Chapter 27: Chapter 27

"What is your plan?. I'm eager to hear it, spill it. Yesterday you stopped me from attacking, so you must have come up with a spectacular plan." My words came rushing as I badge into Edmonton's room very early the next day.

Seeing him taking off into the forest at that late hour of the night, arouse my suspicion...

He was still asleep, lying in a comfortable smiling, guess he was having a romantic dream, one could tell from his posture. But they couldn't even stop me from opening his widow blinds, and the sunrays hitting hard on his face. The morning sunrays shoot from the sky with some intensity, as it struck his sight and he shuddered out of bed with an annoying countenance. He wasn't pleased, all.

"What the hell are you doing, why barge into my room this early?." he wakes up yelling with a blurred vision. He seats upright in bed with his clear vision "Oh, my prince, It's very early." he lowers his tone as he sees me.

I could see how tired he was, and it was obvious since he had a long night, doing who knows what and came back when the clouds were almost clear.

"I want to hear the plans, you have made so far" I sit by his bedside eager to strangle him to death like the traitor that he is.

Anyway, at this moment I can do no such thing because I need him. But I promise, I will get rid of him as soon as I no longer require his services.

"My prince, I will share them with you, as soon as I'm done with my morning routine if you don't mind?" he pleads...

"Fine, I will be waiting for you in the throne room, don't take long." I move out and he puffs in relief.

I go to the throne room, parading around the throne. I can't wait to officially sit on this throne, I helplessly smile thinking things will be mine someday. This can only happen if I marry the princess, reality hits me back and it hurts as usual.

"My prince" Edmonton barges into the room. I turn to him "You keep me waiting." I smile cruelly. "Sorry, my prince" he bows like a humble servant and we all know he's not.

"It's okay... Let's proceed. I'm eager to hear your plans." I take a seat on the late king's throne comfortably sitting as if it was mine. "Oh, before I forgot, I sent a messenger to my father very early this morning. I guess he will be back here by evening or early tomorrow."

"Good idea." he walks further. "For now I have no fixed plan since the spy we sent is not back yet."

"Don't tell me you kept me waiting for nothing." I clench my fists, angrily.

"I'm sorry, about this unpleasant situation but the truth is we don't know if the princess is there and we don't know how their kingdom and forces are. I can't make a firm plan based on assumptions,"  he explains with his heart in his stomach, though he tries as much as he can to appear bold.

However, all I'm seeing is a man who is careless about what can happen to the princess since he's a traitor. "Then you would have allowed me to attack. You keep talking strategy but you have absolutely nothing that we can work with and time keeps flying."

"You can't attack a kingdom you know nothing about." he insists.

"Get out of my sight. I attack whoever I want." I yell as he tries to insist, but I stop him immediately "Just come back when you have something. Now leave before I change my mind."

He calmly walks out. "When will all this stop." he cries as he walks away.

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• •    • Eve's POV •   • •

It's been a couple of days now that I'm locked in this dark cell, crammed with rats, insects and it stinks like rotten eggs. This is hell on earth. I won't even wish this kind of situation to my enemies.

I've been sleeping on the bare floor and my body seriously hurts. I've not taken a bath for days now and it seems not to bother them, this is beyond kidnapping.

Now, I'm sitted helplessly on this nasty watery floor and it's cold. This cell is nasty than the cell in which I was at in the Caelum kingdom. It stinks like crap. OMG, I keep throwing up due to the unpleasant smell, therefore adding the stink from the vomit which I keep watching. Dehydrated and I can feel my body parts giving up and collapsing.

I don't even know where I am or what I did to be here. I always thought life would be easier after my father's death. But since then, I keep leaving from one unfortunate situation to another and it's more bitter without him. At this point, I won't disagree I miss him and I need his protection. I felt bad for feeling this way but now "Dad I miss you." tears helplessly flow down my nasty face.

I thought I was strong, ready and could face the world without him, but this world has nothing to do with what I imagined it to be, it goes beyond my imagination. This world is cruel, with Insane people who are always ready to hurt or exert their power wrongly on the weak. The quest for superiority of power is at its peak. OMG, I don't know how I ended up in the middle of all this.

This morning, for the first time since I was brought here, the king honours me with his presence. "Young girl, it was reported that you don't want to eat. You look so frail, you have to eat."

"Will eating stop you from killing me?." I'm so weak that neither can I stand nor talk properly, I would have loved to approach him, to clearly see his face but the daylight can barely illuminate the cell.

"Young girl, you aren't my problem you are just a victim of circumstances and I'm sorry but I can't do otherwise, you are collateral damage. How I wish we could have met in better circumstance." the king says

"Not really, but for your good, you need to eat." he said.

He doesn't sound as wicked, his tone is subtle, but I thought about what  Maryline always told me, not to be deceived by innocuous-looking people because, with them, you never know what they intend.  However, at this moment, Maryline advice wasn't really sinking as all I see is a harmless man.

"Where am I and why?. At least you can't deny me answers to this?" At least I have to know my kidnappers.

"You are in the aqua kingdom, about two days journey to your kingdom on a horse. I'm King Williamson. As I said earlier, you are just a victim of circumstances, you will best understand when the time comes."

"Why me? did you have any problems with my dad?. If that be  the case he's dead and I have nothing to do with him. Please just release me and I will reward you for your act of kindness" I cry as if he cares about my wealth.

"Your father was a good man. In the past, we use to be collaborators. So it has nothing to do with him. Young girl, when you marry into a family you become one with them, therefore their enemies become your enemies. I hope this helps you to understand."

"I'm not married, I'm not married to anyone..." I cry as at this point in time, nothing comes in my mind apart from survival. "I can't pay for the sins of others. Who so ever you mean has nothing to do with me." I scream in fustration as the king turns to leave.

"Please one last question, King Williamson." I beg, he stops at the sound of my pathetic voice "Go on." he turns as he fixes his gaze on me.

"Will you kill me?. Will I die for the sins of others?" tears helplessly falls down my dirty cheeks covered with black mud.

He simply lowers his stares pathetically "Unfortunately, yes." then he turns back to leave.

"You think killing me will affect them in any way?. You will kill me, then what next?, the king will find another princess for his son and life continues. My king, I thought you were smarter than this."

I scream in frustration as I watch him leave. I have nothing to lose if he kills me now or later.

Since he will kill me, nothing stops me from insulting him and telling him my mind.

"Come back for us to discuss when you get more sense, ludicrous king. Use your brain and not your sword and you will prosper." I scream with the atom of energy left in me.

However, for a little girl of my age, and with a good mentor like Maryline I can say for a girl of my age, I'm smarter than what I seem. Though no opportunity has ever shown up for me to prove myself. Sadly, I will never prove myself since I'm going to die.

The King moves to his throne room unaffected by my word but mad at my insults, as he couldn't deny the impact it has on him and he can't leave me unpunished. If not his guards will think that he's a weak king and news will spread as such and such news aren't welcomed. That's how he measured his strength.

Men all have this ego that always causes their downfall.

However, some say it's necessary to use power, to exhibit it, that it's necessary for a king to show how strong he is, that no one messes up with him and go free, that it's important you hit hard on anyone that oppose or add to what you said.

"But is all this true?." I lean at one corner of the cell, thinking with tears helplessly flowing down my cheeks, to the extent that, I don't even feel its cold nature as it rushes down.