Later that night, Jerry Camden strode confidently into the opulent Harrington estate, his demeanor exuding arrogance. He was granted an audience with Hannah's father, a privilege afforded to him solely because of his status as the heir to the first family. The grand hall was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as the flickering candles illuminated the tension in the air.
"Harrison Harrington," Jerry began, his voice smooth and calculated. "I must speak with you about a grave matter concerning your daughter."
Harrison looked up from his desk, concern etched on his face. "What is it, Jerry? It's late. This better be important."
"It is," Jerry replied, his eyes glinting with malice. "I've heard troubling news. Your daughter has been... compromised." He paused for effect, letting the weight of his words sink in. "By none other than her assistant, Max."
Harrison's expression darkened. "What are you talking about?"
"Max, as he likes to call himself, has assaulted her," Jerry continued, his tone dripping with feigned concern. "I witnessed it myself. I was just outside when it happened. I couldn't intervene, but I heard her cries. She might refuse to talk about it, putting on a strong face due to the trauma. But I assure you, she is a victim."
Harrison's face flushed with rage, his hands clenching into fists. "You're telling me my daughter was raped? By that... that nobody?"
"Yes," Jerry said, nodding gravely. "It's a disgrace to your family. I thought you should know before it spreads. You wouldn't want your family's reputation tarnished, would you?"
The room fell silent as Harrison processed the information, his heart pounding in his chest. The thought of his precious daughter being hurt ignited a fire within him. "Where is he?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
"I believe he's still at the estate," Jerry replied, feigning innocence. "I can help you bring him to justice."
Without another word, Harrison summoned a sizeable portion of his army, their captain standing at attention, ready to carry out his orders. "You will bring that assistant to me. Now!"
Meanwhile, Max was at home, exhausted from the day's events. He lay on his bed, still reeling from the joy of being with Hannah. The warmth of their shared moments lingered in his mind, but it was soon overshadowed by a sense of unease. He had no idea that a storm was brewing just beyond the horizon.
Back at the Harrington estate, Hannah was in her room, the weight of her earlier encounter with Max still fresh in her heart. She felt a sense of peace, but it was soon shattered by a loud commotion outside her door. The sound of boots marching echoed outside the halls, and she felt a knot of dread form in her stomach.
Suddenly, the door was knocked hard and harshly ,she opened, with the lieutenant at the door their captain at the his back. "miss Harrington, we need to speak with you about your assistant, Max."
"What's happening?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Your father has summoned him. He's accused of a heinous crime," the captain replied, his expression stern.
Hannah's heart raced. "No, it can't be true! Mike would never do something like that!"
But the soldiers didn't wait for her protest. They moved swiftly, their orders clear. Hannah felt helpless as she watched them leave, fear gripping her heart. She knew Max was innocent because it was about them, but how could she prove it?
Meanwhile, at Max's home,
the soldiers arrived as they barged in, their presence filling the sitting room. Their captain forward with a grim expression, he said "We're here for Max. He's to come with us."
the atmosphere was heavy with an impending sense of doom as their captain stepped into max room and said with a coldness that sent shivers down Max's spine he said "we're here for you max you know what you did, we don't know how you did it but she happen to have your back but her father thinks you forced her to under duress." As the captain grabbed him from his bed and threw him to the sitting room to the feet of some of his next in commands as he broke a rib, they kicked and punched him with max saying no words as he just protected his head and stood up as the soldiers hurl abuses at him as they were all nobles it was all personal to them as with a higher rank it could have been them marrying her but he defiled her. He thought about how he would get his self out of this as he knew whose scheme this is.
As he looked at his beautiful mother cry sitting in the dim light of their small living room as he was being dragged out by the soldiers , tears streaming down her face as she clutched a framed photo of Max, a younger version of him smiling back at her. His father stood nearby, a deep sadness etched on his features, his hands resting on her shoulders.
"We can't let them take him," she cried, her voice breaking. "He's done nothing wrong!"
"I know," his father replied softly, holding her close.
"But we don't have the power to fight against them.
I can only just run to the ones that owe me favour over the years but they'll do what they want."
As they seized Max, confusion and fear washed over him. "What's going on?" he demanded, but they ignored his questions not giving him any direct answer except the one the captain have given him inside, dragging him out into the night.
Alone in his cell, Max sat on the cold stone floor, the weight of despair pressing down on him. He couldn't help but laugh bitterly at the absurdity
"At least I got what my heart wants now," he whispered to himself, a hint of defiance in his voice. "I don't have any regrets, only one – my mum and dad. I planned to give them the life of kings they deserved, different from this oppression utopia. At least I fulfilled one of my heart goals."
As the darkness closed in around him, Mike felt a pang of sadness. He knew his parents would cry a lot, but he hoped they would take it easy and remember that he chose his path himself.
The cold door loomed before him, a constant reminder of the fate that awaited him. But Max refused to be defeated. He would hold on to the love he shared with Hannah, the love that had given him the strength to fight against the system. If he would die, he would never die with his spirit ever being broken. A warrior from a young age not at heart alone in training too, plus he would never let himself die with a broken spirit it repulsed his whole being.
Who is he, He is Max Adira and
An Adira never lets his spirit broken, their ancestors were warriors even if he dies, he dies a warrior death. A death of his own terms or reason. He only wanted what he wants "if this is the end i guess I was not written fror all those adventures and enjoyment i dreamed of" He said.
And so, he sat there, lost in thought, his heart heavy with the weight of his choices, but his spirit unbroken.