Your Majesty!" Niddal burst into the lounge with urgent news, his eyes wide with alarm."Days has passed but the hurricane has refused to stop!. Out people are growing restless and they the kingdom is on the brink of ruin."
King Damion stirred from his slumber, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked a few times, taking a moment to process the urgency of his advisor's words. "Days? What do you mean, Niddal?" he inquired, his voice groggy from sleep.
Niddal continued, his voice rising with urgency, Sire, the kingdom is in turmoil. Our digital networks have been crippled by the hurricane, leaving us with little communication and even less ability to respond. Sire, the storm has wreaked havoc on our lands,homes and businesses alike. The people are frightened because it's affecting their powers and their fear is turning into anger. They say this is no natural disaster, but the work of a supernatural force.
King Damion massaged his temples, his brow furrowing as he tried to make sense of the situation. "So, what are you suggesting?" he asked, his voice heavy with fatigue.
Niddal's voice trembled slightly as he spoke. "Your Majesty, I suggest we should consider the possibility that this hurricane is indeed the work of a powerful sorcerer. Perhaps they have cast some sort of weather spell, using their magic to prolong the hurricane and wreak havoc on our kingdom. We must find out who is responsible for this and put a stop to it before more damage is done."
Damion rubbed his temples, trying to clear the sleep from his mind. "Sorcery?" he echoed skeptically. "What reason would anyone have for prolonging this storm?" King Damion stood silent for a moment, his thoughts racing. "You may be right, Niddal," he said finally, his voice low and solemn. "We must investigate this matter at once." King Damion's eyelids slowly peeled open, revealing a hint of annoyance peeking through his typically lazy gaze. His kingdom had always been a tranquil haven of slumber, but the hurricane's relentless assault had disrupted its peaceful rhythm, like a persistent alarm clock on a lazy Sunday morning.
With a sense of begrudging duty, he thought to himself, " I must restore peace to my kingdom, and also find a way to permanently seal Niddal's mouth," his fingers curling into fists at his sides.
He addressed Niddal, a touch of irritation creeping into his tone. "Just let me rest a little while to regain my strength."
Niddal, his own fatigue forgotten in the face of the mounting crisis, countered, "I'm afraid we have no such luxury, Your Majesty. The situation grows more dire with every passing moment."
King Damion's features hardened.
I wonder why I have you when I do all the work myself," King Damion muttered, a hint of annoyance coloring his voice. He pushed himself off his throne, straightening his regal robes. "If you can't offer solutions, at least keep your mouth shut," he spat, striding out of the chamber with purpose in his step.
As he stepped outside the palace, the hurricane still raged, the circular shaped typhoon seemed to see him and started blowing towards him, "Whoever is responsible for this, show yourself now!" he says nonchalantly.
The wind and rain howled and lashed, but suddenly, as if pulled by an unseen hand, the chaos slowly calmed, turning into an ethereal, feminine form. The veiling mist swirled and twisted, gradually shaping itself into the form of a woman, her curves subtly outlined by the veil clinging to her body.
As the winds calmed around her, the woman approached King Damion, each step sending ripples through the puddles at her feet. The rain streamed off her form, her veil clinging to her lithe figure like a second skin.
"Your Majesty," she purred, her voice rich and alluring. "You refused to see me, so I had no other choice but to make myself known."
King Damion narrowed his eyes, his indolent eyes sharpening, "Belle?"
Smiling widely she leaned towards the king with eyes full of infatuation, "I missed you, your majesty."
Damion's eyes darkens, his presence suddenly transforming from lazy indulgence to cold fury. Belle smile faltered as she realized her mistake. With a lightning-fast movement, he sped towards her, seizing her slender neck in a punishing grip.
"Do you think because I ignore your antics I don't dare kill you?" he spat, his voice like ice. Her face turned a sickly shade of purple, her attempts at a retort cut short by his ironclad grasp.
I-i-i, she struggles to speak.
His contemptuous sneer deepened, his fingers tightening further. "You think your presence is a gift, Belle? Your presence is a plague," He continued, his voice cold as he hurled Belle to the ground like a ragdoll. He loomed over her prone form, his shadow enveloping her. "Your pathetic wiles won't save you this time."
Belle lay sprawled in the mud, gasping for air, her earlier confidence shattered by the king's icy wrath.
Your majesty, please listen to me, I really do love you, I can't live without you," she pleads pathetically.
Damion's pupils glinted with fury, an aura of menace radiating from his very being. "Your pleas hold no power here, sorceress. My patience for your manipulation wanes" he
demanded, his voice a low growl.
Belle's hands instinctively clutched at her throat, desperate for relief from the invisible noose of Damion's rage. Her gaze flitted up to the king's face, a barely perceptible tremor in her lower lip.
With a casual flick of his wrist, the houses and lands that were ruin turned back to it's original state as if nothing had happened. Damion stepped forward, looming over Belle with the full weight of his authority.
Belle's panic was palpable now, her chest rising and falling in rapid, shuddering gasps. She opened her mouth to reply, but no words emerged.
"Don't play coy with me, sorceress."
Tell me how you managed to render my people powerless with that paltry magic of yours," he says menacingly low, a vein pulsing in his forehead.
Belle struggled to speak, her voice raspy and strained. "You can't kill me, I'm not the weak sorceress you once knew."
"What do you mean?"
Her eyes turned black as she smiled, " Damion I can do anything to have you, I can go to great lengths to make my self the kind of woman you desire."
He narrowed his eyes and let go of her neck, "You're sick."
"Sick?, she scoffs, You didn't call me sick when we were together in bed, so I'm sick because you no longer find me desirable?"
"Desirable?, Can a slut who even fucks animals be called desirable?" He sneers in disdain.
Her eyes turn menacing as she struggles to crawl towards him, "King Damion, you are the first man I ever slept with so you can only belong to me. I don't care if you slept with other so you shouldn't care about mine. If I can't have you, I'll destroy you."
With his right leg he kicks her to oblivion, "Niddal, lock her up. I'm going to bed."
Walking towards his chambers, He paused, "The people haven't started digging, have they?"