The Legendary Emperor King

Looking at all of them. "Aren't you the ones who wanted me to go and get the King's Force? Now why are you crying?!" thought as he tried to understand their sadness and looking at Hera, declared. – It is necessary...

With trembling hands, she struggled to hold back her tears. "Punishing me too..." she said to herself.

The desire was to come down from the throne and give her son a hug, to ask him to forgive her, to stay, but this desire was muffled by a sigh. – Do as you wish, son... – she clenched her fists, showing how difficult it was for her to hold back the cry of sadness.

With an indifferent attitude to their suffering. – I'll be away for three years! And in the summer of the third year, I'll certainly be back... – with his hands in his pockets, he yawned. –Oh, so sorry, forgive me...

The pallor of her face softened by the redness of nervousness, and the trembling showing that despite her strength she was still a delicate princess carrying the burden of war and the indifference of her childhood friend. – What do you mean, surely?! What if you don't come back?!

Alander looked at the queen and then at his friend, realizing that something was between the lines. – Three years? Arthur, that is a lifetime! Please my friend, reconsider...

Selena held Arthur's hands with her two hands. And she looked at him with a look full of tears that were yet to fall, caused by wounds created by the war that were still open. – N-No, Arthur! Pl-Please don't go...! It's dangerous, you don't know the work we had to get here...

Hera and Allana were moved, feeling that Arthur would not return, and Alexia, as an older sister, wrapped them both in her arms.

Arthur, with a finger scratching his ear, sighed. – It's hard for me too, but I can't live in the dependence of my mother forever, am I wrong? Anyway, I'll be back! If I don't come back, it's because the amazons behaved. Butler... – he called for his butler with a smile of freedom.

He appeared next to Arthur, the butler in a tie and crouching. – My queen! Lord, Ladies, majestic princess Allana and — and with a squeak he looked Alander up and down. – And you...

The butler turned his gaze to the prince. – It's all set, young master... – he looked at the sad faces of the queen, Alexia, Allana, Hera and Selena. – Don't worry, the young master will be safe! I promise to bring him whole or almost whole, don't worry...

Alander looking at the Butler. – What's his problem? He just left us more

worried... – looks at Hera, looking for an answer to that contempt.

Looking Alander up and down. – Animal! I beg you pardon for the expression my Queen, and princesses Alexia, Hera and Allana... – crouches down towards the queen and princesses.

Looking at Allana, he smiles. – Allana, I promise there will be a time when I won't leave your side, ever...

Wiping away her tears, she looked at his older brother. –Promise?

Looking at Allana with a stoic face. "But I just said I promise..." in his thoughts, trying to understand the little girl. – I promise, All... – he opens his arms to hug her.

The one sitting at the top, looking discreetly at Arthur, sighs. "I also want a hug..." venting in her thoughts, seeing her children hug each other. – It's okay, Arthur! When you come back, I hope that we'll be here, fighting to survive..." her heart pounding, her eyes holding back tears and her trembling hands holding the throne.

Looking at the queen. – Yes... – said but was interrupted by the entrance of some noble women and he turned to them.

The amazon princesses, walking imposingly towards the throne, the posture loaded with anguish and tear marks. As they enter, their eyes settle on Arthur's dominant presence, his aura causes instant fear in them. – Queen, pardon! But prince, we respect you very much... – the princesses in unison.

One of the princesses, trembling. Her fear and anguish at losing her loved ones to the war clotting in her blood. –Prince! We are dying because of you, the blood of thousands of amazons is on your hands! – her trembling hand reached out towards him.

Looking at the woman, she ran her hand over her face. "Brave..." Hera considered as she admired the audacity she had to confront Arthur.

Arthur looking at the princess with his usual cold and lifeless face. – I understand, and that's why I'm going...

…

The next morning, in the exit of the amazon palace, Arthur and Butler began their journey.

With a long dress with the color of blood, a dress that showed her well-developed body, the white and straight hair descending from the most beautiful pure white face in the world to her back, covering the scars that the adversities of life created. She was the most beautiful woman in the Greek pantheon, the most attractive and beautiful body in the world running nervously towards a mere half-breed, a mixture of human and amazon, a boy who carried a posture devoid of emotion, a stature that carried the grandeur of a man of the Treadway house and the elegance and delicacy of the amazons. – Arthur, please, wait! – she said.

Covered with a black and blue kimono that lives up to his black but innocent nature as water, and a backpack on his back, and his hands as always, in his pockets, he looked at Hera, and the breath taking beauty of her face and body were not able to break the coldness of the one who would come to be called the Ice-Hearted Lover King.

Running towards him, running like life depended on it, running with a tight heart and eager to say things stuck in her throat. – A-Arthur, I-I can't... – her voice trembling as words refused to come out.

Crying, she passed her hand on his right arm, and when she reached his hand, she held his right hand with both her hands. She looked at his hand, without the courage to face the boy's cold face. – A-Arthur, p-please... Don't go... – whispering, the voice lost its strength as nervousness and fear took over.

Standing in front of her, he looked at Zeus' daughter. – Hera... – sensing her tears wetting his hand, tears that caused a new sensation in his heart, a discomfort, a desire to wipe her tears and hug her, a desire to stay...

"Pretending I'm not here, I didn't see anything and didn't hear anything..." decided Butler in his heart as he avoids looking at the two birds.

Sobs accompanied her tears, and the strength to look at those shining golden eyes wasn't there. – Don't go! I-I can fe-feel that you won't come back, stay with me! And next year we can get married, we can have... – he takes his hand off of her hands. And his reaction was a knife in her heart, another of many rejections, and with her heart destroyed by his coldness, she couldn't even lift her face.

Arthur, the master of controlling facial expressions and emotions, felt the weight of repressed emotions, and yet he continued to repress. – Hera, I need to go...

Taking deep breaths, trying to control her tears and emotions, she finally finds courage and then lifts her face, showing Arthur her red face full of tears, but in return she could only see indifference. – Yo-You promised, you said that at the right time, you said... – Trembling, trying to touch him but gives up.

For the first time, the young master left the door of his heart ajar and showed that his cold heart was in fact a wall he created. He ran his hand over her face and settled in her chin, puts his gaze on her eyes. – Hera, I want to keep that promise! But it's not the right time, we're in the middle of a war and I need to get stronger, I won't be able to protect you right now...

– Be patient... – wiping away her tears, whispered Arthur, as his hand traveled to her cheek and his gaze descended to her pink fleshy lips.