Cold Palace
It's been two days here and it's never been more fun. The door to the place opened wide, as I looked up to see who it was, a corner of my eyes twitched.
Her steps graceful, yet filled with schemes and very much hidden deceit. Her presence here quickly polluted the serenity, and her looks was masked behind hoax and lies.
As I watched her proceeded towards where I sat, I felt anger run through my spine.
On her face was planted an extremely vicious glare- although other's won't decipher that; I could. I eyed her from head to toe
She was now standing in front of me, "Good boy" she started.
I clicked my tongue as my eyes rolled at her, "You sure a strong one, but it won't be long till I break your spines" she added icily.
The 'Queen' then grasped my chin, her nails piercing my flesh rigorously. Afterwards, her lips slightly parted, "Your back much hurt so much right?"
Her tone was laced with mockery when she said so. Then her fingers trailed on my backside which caused it to sting me.
I rubbed my eyebrows, more anger burning on my inside. I held her hands tightly only for her to smirk. "If two days of pain won't be able to tame you, one month would"
Her words made me sneer, "I've experienced more worst situations than this. Mother,"
Her eyes lit up and she succeed in breaking free from my grip then slapped, "Mother? You're not worth being my child, I wouldn't even waste my efforts on you. All you do is to bring distress to the Kingdom and even the King. Wilder is more worthy of me..but your father is too blind to see"
"I was born for all those shits, and do you think I give a darn about that stupid throne? Wilder can have it for all I care..I just wanna rock and fuck girls" i paused. "Is that too much to ask for?"
She stuttered, unsure of what to say, "Then leave the Kingdom to somewhere far away…."
"What are you so afraid of? Or is Wilder the son of your secret lover?" I teased her with a brow raised as I awaited her response anxiously.
Her eyelids lowered quite quickly, and her lips parted slowly which was definitely unusual. Judging from her reactions, I felt something was strange but I couldn't place my fingers on what it was.
As I continued in my train of thoughts, her voice jolted me back to reality. Her voice was shaky and usually lifeless, "Where on earth are you driving at?"
"I'm not driving anywhere close to earth, I'm driving toward the moon" I teased so as to piss her off.
"You have a sharp tongue, as as for Wilder, he's only thr legitimate son, I cannot call you mine" she lamented.
The door squeaked opened again and a familiar body frame came in. His body frame was sturdy and well built, his steps were dominating and I soon knew it was Father.
I glanced at his face for a while then drifted away from his eyes which held no expression. My thinking was that he was here to scold me but his voice which betrayed his emotionless voice was laced with pity.
"Are you here to check up on your son?" Father asked.
I just rolled my eyes in annoyance.
Father's behavior at times gets me stuck up in asking myself different questions. Like how he ruled this Kingdom for many years..with how blinded he is.
"Oh yes" she pursued her lips in disgust.
"Killan..I guess you like the way you are being treated. I didn't ask god for a thug but he gave me one anyway" Father ranted.
The sound of his voice irked me and left me at the mercy of irritation. I pressed my lips together very thightly to help myself from going insane and doing something I shouldn't.
It felt like my head was about to explode with the way he kept ranting- plus, his wife's gaze on me was frosty and fierce.
"If you continue this way, who would take over the Kingdom?"
As he said that, I felt my skin burning even more.
It was Astoria's glare.
Her glare was intense and much more frosty than before, "Father, I don't have any interest in that bloddy throne"
"Orlo!" Mother slammed, "Killan isn't the first child, and besides, he isn't even married but Wilder is"
"Who says marriage is my requirement for choosing my King? It has been foreseen long ago that Killan will be. Isn't Killan your son also?"
Mother bit her lips ruthlessly, her eye red from anger. Although, I don't have any interest in becoming the King, I usually question myself about why she hates me so much.
"Isn't Wilder also your son? Killan is the bastard here and you know that" She yelled.
I have always thought that father was under mother's control, that he was controlled by her with some fetish power but now, I feel like I was wrong for too long.
"Don't push me Astoria. Don't call my son a bastard next time, that I overlooked your hatred for him all these years doesn't mean I'm stupid" he slammed back at her, with the same energy.
Mother staggered backwards, probably feeling defeated.
But she didn't relent or stop there, "You would bring shame to your son for some stupid prophecy? Very well, since you've made up your mind to make this bastard the King…"
My eyes widened at the scene that played in front of me. I could never have thought dad would actually slap mother for calling me a bastard. After all, that's what I am.
She held her cheek, tears dropped from her eyes. She certainly did not expect that.
"He is my son!" Father screamed.
"You still love that woman so much don't you..?" She stuttered.
I paused at my tracks when I heard that- was she speaking about my mother?
Before Father could respond, tears poured down her eyes and she walked out swerved.
Father tapped my shoulder gently then left. As I watched his retreating steps, the whole scene replayed in my head and I boggled if all I heard was true.
Queen Astoria isn't my mother?
If she isn't then this solves everything, there can't be any other reason why she hates me so much other than this.
'But who is my mother? Where is she? What type of woman was she?' all this questions lingered in my mind.