ACASHA (A Symbol of Eternity and Resurrection)
Chapter 67's
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The atmosphere of the palace is still grieving, even the inauguration for the King has just been delayed until the next week.
There are too many surprises that they have received today. Including the actions of their future King who was seen running around in the palace with a face that was really very panicked.
Prince Morgan just broke down the door to his room. And the first sight she saw was Camelia sitting on Morgan's bed, where her two sons were asleep, with swords by their necks.
Camelia put on a surprised expression, then then smiled sweetly.
"Ah, you're fast too. I haven't played with my nephews. Look at the prince, aren't they very handsome? They really look similar, just like my beloved sister, don't they?"
"Don't mess with them Camelia, or you'll know the consequences." The sizzling prince Morgan was angry.
While the soldiers and servants who had followed him, looked panicked and alert. Each of the palace warriors had held a sword in his hand.
"Ah, don't threaten me prince, I'm really afraid of your threats." Camelia put on a face of made-up fear, before finally coming back to laugh.
"Well, I don't want to do anything bad to my nephew. But, really, the prince, just looking at their faces had awakened my memory of my beloved sister. And of course you know, don't you, what's gonna happen next?" Camelia grinned, looking at prince Morgan with her eyebrows raised.
"STOP CAMELLIA! All right I give up, don't hurt my son and tell him what you want!" Prince Morgan snapped as the coldness of the sharp iron had scratched the skin of his eldest son's neck.
The servants who witnessed the torment of their little prince were of course hysterically shouting. Didn't I tell you this woman is crazy?
Injuring a member of the kingdom, even he had that much guts without having the slightest fear.
Camelia laughed, she then pulled her sword back, then played the sharp object with her fingers.
"What do I want? Can you grant it?" Camelia asked looking at prince Morgan with her head tilted and her devil smile.
Damnit damnit! Morgan really hated this situation. Just by looking at that facial expression alone, of course Morgan himself already knew what the crazy woman wanted.
But he really has no other way out. He suffered enough to lose the woman he loved so much. And this time, he won't want to lose his sons either.
"Well, whatever it is, if you promise not to hurt my children even a little, then I'll give it to you." Prince Morgan said.
"Good!" Camelia smiled, then got up from the bed and walked towards Prince Morgan. He stopped his steps, exactly two meters from the man. "Marry me, and make me your queen." His words were relaxed with a sweet smile and eyes that shone on Prince Morgan.
Morgan closed both eyes, while a commotion was heard from the servants and soldiers who refused and disagreed with the conditions proposed by Camelia.
"Based on a crazy woman! Don't you have any shame? Marry the prince who is your own sister's husband? And ask to be made Queen? You're totally nuts!" Said one of the servants who was previously in charge of helping Ema to serve Castela.
Camelia turned to the young maid and looked the same age as Ema.
"Ah, how did you just talk?"
Camelia raised her hand, then made a squeezing motion. And at the same time, the young servant's body fell to the floor, then spewed fresh blood.
The other servants were naturally shocked. They glared watching their friend who suddenly burst onto the floor while spewing blood. They want to help, but they themselves are helpless.
The waiter squeezed his chest which felt very painful. Like a big stone, it was pierced by thousands of needles.
"You-you. b-right... Mo-ns-te!! Y-you're ak-an... Yes.l.ukhuk!"
BRACKET
The waiter fell down horribly. Camelia simply stared indifferently at the servant's corpse, then looked at them in turn.
"I hate caterpillars a lot. Isn't that disgusting? It would be better to vanish, before making a loss in the future." He said casually, then looked back at prince Morgan.
"How's prince? Can you grant me the terms I'm proposing?" Ask again.
"Are you going to keep your promise if I say yes?"
"Of course." Answer cheerfully.
"All right, I'll grant you the terms you've applied for. On one additional condition from me, you, you cannot approach my two sons. And you, there's no need to be a surrogate mother figure for them. You're just gonna be the queen of what you want. Don't ever expect more, let alone hope I'll return your feelings. Because my heart belongs only to Castela, my wife whom I love the most." Prince Morgan is serious.
"She's dead, so why do you still love her. Foolish, but that's okay, as long as you don't think of replacing my position, then I agree. You have the right to hold on to your feelings, but I also have the right to make you love me. How's it?" Camelia asked with a serious look.
Prince Morgan seemed to think for a moment, before finally nodding.
"All right, I agree. Our marriage will be live at the same time as my coronation as King. And after that, you'll be crowned Queen."
Prince Morgan ordered his servant to deliver Camelia to the room that would be his. He also gave the code for his soldiers to lower their weapons.
Camelia happily followed the steps of the few maids. He walked over with a haughty smile and a raised chin. Signifying, if after this, he would make them all submit under his feet.
Prince Morgan approached his two sons in haste after Camelia's departure. He took his wounded first son, while the waiter immediately took out a medicine box and a basin filled with water.
"Your Majesty, let me do it" said one of the servants when he saw Prince Morgan taking over the cloth and basin from the servant.
"It's okay, I can do it myself, you go." said Prince Morgan with a smile on his face.
The servants tried to hide their tears. Want to smile like anything, they certainly know what is currently felt by their prince.
Behind those eyes, implied a thousand wounds, regrets, and apologetic expressions that he could not say.
What a pity their prince's fate. In his father's residence, his wife lived, then forced to marry his own sister-in-law in order to save the lives of his two sons.
They want to entertain. But they don't know, is there a way to comfort someone who's really hurt?
They can only watch in silence. Noticing how his heart the young father bandaged his son's wounds.
They can only watch in silence. Seeing how the young father, lovingly embracing the little boys, then sent warmth to them as they suddenly cried together.
As if to say, calm down, tomorrow will be fine. Because there's papa, right here, next to you. Grasping tightly these two tiny hands, and running through time together, to face all the worst possibilities of tomorrow.
