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The Crown's Doom

adeola_eniola
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"No... no little girl you're not going anywhere until I know why I can smell you" he growled at the girl whose heart was beating at the fastest rate when she tried to get away from. his eyes which stated at her like she was a prey, while cornering her although he was careful enough not to let even a tip of his clothes touch her. She stared straight into the obsidian black eyes that held her mysterious purple eyes in place. She flinched when he growled and took hurried steps back. She tripped over a twig and was held by the arm upright. The moment she was gripped on the arm she felt a burning sensation and hissed in pain. Before hurriedly jerking her hands away " You probably smell me because you were planning on roasting me alive..... your highness" she said as she held her burnt arm and glared at the man who seem frozen and was staring at his palm that held her. "I..... I can feel you" it came out almost in whispers as he had a pitiful, disbelieving and heartbreaking look on his face. He was someone damned to hell, who couldn't smell or feel anybody, be it human and demons. And this became his weakness when it comes to taking care of the only family he had. She died of a disease common to humans 'fever', but he didn't even know something was happening to her until she died. He avoided contact with people since then, until he smelt out Ayira Quinn. Azrael Osbourne had a lot of questions that needs to be answered. Who ..... what are you? he asked with his eyes narrowed to a dangerous slit. Why was she the only thing he smelt and felt for the first time? Who is she? Was she the one?
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Chapter 1 - A Monster or An Angel

It was a very windy night at Crawford, in the house of the duke of Windsor county, a small part of the Ivanovna Kingdom, there was the scream and cries of a woman but it could not be heard as the thunder roared and lightning cracked continuously even though there was no rain, the duchess who has been in labor for more than two hours was in serious pain as the baby refused to come out, at one point the midwives thought it was a dead foetus.

As if trying to send them a message, the baby moved a bit and soon the head was out. At that moment, the duke was busy pacing around at the corridor after making sure his son was tucked in bed. He walked to the end of the corridor where a curve went to the stairs going down, he was alarmed when a woman suddenly appeared out of thin air and blocked his way.

She raised her dainty fingers when he was about to call for his guard, surprisingly he was able to calm down and felt very relaxed. "I am not here to harm you duke of Windsor" her voice was bold matching her tall and imposing physique, she had auburn hair and an enchanting blue eyes.

"The child about to be born is the Eminence, no one must know of her birth on this particular day,if you want her to live long and peacefully" she handed him a necklace "have this around her neck at all time, she must NEVER take it off". He collected it with shaky hands still trying to make a sense of what was happening.

Before the duke could ask her any questions, she disappeared into thin hair, the same way she came. The duke shuddered in fear as his eyes went wide, surprised by what just happened.

Before he could properly digest what was going on, one of the midwives ran to him with a shocked smile on her face "congratulations milord, you have a little princess now" she said trying to make her smile more natural. The duke heart skipped a beat, without waiting to know why the midwive had such a strange expression on her face he rushed to the delivery room.

On entering, he noticed how silent everywhere was, the midwife who was bathing the child was shaking so much that the eldest woman among them offered to wash the baby and did so calmly with no expression on her face. He furrowed his brows and walked towards his beautiful wife who seem to be In a deep sleep. "Is my wife all right"" his voice resonated in the room and the midwives snapped out of their reverie to see the duke kneeling my the duchess bedside while cradling her hands.

A midwife stepped forward. "she's only tired from the labor pain milord and she bled a little, so she needs to rest" the duke nodded his head in relief but still looked worried as he stared at her sweaty and pale face, he reached out his hand to move the hair sticking to get face to a side before reaching for a towel to wipe her sweat away.

He gently wiped her face with eyes only on her, it was obvious how much he loved his wife. After making sure she was okay, he knew he couldn't stall anymore, he took in a deep breath. "No matter what she looks like, she is my beloved daughter" he reminded himself before moving to the baby who hasn't cried since she was born and now had her eyes open making the two midwives present in the room gasp.

He was ready to see the worst appearance he could ever think of, he saw a head full of white hair as she was passed to him wrapped in a cloth now. His heartbeat became very loud, he gazed down at her face and became stiff. Moments later tears streamed down his eyes "my daughter...... My beautiful angel" he just knew he would love this little bundle of joy with his entire being.

As if taking him up on his promise, she wrapped her little hand around his finger and blinked her golden eyes. She was a beautiful little thing with white hair and golden eyes.