Burns Eternal

King Aaron and the queens: "Mother!"

The children: "Grandmother!"

Panic settled in.

Richard ran at his fastest pace to catch the Queen mother before she hit the ground. "Quick, get her to her chamber," King Aaron ordered, his voice shaky.

Raymond nodded and ran off. The rest followed suit. Exactly what King Aaron was trying to avoid. Now that the deed had been done, he was anxious about what will happen next.

Old King Karter mustn't hear to it; one of his beautiful daughter-in-law is unalive, while his dearest wife is unconscious, else, his heart might give out.

To avoid that, Aaron contacted one of his brothers, Adam, who lived among the witches and filled him on the situation.

… Meanwhile, in the forest …

Brittany was cradled in the embrace of the masked figure as he lands at the entrance of the forest,twigs crushing underneath his boots.

When the snow-white horse, who was grazing, raised its head to see its master in the arms of a stranger. It neighed and galloped towards them. Affectionately rubbing it schnozzle against Brittany's cheek.

The figure made her sleep on her cloak as he lay her gently against the trunk of a tree. He kneeled beside her and raised his gaze to the magnificent white horse.

It has silver-like hair, just like the girl before him. Now that he thinks about it, he find somehow strange. Humans don't have silver hair, or…do they? He knows there are blondes, but he has never met silver-haired.

The longer he gazes at her, the more he senses a low-key, ominous and hostile energy enveloping her being. One of his brows arched in intrigued amusement; this frail-looking girl is more to the eyes than meet.

Everything that happened from when he met her to this moment felt surreal. She seems to possess an enigmatic power that could cause chaos in their world if it fell in the wrong hand.

He turned to the restless horse beside him. "You are just as pretty as your master," he complimented, raising his hand to touch the horse.

However, what he wasn't supposing was the fucking horse aggressively attack him. "The f*ck?!" He leaped, defending himself, and landed behind the horse.

For all that, hbreathese was slightly surprised when the first thing that greeted his sight was the horse throw its hooves at him... the moment he touched ground. As he evaded the attack, he breathes a sigh of relief. That was a close call.

"Bloody shit, I didn't bet on fighting an insane horse today! Both horse and master go crazy when complimented, huh? Insane and pretty, quite impressive," he thought as a deep sexy chortle escaped his lips.

As they went back and forth for a while, he realized the horse was highly intelligent and aggressive in its attacks. He dubbed the horse an insane fighter, like… a fucking horse!

And it seems it was hell-bent on destroying him, huh? A freaking horse!

"Sweetie, STOP!" a sudden snappy, sharp voice commanded. Surprisingly, the horse stopped attacking him and galloped back to its master.

"Sweetie? That's it dumb name for a royal horse. I can't believe you waste such a good title on a horse," the masked teen said flatly as he watched her get up and brush off the dirt on her clothes.

Brittany turned deaf ear to his words, holding her head, "What happened?" she mumbled in confusion, trying to process all that happened before she passed out.

"Do you not remember?" the masked figure tilted his head to a side as he asked. He then nodded understandingly,

" Maybe I should remind you then. After I kissed you, you got agitated and said you were leaving. When suddenly, you returned, running into my arms and told me to lay you down, strip you naked, and spill my seeds in your womb. You pleaded like a child, by the way."

He paused, monitoring her expression. Her already flushing face pleased him much. " As I noticed you were almost crying, I did what any gentleman would do. I laid you down on a flat rock, striped you naked and…" the masked teen held again, grinning evilly as he peered at her flushed rosy cheeks, his smile still not reaching his eyes. " And I f*cked you, I f*cked you so hard, you couldn't take it anymore, and… passed out."

After he had spoken the truth and his fabricated lies, he rest against a tree and ran his hand over his head.

Brittany gave him a side eye glare. She really wanted to slap that grin off his stupid face. He was obviously lying, for she had already recalled what happened.

She wished… she wished she could just strangle him to death. Have he no regard for the royal emblem? But wait a minute—she was currently dressed as a commoner! Ah, coconuts! Today. Is not. My day!

She stomped over, her exquisite eyes shooting daggers, and she stopped two steps away from him. Her hand was raised high to slap some sense into him.

However, there was one teeny-tiny detail she seems to have forgotten, that is he was faster than she could have ever been.

As he effortlessly caught her wrist, his other arm coiled round her waist, and he drew her close, so close, it was like he wanted to merge her with him. His hand holding her wrist loosens, and he entwined his gloved fingers with her leather gloved ain.