Chapter 64- The King of Lysandra
“How many got away?” I asked.
“None. Thanks to Eleanora,” Don replied.
“Where is Nora?” I asked, turning to look up at the hill but the angle was terrible so I couldn’t see anything other than the trunks of a bunch of large trees, not to mention, it was too dark. If not for the lanterns that these nobles had placed around the area, we would all have been fighting blind which I, myself can do since I’ve had some hardcore training about it but the same can’t be said about my men.
These pathetic rich people were trying to fight back too, with the illegal weapons that they were trying to sell today.
“She should be up there but I wonder if something’s wrong,” He mumbled the last part to himself and my ears perked up.
“Why would you think that?” I paused to ask.
“Because no one’s hitting into barriers anymore,” My eyes shot up to look at where Nora was supposed to be but I don’t know what I was expecting to see since the angle was still terrible.
“I’m going to go...” I drifted off when I caught a noble hitting into an invisible barrier made of air and being thrown back, right into the hands of my men. “Nevermind,” I shook my head. I don’t know what I was worried about since Nora’s the one that’s always reminding me that she doesn’t need protecting and I guess she’s right. Clearly.
“She’s fine,” Don assured and I followed his gaze to look up at where Nora was stood on the edge and almost sighed loudly in relief. She continuously threw the idiots around the air and they were in a confused panic.
Catching her gaze, I threw her a kiss which only had her lips tilting up into an adorable smile and I had to hold myself back from going up there and kissing her right now, in front of everyone. If not for Don, who nudged me back to reality, I would have been staring at her for who knows how long?
“You can be as lovey-dovey as you want later. For now, please concentrate. I’m tired,” Don almost yawned at the idea of sleep and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t too.
So, with a nod, we continued to move forward with the plan of capturing the idiots that dared to mock me behind my back. Pathetic scoundrels, they didn’t even know that they were walking into my trap.
“Leave the announcer for me. I’m going to be the one that deals with him,” I told one of the men that were dragging the said announcer towards the rest of the captured nobles. The man turned his head to look up at me with eyes shining with fear and I smirked at him, kneeling down and flicking his forehead.
“I’ll make you regret calling me a childish King,” Seeing his whimpering was so satisfying.
“He wasn’t exactly wrong when he said you were childish though,” I turned to glare at Don who coughed and quickly looked away. “You may be childish but that doesn’t mean you’re not a good King,” He was quick to defend.
Standing back up, I nodded at the guard who saluted me before continuing on his way with dragging the announcer to the rest of the fools and I turned to look at Don, jokingly punching him on the shoulder.
“If not for the fact that you are my best friend-”
“I’d be long dead by now. I know,” He replied with that familiar expressionless look on his face and with a scoff, I continued to walk forward.
“Are these all the victims?” I asked, kneeling down in front of the huddled people who were forced to be dressed in skimpy clothes that could have passed for undergarments.
“Yes, I would think so,” Don said as he walked over to the unconscious guard lying on the ground beside us and searched his body for the keys to the chains that bound these people together. Taking it from his hands, I outstretched my hands towards the person closest to me but they flinched back.
“Are you scared of me?” I curiously asked, tilting my head to the side and the woman that looked a bit younger than me didn’t reply.
“Do you see what my men are doing to the people that did this to you?” She rapidly nodded her head as if afraid that I would punish her if she didn’t answer. “And you’re still afraid of me?” I muttered and she flinched once more.
Was I really that intimidating?
She’s a pretty lady with dark auburn hair and pale skin with hazel eyes and if not for the fact that my heart already belonged to Nora, I can’t say that I wouldn’t have bedded her. No one can turn me on the way Nora does, no matter how pretty they may be because to me, Nora was the most beautiful. And she always will be.
I was getting distracted.
“Wh-Who are you?” The woman stuttered out as I pulled her hand forward to undo the chains that bound her wrists before moving onto her feet.
I stopped and turned to look up, catching her gaze. Did she really not know who I was? Or was this a sorry attempt of holding a conversation with me? If so then it wasn’t working.
“What kingdom are you from?” I asked.
“Grelan,” She timidly replied, tucking a strand of hair away from her face and I was reminded of Nora who always does the same thing, mostly when she’s nervous.
“Grelan,” I muttered. That was a small Kingdom, so small that it was less than a quarter the size of Lysandra. Then again, Grelan is an ancient Kingdom that’s existed for thousands of years, it’s argued that it used to be a place inhabited by witches but that was thousands of years ago, even before Nora was born.
“This is King Vincenzo St Andres Octavius, the current ruler of Lysandra,” Donatello spoke from behind me and I didn’t bother saying anything else as I finished unchaining her before moving onto the next victim.
“T-Thank you,” The young boy whispered.
“Where are you from?” I asked curiously.
“Viaseth,” The second-largest city in my Kingdom, next to Lazarus.
“Haven’t you got any family?” He nodded his head.
“They must be worried,” I said and he nodded his head, eyes welling up with tears at the thought and I awkwardly outstretched my hand to pat his head. Before meeting Nora, I never would have done this.
Damn. I used to be so cold.
“Your majesty,” Don called as I finished unchaining the last victim and stood up, turning to look at him after brushing the dirt away from my clothes.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I think it’s finally over,” He released a relieved sigh which he seemed to have been holding onto since this morning when we rode out of the palace.
I followed his gaze and saw a clear space of land, no more fighting with all the nobles and rich merchants put to their knees and awaiting my answer with my knights standing behind them, swords in hand in case anyone attempted to run away.
“Where’s Nora?” Is the first thing I said though because my future Queen was nowhere in sight and until she was in my arms, I would be restless.
I walked forward but stopped when I felt a grip on my hand and turned to see the woman victim from before. She was standing up now and her height reached my ears, Nora was shorter than her, only reaching my shoulders but I found that to be immensely adorable.
“What?” I asked with a raised brow and she blushed, looking down at the ground as she fidgeted and tucked strands of hair away from her face.
No matter what any woman does anymore, I always end up comparing them to Nora and I didn’t hate that, in fact, I loved it more than I would ever like to admit... I guess this is what it feels like to be in love. I liked it.
No wonder my father became a cringy weirdo.
“Y-You... don’t have a Queen...” She whispered.
“Not yet I don’t but I will soon,” I said, pulling my hand out of her clutches and berrying it in my pockets as I continued to stare at her, wondering what she wanted.
“Then... as a thank you for saving me...” She drifted off with a nervous chuckle. “You don’t need to make me your Queen... maybe just a... mistress...”
I don’t know why it took so long for her words to click in my head but once they did, I lost it.