Hearing this, Cyrus turned around to stare at the man with his narrowed and squinty eyes. "Do you even realize what are you saying,"
"I know what I'm telling and making you aware about, Prince. It is my responsibility to do so and I'm doing that… The old books have told us the same tale." General Ryan answered back with a straight face not moving from his position.
He looked too selfish to speak about this mere joke, making Cyrus almost not understand what was it supposed to do with him?
"If that is true, then the lady with whom my marriage is arranged is a human, not a witch. Witches are hated, either in the human land or in the Vampires' place. No one likes them.."
How can he easily forget the time when the Witch was burnt in front of the administrative office by their locals? The news reached them quite late but none of them felt a single tinge of guilt.
Rather, they were pleased that a Witch was shown her place, and that was death!
General Ryan didn't deny anything. Keeping a straight face, he looked into the King's eyes without tearing his gaze off for a mere second. "Probably you are correct. And this might not even be related to you…"
"But my concern was to tell you, so I did. This prophecy was done long back. Today, you are marrying a human, who knows if in the future your children weds with the Witch, just to bring this into your eyes." Was all that General Ryan spoke in his defense.
Neither did Cyrus try to brush this anytime soon, since he knew that being a King in future, he must be aware of the minute things as well. 'At least I'm not the one who will deal with a witch in my bed..'
With this thought, he could sense his body relaxing. In response, he nodded his head, "I'm grateful that you told me about him."
"It was my responsibility to do so. In the end, I just wish Prince to maintain his alarms everywhere to avoid any wrong step." General Ryan was brutally honest, not showing any ill intentions and Cyrus could already feel the same.
His heart was pure enough, which made Cyrus realize that this prophecy, probably will not be related to him but in the near future, for his family. The mere thought of having a Witch in their castle was enough to infuriate his fury.
"But I would like to remind General Ryan that nothing like this will ever happen. Every member of our Kingdom is inspected and… this will not go unnoticed by anyone." Cyrus's eyes blinked twice to anwer in the more selective manner.
However, General Ryan can't agree to this anymore. Neither did he try to list the possibilities, but the way his eyes shined was deeper than any sea. The same sea, which contained thousands of words to say but he knew how to hold himself back.
"I trust our Crowned Prince will take the decision on what will be the betterment for the entire Kingdom. Sometimes, what we don't even imagine can also be the reason for our downfall." The words were enough to make Cyrus frown.
The words didn't make any sense to him, except knowing that General Ryan was trying to convey him something, which he wasn't able to keep out entirely.
Keeping his hand back, Cyrus lifted his chin to stare at General Ryan with the crystaled eyes. His eyebrows had already lifted up from the space, showing he was listening to him attentively.
"General Ryan, you have served my father for so long. Not that I deny that, nor can I raise questions on your loyalty. Yet this time, I want to make you aware that… my eyes are always keeping an eye over each member of the Empire…"
"I will not let them go against me, nor will I allow any Witch to show up in my Kingdom, especially in my Royalty.. because those witches deserve the punishment way more cruel to that of death."
Cyrus answered without moving his eyes even for a mere second. His thoughts were very much clear, he will not let anyone tamper his plans.
In return, General Ryan nodded his head while lowering his eyelids. "I understand, Prince."
Turning around, Cyrus walks near the border of the garden where his eyes stared at the other side of the castle to see the window of the Princess still opened.
Yet his mind was absolutely somewhere else where it was hard to even imagine. His teeth gritted in fury when he recalled his own hatred towards those witches who… had killed his dear mother.
General was stranding in absolute silence but then a shocked expression plaster over his eyes to hear Cyrus's next words,
"The witches… killed my mother. If their kind tries to probe my family, I will give them the death which.. will be remembered in their generations after generations…"
….
"Achoo!!"
On the other side, Alice was sitting inside her room. When she suddenly sneezed, she brought her hand near her nose. Rubbing it lighty, subconsciously, shook her head.
'The coldness is increasing.. maybe cause of that..' taking the shawl from the near stall, she wore it while staring out of her window into the sky.
"Achoo!" Another sneeze which almost made her eyes widened. She was already covered then why is her nose suddenly sneezing so much?!
'Maybe because someone is remembering me?'