mumbled to Gretel, he was still at the forbidden church.
Gretel swiveled toward him with a frown. "He was the main reason Michael died, the reason I had to use everything in me to bring him back to life, even if it meant me being banished," Her chest rose and fell heavily from resentment. "You have no inkling of the things I wanted to do to him, you were just in time to save him."
"Forsyth is powerful, taking him down wouldn't have been lenient, and I need you alive."
"Of course you do." Gretel scoffed.
All of a sudden the tinge in her eyes deviated, it now held more sobriety. "Give me your hand." And Dominus didn't object, knowing his sister and the bizarre things she does.
Gretel held Dominus's hand in a tight grip and scrutinized the palm's sketch, she glanced into Dominus's eyes with an eerie expression after some minutes and released his palm.
"Find the books of Goratar as soon as possible, there is no time left." Her affidavit alarmed him.
Nobody knows about the books of Goratar except Simon and three other of his trusted men. And knowing those men, none would give away any information.
But then again, she's a witch.
"You minors didn't give me the information, even threatening their lives wouldn't bring out anything." She admitted to Dominus, understanding the thoughts operating in his head right now.
"How did you know about it?" He inquired. That information was confidential.
"From a whisper…" she wandered. "Something us, half-witches can do."
"How many other half-witches are here?" He interrogated, he needed to know how many people to take down.
"Lucky for you, there's only one in this part of the kingdom." She grinned cheekily at him.
"Simon will come in later to clean the mess here, be polite." He warned, knowing his sister and how notorious she was when it comes to Simon.
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Staring at the sleeping girl on his bed, his thought ran back to the state he had seen her. All tied up and scared.
If Dominus hadn't entered in time, he didn't know what he would have done to John, and that would only bring his father's interest to Mildred.
"Who told Dominus we needed his help?" He asked Sean, his eyes still glued to the sleeping Mildred.
"I didn't. I thought you asked him yourself. His appearing there wasn't a coincidence." Sean replied. He was emotionlessly staring ahead.
"I know." He stood up from the stool and took his coat from the nightstand. "I'll be out for a short while, look after Mildred, and this time make no mistake."
Sean bobbed. He failed last time, his mistake. But there was no failing now.
Forsyth walked out of the door and climbed down the stairs, he recklessly wore his coat and went through the front door.
The breeze was intense and the weather cold, yet, he pulled off his coat the moment he was distant from his Mansion. He threw the coat into the air and the coat vanished.
Then, all of a sudden, a big dragon emerged and lit a fire around him.
"What do you seek, young Dragon?" The dragon uttered.
"Why wouldn't Dominus be king?" Forsyth implored, he seriously needed an answer to that question. He had no idea why Dominus left the throne, but he needed him back there.
"Young Dominus had other plans to take care of, the fiasco falling in the kingdom is gonna be so hazardous and many lives will be lost. The search for the books of Goratar is getting more intense than before."
"Wait… Four books of Goratar? Why would he need that book…" he looked into the dragon's eyes and his face went pale. "...don't tell me…"
"He has less time here, so clearing the specks of dirt to keep his beloved safe is the last and only thing he needs right now."
"No…" Forsyth shook his head in disagreement. "He can't do that!"
"There's still time, find the books and burn them." The dragon suggested. He stood up straight and wiggled its feathers, readying to fly.
"But…that will be a problem, the books can't be burnt."
"Mil..d..ren…" the dragon's voice turned into a whisper as he flew away before disappearing among the clouds.
"Oh, Dammit! Wait…" But he was too late, the dragon was already halfway into the sky.
The coat he had thrown fell out of nowhere onto him. He grabbed it up and wore it, he turned around and walked back to his Mansion.
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(Past)
Giggles rang through the hallway as two girls walked through. It was night time and the girls expected everyone to be asleep by that time, but unfortunately, one person wasn't.
Forsyth.
"The king is scary." The one Forsyth recognized as Ava spoke, but what caught his attention was what the girl beside her, Marleen, said.
"But the crown prince is a bitch!" Even her friend, Ava, opened her mouth in surprise.
Mildred was his maid, and here she was calling him bitch.
He decided to leave the girls alone for now and think of a punishment for them tomorrow, gossiping and speaking ill of their masters wasn't tolerated. He turned to leave, but a sentence made him halt.
"I didn't know you have a crush on Simon…" Ava inquired.
But Marleen didn't reply as she blushed. Her eyes held much innocence that could make the world pure. She nodded her head at Ava, in a shy manner.
No, she didn't...
He knows her, her body language towards Simon wasn't that of someone who had a crush, it was more of being polite to keep her job.
But here she was claiming she had a crush on Simon, which was untrue. He thought.
Then he noticed something, a gleam.
There was a flicker in her eyes.
She knew he was there, she said all that to get a reaction from him. She has something under her sleeves.
Although he was a little hesitant to believe that, the glance she threw in his direction and the smirk on her lips proved him right.
This wasn't the same girl scared to shit a few days ago, the look in her eyes wasn't that of a girl working hard to make money.
It was that of a girl on a mission.
Just who the hell is Marleen??
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