Azriel's devilish grin widened as he stood before the cage, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
King Alistair's cries echoed through the room, his pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. The once mighty king reduced to a whimpering child, begging Azriel incessantly for his freedom.
Azriel leaned in closer, his expression growing even more serious as he locked eyes with King Alistair. In a low, commanding voice, he uttered, "Your cries and pleas will not sway me. Your fate has been sealed."
Azriel turned around and disappeared without a trace. Leonidas without being told what to do, grabbed the King's cage and disappeared.
Azriel and his men passed by The Abyssal Forest. It was Azriel's personal forest, the place where he first met Olivia.
He paused for a brief moment, reminiscing about their first encounter in The Abyssal Forest.
He chuckled darkly, a sinister sound that sent shivers down one's spine, and disappeared once more into the shadows.
...
Olivia sat by the window, gazing outside at her beautiful garden. As the wind blew, Her long red hair flowed gracefully, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to her melancholic gaze.
The sky was nowhere to be seen, a constant reminder of the darkness that surrounded her in hellothan. She couldn't help but ponder if she would ever escape this cursed place.
Her sigh was soft and laden with a mix of longing and resignation, as if carrying the weight of the whole world.
She returned to the room and cast her gaze upon the shelf, where a collection of books beckoned her to escape into their pages.
But amidst the allure of the books, another object seized her attention, captivating her gaze. Her eyes wandered aimlessly as she delved deep into the recesses of her thoughts, lost in contemplation.
Right before her eyes, a wooden carving in the shape of a knife caught her attention.
'Why is this here?' she wondered, her curiosity piqued. With each step closer to the carving, excitement bubbled within her. As she picked it up, she felt a surge of joy, wielding it like a real sword, her heart ablaze with delight.
"Whoever left this here is truly amazing! I can train endlessly with this and strategize my escape." She said happily as she waved the sword dramatically like she was in a battlefield.
She cleared her throat, stood in-front of the wall with her back straight, then looked coldly at the wall. "Charge, my brave soldiers! Let's conquer the hellothans and bring victory to our land!"
She half yelled dramatically and giggled.
She couldn't help but giggle again at her own theatrics, waving the sword once more with a mischievous grin.
She couldn't resist the urge to let her imagination run wild as she twirled around her room, her flowing red hair and gown adding an extra touch of drama to her sword fighting practice.
With determination in her eyes, she continued to practice relentlessly, sweat dripping down her neck and face. Her bangs stuck to her forehead, but she showed no signs of slowing down.
Exhausted and drained, she slumped her weak body onto the floor, heaving for breath. But a smile remained on her face, proud of her efforts.
Exhausted and drained, she slumped her weak body onto the floor, heaving for breath. But a smile remained on her face, proud of her efforts. It was a great release for her, channeling all her frustration and anxiety into her fierce sword fighting.
As she remained slumped on the floor, a knock suddenly echoed through the door, forcefully pulling her out of her thoughts.
Summoning the last bit of strength she had, she quickly rose from the ground and hastily took a seat on the nearby chair.
"Come in"
Just then a guard pushed the door and walked in.
The royal guard, with a formal bow, greeted Olivia, "Greetings Mistress Olivia. The Meeting of the Mistresses eagerly awaits your presence."
Olivia was caught off guard by the royal guard's address and the mention of the Meeting of the Mistresses.
Olivia, with a hint of skepticism, asked the royal guard, "What exactly is this Meeting of the Mistresses? And why am I being summoned?"
The royal guard, taken aback by Olivia's question, explained, "The Meeting of the Mistresses is a formal gathering, where you, the new Mistress of Lord Azriel, is being welcomed into the concubine gathering. It's a special occasion to acknowledge your presence and status."
As Olivia heard the guard's words, her heart sank, and a sense of unease washed over her.
Fury surged within Olivia, her anger reaching its boiling point. Only the thought of other women being with Azriel made her blood boil with fury.
'How dare they?! How dare they invite me to such a stupid occasion!'
Olivia's gaze hardened as she locked eyes with the guard who still had his head bowed. With a firm voice, she declined the invitation, "Please inform the ladies that I apologize for declining their invitation. I'm not feeling well enough to attend a party at the moment."
Olivia nodded, dismissing the guard with a wave of her hand. He bowed once more before leaving to relay her message to the ladies.
In a room filled with five noble ladies and maids, the guard stepped into the room, his gaze shifted between the five noble ladies and the bustling maids. With a deep bow, he conveyed Olivia's message.
The noble ladies in the room, all of whom belonged to Azriel, held significant positions in the Kingdom. Their power and influence were undeniable, and Olivia's rejection of their invitations only fueled their anger.
The five noble ladies in the room, who held positions of power and influence, were named Lady Isabella, Lady Genevieve, Lady Arabella, Lady Seraphina, and Lady Vivienne.
"That lowly Vampire, how dare you reject our invitations! You will regret crossing us," Lady Seraphina exclaimed with fury.
"Lady Seraphina, I stand with you in this matter. We shall not let this insult slide" Lady Vivienne declared, her voice resonating with anger.