Black king's POV:
Indeed he looks good. Dark brown hair which look almost black, grey eyes and fair skinned. He was really handsome, tall about 6 4" and a good build. A total carbon copy of his father except the red king had grey hair now and some wrinkles which obviously come with age. Both father and son basically have the same style sense. Russell was wearing a grey suit which complimented his eyes and the red king was wearing a dark brown suit which surprisingly suited him.
But that was not my real concern here. I feel good about my choice because I saw his hatred towards me when I hit one of his knights. A person who cares about his people is very rare nowadays.
Tomorrow at 7:00 I will meet them again.
I was home now. The one place I loved the most.
It was a 3 floor mansion and had a really big ground all around it. The house was extremely secure with cameras, electric fences and all the latest technology. The entrance had huge electronic iron gates which had 440 volt of electricity running through them until unless opened through a face recognizer hidden in a post box next to a gate house which looked like a normal house, the gates were covered with a creepers and trees around. I got this idea from one of the movie's which I saw long back. And even inside I made my house nearly the same as the one in the movie in which the entrance after the gate was as if driving down a road in a forest leading to a huge ground and the house was half glass and half black instead of white. Inside I had a movie room, my personal office, 6 bedrooms, a dining hall, a very big kitchen, an empty hall , a drawing room which had only a sofa set, table and bean bags. No tv or wall unit. A garden area outside and an underground floor which was a secret lavish refuge area. You could never make out it was a house of one of the seven king since everything was so well hidden.
I went to my room and literally fell on my bed. After a few minutes, I took off my clothes and changed.
I hate all this, the hatred, the fear, the politics and the games. Especially the torture and the killing.
"veronica!" I heard my father call me.
I rushed downstairs and hugged him.
"hello dad… whats up?"
"the ceiling"
"har har" I said with a straight face
"ok fine…. How was your day black king."
"it was fine... father."
"what did you do?"
"you know too well…"
"you are my daughter ron. I know every look in your eyes."
"the red king had come."
"and…"
"we are going to take down the yellow kingdom."
"at last! That person was being a pain to everyone… what did you ask in return?"
"red prince's hand in marriage…. The elder one."
"im going to get a grandchildddd!!!!! Thank the kings I would have died of boredom!."
"I have not yet married. Hold your horses."
"okay okay. But be careful….. and what are you going to do about the leadership? Honey he is a leader and leaders cannot just sit back."
"I will give him the yellow kingdom."
"hmm….. not a bad idea. Talk to him tomorrow about all this."
"father I am scared… for the first time. Marriage…. Will I be able to handle it?"
"as the previous black king I give my full guarantee to the current black king that she is capable of everything in this whole world!"
"thank you…"
"I made dinner! Lets eat!"
"dad is it edible?"
"very funny…. Now you eat and go to sleep, you have a big day ahead my child."
"yes dad."
I ate and talked to my dad and went to sleep.
I was very close to my father, he was everything to me. My best friend, my mentor, my only family…. My everything. He passed down the crown to me when I was 19. The passing of the crown in the black kingdom has always been a private affair. Between the knights and the king and no one else around. My mother died when I was 10 and instead of blaming me and going into any kind of depression he raised me to be tough and strong, continued to be the best leader and the best father. He never indulged into any vices or different ladies, he always stayed true to my dead mother.
Thinking about tomorrow I went to sleep.
It was going to be a long day.
I don't know whether I should tell my fiancé the whole truth about me, or should I hide it. I know definitely that he will hate me forever and I don't blame him for it. Anyway the number of people who actually like me can be counted with one hand…. Not more than 5.
Others...
Well they just want to take advantage of me.