Dacre watched his whole city was burned to the ground, smoke was spiraling to the bleak afternoon sky, tainted its bright light from the sun.
People and beasts screamed in agony as the royal warriors were still fighting their attacker, but the resistance was no longer a problem. The enemy would reach the palace anytime soon.
The gates to the palace were blocked, but it didn’t matter too, they would tear it down. There was no gates that could stand against such force.
Yet, the king could only watch everything crumble down. The kingdom that he built. The throne that belonged to him. His birthright. His legacy.
Khaos indeed played his schemes really well. He had thought everything for years, ever since they were little.
He made sure the royal line of the king was completely cut off. With the death of Xaden, where he didn’t have a child and with Dacre couldn’t sire his own child, it was effectively eradicated the royal bloodline.
Well played...
He didn’t even know until it was too late.
He wouldn’t have known about it if Killian had never told him.
His betrayal cut deeply into his heart, but so did his love for him.
Even so, he let go the chance to let his son lived. He let go the chance to win this battle, because the price that he should pay was Nycta’s death.
Called him stupid, but he couldn’t bring himself to kill her.
Probably it was guilt, probably it was the remaining feeling from their mate bond, probably because he actually cared about her.
Or probably he knew, ten black magic users that Rose offered to him was not enough, those ten couldn’t beat Khaos’s twenty black magic users. They were outnumbered and it was already very late.
Dacre stayed in the same place, this was his old bedroom, as far as he could remember, before he occupied the king’s bedroom. It felt nostalgic to be here again.
Twenty five years ago, when they were still little and innocent, the three of them used to spend their time in this room. Xaden and Khaos would come to his room and they would play together.
He didn’t know how thing changed, they used to be very close. But when they realized it, they had grown apart and in the end, they tried to kill each other.
Dacre watched as the attackers entered the palace, they swarmed the place without any resistance from the royal warriors.
Everything was a blur, but he remembered that a warrior informed him that Leonard died in the battle and followed by a series of his warrior leaders, one by one died.
He also remembered his warrior pleaded with him to leave the palace because the place was going to fall and he needed to flee.
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