The Prince of Darkness

Prince Kaspian

All can hear my voice as it echoes throughout the kingdom while I roar and growl. Pain and anger erupts throughout my body and mind. The intention of their trip was to highlight the success stories of smaller packs, illustrating how our kingdom had aided their prosperity; A royal visitation.

“What happened?” The ache in my heart intensifies, causing it to crumble like fragile sand. My fingers wrap around the ornate, golden banister, providing a sense of stability.

“An attack on the last place they visited.”

I can see the fear in the servant’s trembling body as he faces me. My reputation for lashing out at servants precedes me whenever I’m in a rotten mood. With a solemn gesture, he lowers his head in submission.

“Who?” My wolf’s claws violently tear through the delicate ornament sitting nearby, shattering it into pieces.

The servant jumps back, and I can hear his heart beating frantically in his chest. “We don’t know yet. Everyone is in shock, your highness.” He stutters.

“They are the king and queen of the Kurtha kingdom. They had guards!” I bellow, and several surrounding guards stiffen. My royal blood boils with anger, amplifying my senses and making every sound, smell, and touch more pronounced. I can hear it in my ears. “Are the grounds clear?” I need to run, to expel my anger before I rip someone’s head off.

“Yes, your highness.” The servant backs away.

As I angrily stride through the majestic castle, my lips curl into a fierce snarl, sending a chilling aura to all who cross my path. Perched high in the serene mountains’ forests, the castle boasts a solitary winding road that leads to its grandeur. From its pinnacle, the sweeping views extend across the entire kingdom, stretching as far as the eye can reach. It fills the air with an enchanting aura, making it undeniably a magical abode.

Forests cover uninhabited areas and people use them for runs and pack gatherings. Here surrounding the castle, my own lands and forest gives me my personal space for my wolf to run when I need it.

I tear at my clothes as I exit the back door and let my wolf take control. He rushes for the forest and we race along. My thoughts of who and why someone would want to kill my parents gnaw at me. I may be a bastard, but they were not. Everyone loved them. They showed grace and humbleness to everyone around.

Clouds above us form. It’s as if the universe knows they are gone, and my heart fills with the darkness of an impending thunderstorm. My wolf Loki presses on. His black fur gleams and shimmers as a few spots of sunlight hit it. We run, I’m not sure for how long, but a link comes through.

“Your highness. We need your presence back at the castle. Lord Albus is here, and he requests that he has things to pass onto you.” It is Kurt, my loyal servant.

“Lord Albus can suck my cock.” I snarl back through the link. In my mind’s eye, I see Kurt rolling his eyes in annoyance and involuntarily rolling his shoulders ready for further backlash from me. I blank him out, and the scent of the forest fills my nose as my wolf runs, its breath heavy and excited. Raindrops are falling steadily, punctuated by loud thunderclaps in the sky. When it gets to the point it is so heavy, I have to find shelter till it passes. Low trees provide a little coverage, but Loki is still getting soaked. He will just shake it off.

We find a better place, thicker trees and bushes that give more protection. He sits down and I feel the weight of the words of my parents’ death. I’m an only child, and I’ve never been interested in the mating thing. A good fuck from the latest maid, or female, I command to my quarters, but hell to the no in tying myself down to mate. I’m having way too much fun the way I am. Once you select a mate and undergo the mating ritual, swearing eternal love, you become permanently connected to them. Of course you want to be attracted to them, but for life… That was never what I wanted, although I knew in the future I would have to choose a mate. She could play the role as my faithful queen, but I’ll be damned if I was giving up my fun just for one person.

I need to uncover the identity of my parents’ killer and unravel their motive. The air crackles with my anger and determination as I race back to the castle. Did someone take off with the jewels that adorned my parents? Their crowns? With my transformation complete, my servant appears by my side, holding a grand robe fit for royalty. They delicately cover my shoulders, signifying my return to power.

“Lord Albus awaits you in the guest area.”

“Good for him. Tell the fat bastard I’m not interested. I’m going for a shower.” Yes, I’m a fucking cunt, but I couldn’t give a toss at what he wants right now.

I make sure I use my time in the shower. The water is filtered into a tank up high and I thank the man who created this idea. Lord Albus can wait. By the time I’m dry and clothed again, only then I go meet him. A pissed off man glares at me. “Prince Kaspian.” He holds out his hand.

“I’m a fucking prince, and you offer me your hand?” I boom at him and my voice shakes the room. He pales white, then gets down onto his knees and bows in front of me. “One mistake, that’s all you get.” I remind him.

“I’m sorry, your majesty. My presence here is because we have to keep the royalty status together. This kingdom without a king and queen will fall to the hands of Prince Thalion of the Yolan Kingdom.”

As anger boils inside me, my chest tightens, and I unleash the meanest growl my wolf can muster, filled with pure hatred. “It is him who is responsible for this. For my parents’ death? He wants to take over and rule my kingdom?” Fury follows in my voice. I glare hard into the eyes of Lord Albus. “Did he send you here?” My wolf is on edge and ready to rip out of my body.

“No, your highness. It is my responsibility to ensure that you adhere to the laws of being a royal, which dictate your behavior and responsibilities. In case of a death, it is crucial to establish the following rules and protocol.” He stutters and awaits my response with fear.

“Then you will follow the rules,” I declare, my words hanging in the air like a heavy weight. Did he not think that I knew? “When there is a death, it is customary to allow that person a moon’s cycle to grieve.”

“We shall grant you 28 days. But I will inform you that when your time is up, a new queen will be chosen, and if you don’t decide, the royal lineage will be bestowed upon you. Lady Quinnell will be the bride you select.” He sucks in a deep breath. “Otherwise the kingdom will fall.” He turns and leaves before I declare my uttermost hate for Lady Quinnell.

“Kurt!” I bellow, and he appears within the second.

“Yes, your highness.”

“Prepare the royal transport. I wish to be taken to the village where my parents were tragically slain.” One way or another, I was going to find out who killed my parents and why. I will avenge their deaths.