When Morgana heard a knock on the door, she wiped her hands on a clean cloth, before she approached the door and drew it open.
"Carlisle," she said as the mind god staggered inside.
"Is something wrong?" she asked as he closed the door and went to support him.
"I don't think I can feel my legs" he admitted, before he sat on a chair.
"I thought you were in training with Ian" Morgana said.
Carlisle rubbed his legs as he said, "I was. He is so cruel"
Morgana smiled "Umm hmm" she hummed.
"He told me to stand at the battlements, for three hours. I just stood there staring at numerous weapons" he informed
"Is that why you are whining?" Morgana asked.
"Three hours, Morgana."
"So?"
"The lord impaler asked him to train me, not torture me" he said.
"Well, you will get used to it" Morgana told him, before she walked back to her work space.
"Morgana, I need you to treat me" he announced.
"There is nothing wrong with you, you will be fine in a few hours" she informed.
Carlisle stood up carefully and limped to her, "But I don't feel fine"
"You complain a lot" Morgana said as she placed her hand on his forehead.
Carlisle eyes was glued to her face, as she checked his body temperature. Ever since he met Morgana, and up until now - he has developed some feelings for her. But he knew that he didn't stand a chance, Morgana was in love with the Great Impaler. He has read her mind over and over again and he has realized that Morgana only sees him as a friend and nothing else.
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As the Zander walked towards the throne room - the guard stationed at the entrance suddenly blocked him saying, "The king is in a private meeting with his deities. And he doesn't want to be disturbed"
Zander said nothing as he turned his killer gaze at the guard. The look he gave him could kill battalions of soldiers - and it spoke for itself. Fear arose in the guard's face, and then he said "I'm sorry, Lord Impaler" he bowed and stepped aside.
Zander gave him a cold glare, before he walked inside the room.
"The borders have been divided, into -" the words of the king's right hand flew out of his mouth as suddenly the great impaler barged into the room.
Every god at the room looked up at the great impaler - who was staring fixedly at the king.
Thorne sighed and said, "Leave us, everyone"
Then with murmurings, the deities stood up, and started to leave. Damon - the king's hand stared at the lord impaler angrily before he too left, and the door closed.
"So, my bastard son decided to show up" Thorne said.
Zander walked closer to the table where he sat, "You sent bounty hunters to search for Alfred's son?" Zander asked.
"Of course, I did" Thorne replied.
"And you think that's a wise decision" Zander said.
"Watch your tongue, Zander" Thorne warned.
"You took their realm from them. Ramsgate is in chaos, and here you are...chatting with your deities on how to divide their borders" Zander said and continued, "You really don't know who Adrelhael is, do you?"
"He is ruthless. That's all I need to know" Thorne answered.
"And you gave him power to butcher innocent lives. I am disappointed in you, to think that Adrelhael will be at your service. He serves no one but himself"
"Enough!" the king thundered.
"The truth hurts, doesn't it?"
"You will mind your words, Zander" Thorne said as he stood on his feet.
"You are a fool if you think that you will find Alfred's son. Because I'll make sure that you don't" the lord impaler told the king.
"I have always looked away from your rebelliousness for so many years." Thorne said as he walked to Zander and stood in front of him.
"But don't you dare cross me. That mindler god will be found, and brought to me. If I find out that you are hiding him from sight, I'll disintegrate you"
Zander chuckled softly, "Empty threats" he said and added "You can do your worse...father" and with that he walked out the room.
As he walked to the hallway, a loud frustrating shout came from the throne room. Zander was aware that he was Thorne's worse nightmare - and he was also planning to keep it that way.