"So I assume the arrangements have been made.....perfectly without an inch of fault?" Matthews Rothvein asked one of his most favoured butler with a tone that was as deep as it was energetic just like the sun, all while his face and gaze remained on the polished round mirror, hung to his room's right white wall with a black nail, through which he admired the embroidered white tunic that his concubines had made for him, which accentuated his physical prowess like a sword did for its potent master.
The young butler who was asked such a question, simply nodded in confirmation. His grey eyes were quite busy as he admired the strong young build of his king who everyone knew was quite old approaching his eighties yet the potions of the grand mages living outside of the kingdom helped him to retain his handsome looks and build which he had in his prime, though even after all that, the descent of power due to the aging body could still be captured if the eyes of the beholder were trained enough. Mages weren't gods after all!
Matthews fiercely radiant amber eyes turned to the butler with a smirk on his bronze face, he from a young age has always liked those who were more silent than others, no unnecessary small talks were conducted only work was prioritised and that was enough for the powerful king who didn't like to make any awkward conversation in his professional area unlike some.
The butler without noticing or saying anything about the smirk, grabbed the crown of the king which was fitted with ritualistic gems that would protect someone from the malevolent energies that existed in this world of energies, and extended it towards Matthews.
The king with his calloused scarred hands grabbed it and moved it over his head, usually the servant was the one to dress the royals but as the king had a towering height of over seven feet, he had to do such things himself and he didn't mind it, unlike some other snobby nobles.
"I'm so good" Matthews complimented himself once his eyes again fell on his attractive visage, gazing at the slight stubble which he knew he needed to remove from his chin but he would, of course, do it later after bowing in front of the statue of Mayakan the goddess of fortune who has existed in his kingdom's tradition for years now. He still remembered the motto his mother has taught him which had stuck with him since the golden era of his life, 'The only reason you came into this family was because of the gods, so never neglect them over something as trivial as appearance or something else like mercy, or familial bond...', this was said to him after a brutal beating he received because during his ignorant teen years he had unknowingly interfered into a sacrifice they were offering to the god of darkness(his mother loved that God). The sacrifice was of course his young sister who had unknowingly caught the eyes of the priest whose deeds were as perverted as a demonic incubus.
Even though he had learnt the value of traditions, he had never forgotten about the beating and so when he had ascended the throne, his intrusive thoughts had won and he had tortured his corrupt family to death, sparing only his innocent sister who was currently living a happy life with the king of Versen that lies to the west of his kingdom, he had of course chosen the groom himself for he knew his sister was too scarred after that incident with the priest who had escaped not long after his ascendancy..... The current location of that devil was unknown, and so Matthews had convinced himself that the guy had died even though his spirit always told him that was definitely not the case.
The butler stood silently as he observed the emotion of hatred that briefly flashed on the face of the king just for a split second before it disappeared to once again form the sin of pride over his own appearance, an impassive stare remained fixed on his pinkish face which could terrify any young soldier who dared to come close to him, due to the ruthless contained behind the monolith-like gaze.
"Shall we leave now my king?" The butler asked as he gazed up to look at the king due to his own small height, his voice was quite hoarse in sound almost as if he hadn't drank anything in years.
"Oh yes! Of course but do call my third daughter in first, I've some things I needed to tell her" Matthews told the butler with a smile, and the butler nodded giving a slight bow before leaving the spacious opulent chambers where the king occasionally slept alone away from his wives and children.
According to the rumours this was done so, because the king's mind still yearned for the son he had painfully exiled from his kingdom even after years of hearing the poisonous words of Eiria, whom he once considered to be his favourite wife, about his son. This claim contained harsh truth after all the room was filled with smell of sandalwood which the butler knew sat right with the exiled son but with the other children not so much.
The butler closed the heavy doors to chambers behind him as his boots stomped on the floor heading towards the courtyard knowing that the third princess would be there only as it was her favourite spot to relax and spend time with commoners.
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"Lady Isiris why do you hang with such common folks, you have a standard to uphold don't you? After all you are the daughter of King Matthews Rothvein! Show some respect your ancestors"
Isiris the third princess,sighed once she heard that stern voice knowing the strict man it belonged too quite well, as she fixed her gaze upon the children she was playing tag with run away in a frenzied hurry, once they caught the sight of the young butler who had the presence of a lieutenant in the army.
The butler had a frown on his heavily scarred face, as his toned athletic body approached her with his fists on his side clearly unhappy to see her mingling with those children. Of course he had a reason to behave like this, since any one of those children could be assassins, after all this was how the uncle of the king had died.
Lady Isiris had long flowing blonde hair that she had received from her father, which she kept in a bun supported by different flowers that had a beautiful odor that filled the people in her presence with serenity.
Once she saw the butler, she indeed did sigh but her beautiful heart shaped face with pouty lips, still supported a smile of amusement because she believed in etiquette more than she believed in emotions of uncontrollable urges like irritation, she turned her lean body behind causing the young butler to stiffen due to the uncontrollable feeling of lust that ignited within his loins for undoubtedly her body was as sinful as her face was beautiful.
The gods have indeed blessed the royal family with their divine grace, they don't look like normal humans instead their aura carries traces of those angels that exist to lead humans to a better path, The butler thought before shaking his head, he really needed to remember his place unless he wanted to offend anyone of their clan.
"My father called for me isn't it?" The young lady who had just entered her twenties asked the butler who took a deep breath to calm down his nerves which were jumping once he heard her voice that was as sweet as honey to his ears.
The butler nodded, turning silent again, not wanting to say anything that could lead him to danger, this was why he kept silence in front of the king too, lest he says something that could lead his family in danger.
"Tell Father that I will be coming to him within a few minutes," Lady Isiris spoke once again but this time it was an order which the butler knew he had to follow.
The butler once again dipped his other body slightly in the form of a bow which Isiris acknowledged with a slight smile feeling a hint of pride at being born in such a family of power and not as a commoner. Then as he left, Lady Isiris turned her head to a rose which had grown in the midst of all wilting ones not affected by the failure of its own predecessors.
This sight made Isiris freeze before a smile, a true one at that appear on her face, her blue eyes twinkled with excitement as she began to shake the uncontrollable urge to jump in joy rattled within he forgetting all about her etiquette.
"It's finally time" She spoke albeit in a low tone containing trace of hesitation, almost in fear of someone hearing her words, "The time of his return".
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"Om..."
The faint sound of the holy word, echoed like a conch sound which was heard in a battle field before any kinds of war, resounded through the unholy forest of Bhavana.
The forest of Bhavana which was the source of nightmare for anyone be it children or seasoned warriors even mages that rarely feared anything, never had the guts to go there for it was shrouded in a veil of darkness containing the most malevolent of energies that were cursed to remain there until the end of the whole world.
But only one man was able to survive, over the course of eight years, here no matter the odds, and it was none other than the exiled son of the Rothvein family.
The golden eyes opened with a snap as a strong storm was produced that resulted in the fall of the statue of Mayakan, a sign of disaster for nothing could ever move the statues of a powerful goddess such as her, nothing.....