My hatred for this man grew stronger and stronger to the point I wanted to take his life myself. Can you blame me? Because of him I was treated worse than the servants, the nobles would look down on me with eyes full of disdain, loathing my very existence. Because of him I never felt my parents love in the 16 years I've lived. Because of him I forever lost my sister, the only few people I lived for. So can you really blame me for hating this man?
So why…
Why do I feel this pain when his life is slipping away? Why does it make me want to use mana to heal him even though I know it's impossible. Darkness doesn't have the ability to heal, only destruction, and he was far too gone to be healed.
"…Angelis" he breathed out with difficulty. " I know… I know I haven't been the best father for you… but… here's a word of advice… What you see and hear may not always be true… t-trust… your instincts" he said struggling hard, desperately grasping for every breath he could. "a-and… find your true powers… sealed with your memories…and remember… I will always lo-" his last words barely audible before he breathed his last, unable to finish his last few words.
And just like that, he was gone. Gone form this life. Gone one from my life so easily.
Rage engulfed me, I clenched my fist tight enough that it would bleed. The hatred blocked everything that he said, it rejected his death. I saw red, the denial became painful enough to make me fall to my knees.
Soon enough the guards rushed into the scene. They were shocked the same way I was when I entered the scene. They rushed to check his vitals and perhaps keep him alive till the doctor got here.
But it's too late.
Even I, wished for him to survive, but not for the same reasons as the soldiers. I wanted to kill him myself, make his life a living hell just like he did to me. This regret will continue to haunt me and yet deep down the conflicting feelings were tearing me apart. That feeling that desperately wanted to clinch onto the man and feel his warmth before it faded away.
My brain wanted him to die yet my heart wanted him to live, an unknown conflict I don't know where it originated from. But the reality can never be changed no matter what. Those who are gone can never be brought back even with magic.
"princess Angelis, what happened here? What happened to the king? Asked a guard who was checking the vitals of the king, bringing me out of my stupor.
I looked up. Three guards had entered the chamber. "Are the royal knights of the king that incompetent that you can't figure out he was poisoned?" I questioned mockingly.
There was another wave of shock on their face. "Then do you know who might be behind this your highness?" came a question from a figure standing by the door. He was quite muscular with a few scars on his face wearing a black armour.
"It's quite the surprise seeing you here General Andres, were you not meant to be doing a mission like a servant should Mr. war hero". I said, full of resentment.
He was one of the seven Warlords that led any battles to victory. The combat and spiritual power of a warlords was second to the royal family, that's why the Warlords hold the most power after the royal family and one of the pillars that supports this kingdom.
General Andres in particular was special. He was a loyal 'subordinate' of the king, more in particular a slave to the throne. He followed any orders my father gave without question. He became a thorn in my revenge against the king, because he always acted like his shield.
"I came to deliver some urgent news to the king from the border when this happened, may I know how this happened?" she questioned once again.
"Not sure who was behind his assassination since he has to many enemies to count. What would you know, it could even be me" I said sarcastically with bitterness lingering in my heart, hating the fact that I couldn't kill the king myself.
There was pin drop silence lasting for a few minutes before he turned to the soldiers and ordered them in an overbearing tone "close all the exits, and search every one whether it be the servants or nobles. Don't let anyone leave the palace before finding the perpetrators". Then he turned to me, he looked like he was contemplating on what to say.
"Since your owner is gone I'll take charge of this kingdom as the only remaining eligible royal alive to take the throne" I said nonchalantly. I could care less what happens to the kingdom, but the fact that someone else killed my target irks me. "make sure the death of the king isn't leaked to the public, it will just create a mess I don't want to deal with, especially since there will be a war soon"
"how did you know there is going to be a war, the assassination might not be related to that"
"you underestimate me too much. The fact that you personally came to deliver a message to the king all the way from the northern borders, and that shocked look on your face and the timing of the king's death is too suspicious for it to just be a coincidence"
"you are indeed correct your highness, there was a report from the spies that there was an unusual movement from the royal family of Arian kingdom"
This time it was my turn to be shocked. Arian had no reasons to start a war with us. In fact the two kingdoms shared good relations with each other for centuries and there was even a political marriage about to take place soon between me and their crown prince so it doesn't make any sense.
I was flooded with confusion trying to untangle the mess, but the more I did the more tangled it became.