Tristan knelt in the courtyard of his base, tears streaming down his face. "Light, please help me! What sin have I committed?!" he pleaded silently, his heart heavy with despair.
Rising to his feet, he gripped his sword tightly and charged towards the leader. – I will kill you! – he shouted, his voice filled with determination and rage.
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Now, sitting on the cold stone floor, Tristan relived those harrowing memories. – It was futile to pick up the sword! – he muttered bitterly. – He almost slaughtered me, and once again I had to hear the screams of my soldiers, begging me to retreat... – his voice broke as he tore his clothes in anguish.
His cries were so loud that the servants passing in the hallway could hear and every time they did, discomfort filled them.
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In the gardens of the Greek imperial palace, Hera admired the flowers while singing softly. – Since the day you arrived, I ask myself if this is love...
– I see you walking by and my heart starts racing... – she continued, her fingers gently brushing the petals.
– And my breathing even fails, with your gaze on mine... – she sighed placing her hands on her chest.
Zeus, standing behind her, was captivated by her ethereal voice and well-developed and endowed figure. He placed his hand on her waist. – You are beautiful in every aspect! I would go crazy if I saw my greatest creation with another...
Hera's white skin turned pale with fear. She stepped back and turned to face Zeus. – Father, forgive me... – she said, crouching. – God king, I didn't notice your presence, I am sorry! I'll going to leave... – she walked away with her face downcast.
Seeing her walk leave, grabbed her arm. – Come back here, Hera! Sing to me, I want to hear that voice one more time... – looking at her.
With her head down. – Y-Yes, father...
Looking at Zeus, cleared her throat and sighed. – I searched for a reason to live on the paths I have traveled... – trying to avoid his gaze to maintain her focus.
– I walked through common places looking to be happy... – closed her eyes.
– I surrendered myself for any sensation to the pleasures of life... – singing.
Looking at her, grabbed a glass of wine from a servant's hand. – Yes... –tasting the wine while hearing Hera's voice.
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In Camelot, Arthur ascended the stairs to the throne, his presence was commanding and resolute. Using Heavenly Qi, he manifested fire, incinerating the armchair beside the throne before seating himself. – There is no one like me in this kingdom! I am the one true king! – he declared, his voice echoing through the room.
The main cardinal, standing nearby, looked concerned. – Young master, the coronation ceremony has not yet taken place, it is not wise to make decisions while everything is not yet decided... – he claimed, his eyes meeting Arthur's dragon-like gaze.
Pietra Decimus, looking at Arthur with a false smile. – This place is not in a condition to be considered a palace... – looking at the destroyed room with disdain, her tone dripping with contempt.
Elder Windsor nodded in agreement. – That's true. We need to organize the palace and the Treadway mansion, they are... They are completely destroyed... – he informed, glancing at Arthur's cold face.
Arthur, seated on the throne, looked at them all with a calm yet authoritative gaze. – Don't worry about the palace. I will take care of that and all other matters! – his eyes shifted to Pietra taking in her long blonde hair like golden silk, bright green eyes, and developed body. He turned his attention to the simple chief of the cardinals. – What are you two still doing here, Meridius?
Pietra and Cardinal Meridius exchanged glances. Cardinal Principal/Meridius stepped forward. – Young master, we have been sent by the High Priest. He cannot leave the church headquarters in Athens. Something I don't know?
Arthur rested his hand on his cheek, his gaze steady. – What saves you from me is the law. You don't have the slightest respect for me or for my father, Pendragon! – he exclaimed.
Arthur's intention was clear, he wanted to make the Temple's official lose face.
Petit elder Darkblood, crouched. – Sovereign, I beg you to calm down...
Elder Windsor looking at the Temple's officials in white clothes, added. – Young master, please! I think it's better to focus on other matters...
Lancelot, standing by the throne, sighed. "And I'm too much righteous..." he thought to himself. – Sir! We are waiting for your orders regarding Cyrus... – he said fixing his blue-eyed gaze on Arthur.
Looking at Arthur, sighed. [Put these two aside, brother...] Persival said using telepathy.
– What happened that put the Lord so indisposed...? – Cardinal Meridius asked, looking at the throne and then at Arthur.
Looking at the cardinal with her usual smile almost closed eyed, spoke. – The new king is a non-believer! I don't see the need for the church to be where it is not appreciated! I refuse to anoint him!
Arthur looked at Pietra from top to bottom, seeing the neckline on her white dress that revealed her hips and thighs on the left side of her body. He saw the venomous smile on her face and the eyes that appeared calm and innocent, along with her long braided blond hair.
– Do you still ask, Meridius?! Look at how this woman dresses?! Is it supposed to be a servant of the Light? Corruption is so ingrained in you that you dared to come in my presence like this?! How dare this woman appear in my presence like this?!! – he exclaimed, with a smile in his face as he used the tradition against them.
Seated on the throne, he looked at Pietra. – Is that how you look at your master's son?! How prostitutes look at men? If you don't want to anoint me, it's your problem! God has already anointed me and I'm Pendragon's successor! – he penetrated Pietra's eyes, looking into her soul.
Pietra, looking at Arthur, clenched her fists with her famous smile. "You're going to die for this, kid!" she decided, a vein throbbing in her chin.
Elder Darkblood, observing Pietra, thought. "This woman is teasing the young master, I guess it's one more head that he's going to slay..."
Looking at Pietra. – Archbishop, I suggest you withdraw! Let the king organize his ideas... – Persival suggested with a firm voice.
Elder Windsor Ashura and Lancelot agreed in unison. – We agree!
The king, with veins bulging on his face, glared at Meridius and Pietra. His eyes turned red, like those of a ferocious dragon. – I warn you! The day when you will pay for tarnishing the Temple of Light will come much faster than you imagine! – he declared, looking at both of them.
His aura made him look like a giant in front of everyone, and they felt like insects under his blood-red gaze.
Elder Darkblood seeing Arthur's red eyes, covered her own. – Those eyes...It burns... – she exclaimed, shielding her eyes with her arms.
Cardinal Meridius looked at Pietra, then turned towards the exit. "He was really chosen by the Light, those eyes..." declared as he sensed Arthur's deadly gaze on his back. [What did you do to annoy him so much?] he questioned the archbishop.
Pietra, leaving the throne room with a soft smile. [That idiot is a madman, let's go!] she exclaimed. "Does he like me or something?! What's the matter with him?" she questioned herself.
Arthur watching them leave, smashed the arm of the throne, then looked at Lancelot. – As soon as the coronation ceremony is over, we will invade Cyrus!
Looking at Arthur, sighed. – Lord, first of all. We know that the coronation is next month, but there is a very important issue! The king is a minor and does not have a wife, so the people may not welcome the new king... – declared elder Ashura, the first elder.
He was right, the United Kingdom was a very traditional and cultural nation and falling on the people's bad side wasn't wise thing. Not having a wife was against their culture and tradition; everyone who didn't have a wife was seen as a child.
Lancelot nodded. – It's true, it's customary for the king to rise to power with at least one wife, or fiancée, or at least suitor...
Persival, looking at Arthur, chuckled. – If only princess Hera were here, hehehe...
Arthur, blushing, retorted. – Don't speak nonsense, Persival!
"He blushed?! That's new..." Elder Ashura admired the historic fact while looking at Arthur. – A suitor for the king is not a problem, surely there is someone the lord has in mind. If not, there are the amazon princesses, or my daughters, Phoenix and Ambrose...
"No one dies for trying..." elder Ashura thought as he tried to marry his daughters into the royal family.
Persival, smiling, looked at the king. – But we also met a hot young lady who is in love with the king... – turned his eyes to elder Darkblood.
Prince Persival, Lancelot and Windsor looked at Heilla, the matriarch of the Darkbloods.
Behind them, she blushed "Hot?! I'm not an object!!" she exclaimed with a pleased face.
– Me?! No! L-Lord! Lord, please don't listen to Prince Persival's madness! Please, who am I to even have the king in my dreams... – she said nervously, trying to persuade the king.
Persival looked at her. – Am I lying young elder? Am I, prince Persival, son of Diana, descendant of Pendragon, lying? – he teased.
Blushing, she replied. – Persival! Shut up! – she then looked at Arthur.
– My king, please don't listen to him... – her face turning even more red.
Lancelot, the Saint Chamberlain, looked at Heilla, prepared himself to ruin the rooms mood. – You do know that the Lord is underage, right? Wouldn't liking him be pedophilia...?
Arthur sighed, then stood up and walked towards the exit. "Being silent would do a lot of good to him..." he thought to himself.
– I'll get a suitor. Give me some time! A few weeks! In the meantime, keep organizing the ceremony... – he said, walking away.
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In the early hours of the next day, Arthur was talking to a soldier next to the royal ship.
The soldier holding Maximus' collar, looked at Arthur. – Lord, if they ask me where you've gone, what should I say?
With a backpack, Arthur grabbed the leash, then climbed on the horse. – Say that the king will be back on the day of the ceremony, understood?
The soldier lowered his head. "This horse is really huge, it looks good on the lord." he thought as he admired the king. – Doesn't the lord need an escort? I can call a few more men to accompany...
Smiling, Arthur replied. – You're a good man, Gubong! Rest assured and trust me! I'll be back! I'm going to take back something important... – he said, leaving and waving to him.
Gubong bowed. – Good riddance, my king! May your God, the Light, be with you!