His Accidental Luna

THE FORGIVENESS SHE SEEKS

CHAPTER 52: THE FORGIVENESS SHE SEEKS 

When Nerissa woke up, she felt tired, her eyes are swollen red, and she could feel the remnants of tears she shed. To how long had she been unconscious? She haven’t had no idea even on the slightest of. But that doesn’t mean sleep had deprived her from the anguish that she was mourning for. Her orbs sullen, Lilac was the first who have noticed it, when she found her already awake.

“Your majesty!” She bowed her head, curtsying as she quickly joined Nerissa’s side. On her hand, she was holding a bowl to which the Queen could smell as some herbs mixed with hot water to dissolve it.

She knew ho had given it. It might have come from the royal doctors in the Palace to which the King have gone with. One of the reason why she couldn’t see his shadows, nor his presence loitering around inside the room. Her stomach dropped. She was actually expecting to see her husband—in hope to discuss the same thing again about Tarik. The scene she found came back inside her head, and it was making her chest heavy—much heavier than what she thought it should be. 

“How are you feeling, my queen?” Quickly, when Lilac earned no response, she continue checking whether Nerissa was in pain or not. She was seized with panic the moment that the Queen’s eyes brimmed with tears again. “Your majesty..?” She trailed off, not knowing what she must do, lost and contemplating how could she console her, now that the King isn’t currently present as of the moment.

It’s just that after he bring Nerissa inside the room, Luther had had told her particularly to look after the Queen, while he’s gone to attend some matter. To what it might have been? Lilac haven’t had any idea at all, but he looks serious, hardened face as he never looked back after he left. She was wondering, but it wasn’t her right to pry across whatever it might have been, unless she has been told to either way.

On the other hand, Nerissa was clutching the blankets using her hand, her palms fisted across as a few tears fell on the cloth, but then she realized that it wasn’t exactly the same time to show and be conform by her weakness. She must be strong. Now that Tarik needs her, and the whole kingdom. She isn’t just going to be a mother, but Nerissa must not forget that she is also a Queen. She must have a brave heart no matter how much the situation are giving her difficulties.

She could hear, and feel Lilac’s worries, and utter concern.

Nerissa heaved a deep sigh, before she wipe off her already tear-stricken cheeks. She dried her eyes, and throw a glance to Lilac, whose forehead was in a deep cease.

“I am alright.” She force herself to smile in front of her, but it seems like she was not actually buying it at all. Her face never changes. The expression was still far itched on her face, and so Nerissa continue. “I am sorry for getting you worried.”

“No.” Vigorously, Lilac quickly shook off her head. “You shouldn’t apologize for something that let you express how hurt you are. We could understand and share your pain, but we also know how utterly intense the feeling that you have, your majesty.” Lilac added with her usual soft eyes that seems to stared back at Nerissa’s soul.

With the words she uttered, and shared, Nerissa could feel the warmth and the comfort it bring to her. It was a great feeling. Something to which Nerissa seek.

Unconsciously, she bring her hand and reached out Lilac’s own. Nerissa gave it a light squeeze.

“Thank you.” She said genuinely across to whereas her smile has been returned by Lilac with her own.

“Always, your majesty.” She said softly.

Right before her eyes lifted across to asked some whereabouts regarding the King.

“That reminds me, where is Luther/” Nerissa uttered through in between.

“I didn’t know, your majesty.” Lilac only shook her head, and look straight on her eyes as if telling the Queen that she is speaking of the truth. “He just left, and I didn’t have any idea to where he might be heading to.”

“Didn’t he say that he’ll host the custom?” Nerissa raised up her question again.

The tradition came back inside her head, knowing exactly that before those things happen, before she found her second borne prince on that situation, they are currently beheld to opened up what may have happened, the rules, and the forest that may have attest their qualifications. It was getting the better out of those five maidens. Looking exactly as the forest read through their intention about who was befitting for the throne. And that doesn’t mean it would be easy for them at all.

“I don’t think so he did.” Lilac gnawed her lips. “I just heard that the King cancelled for today, and dismissed early the maidens, your majesty.”

“Is that so?” That made her confounded, frowning, when Tarik’s face flashed in front of her eyes.

She quickly bring back her attention to Lilac.

“How was Tarik?” She could feel a lump on her throat as she asked

But from the look to which have suddenly came affront on Lilac’s face, Nerissa was already expecting a rather not good news regarding her second borne.

“Uhmm…” She could see the hesitation on her eyes.

“It is okay.” Nerissa reassured Lilac that it was alright, that all was fine, because she have a right to know exactly what has been going on.

Lilac let out a sigh, and faced the Queen.

“He still hasn’t back, your majesty.”

“What do you mean?” 

“It wasn’t yet your son…” Lilac whispered, but fair enough to reach her ears. 

“I don’t understand. What do you mean by that—that he wasn’t yet , my son?” Her frown deepens. “It was my son, Tarik, and he is your prince.”

But what she said next left Nerissa stunned. 

“But he was speaking of a different name, your majesty.” Lilac uttered.

“What name could it be?” She asked.

Their eyes meet. 

“Havoc.” The name rolled perfectly across her tongue. “He had introduced himself to be named Havoc, your majesty.”

To which was infactly right.

Back on the cell, Havoc couldn’t understand, nor could he comprehend the feeling that was keep at bay. The longings to which he couldn’t tell whether it was coming from him or was it the feeling left by Tarik as he remain buried in depth. Unconscious and chained as they share the same body with each other. It was confusing. Havoc do not like it, but he wouldn’t deny that he quite fancy the woman who had given the name that has now mark as his own identity.

“Havoc.” He lost count of how much had he whispered it to herself.

It was crazy. How insane that he was liking a name, fancying something that he do not usually does as he and him, Tarik and Havoc wouldn’t just sit straight with each other. There would be growls, and disagreement, but as of the moment, he didn’t need to lash out another temper. It just disappeared. The anger to which he has been conformed, put toward the ruler of the Devonshire Kingdom hasn’t been fueled upon seeing that unnamed woman.

Yes, Havoc was now calling Devon unnamed, one reason in particular was because he had forgotten. And now he was left there hoping for her to comeback just like what he had promised him for. In haste as she run across towards the stairs leading to nowhere that he haven’t had a ny idea with.

If only he could manage to free himself, but he can’t.

“Damn it.” Havoc cursed underneath his breathe the moment he felt another blisters that was forming on his wrist. It doesn’t bother him, but the situation to where he has been currently in was surely irritating.

He was annoyed, and no matter how much he tries, he won’t be able to get himself freed, because Tarik wouldn’t let him be. He might be unconscious at the deepest part of the body they shared, but that doesn’t mean he has no longer control. Besides, what is he worried about him getting freed? As if he’ll gone berserk, and kill everybody—to which has been his planned, but his fervors has been cut off, because the moment he woke up, Havoc found himself inside on the same dungeon and what more? He has been chained up.

“You bastard.” He gritted his teeth, because of how annoyed he was.

The ground shook as his eyes darkened, but then, why does Havoc felt an utter hate towards the Kingdom and its ruler? He didn’t know. For no apparent reason, Havoc haven’t had any idea. It was just that a mere flicker of the Queen, either the King’s visage, Havoc would feel the angst fury fueled by something unknown. Falling into some assumptions, and conclusion to which he have no clue.

Perhaps, they had treated Tarik before to which he may have forgotten, but his body couldn’t? He thought, but they were just ironic. From the Queen’s action, Havoc could tell how much she yearn for him. How much she cares deeply for Tarik, and all. It was something that wouldn’t be done by somebody who do not care at all for him.

Havoc sighs.

Unbeknownst to him that from the shadows that was surrounding him, he was being watch. 

Somebody has been keeping their eye on him, and it was Luna.

Luna’s soft eyes look worried. Her concern brimming as she watched his reflection. She knew what had just taken place. She isn’t oblivious about what was happening into the Kingdom of Devonshire. It is the usual, but what left her in fear with her head clouded with thoughts was the fact that Tarik has been there inside of him as his beast take over for quite some time. He was lost, and Luna couldn’t tell whether he was really there inside of Havoc—placed into an unfathomable thoughts that he had not been least expecting to.

“It’s happening.” Luna whispered through the terrors that was laced on her tone.

With Havoc’s resurgence from the darkness, and his encounter with Devon. Luna could tell that it was the beginning of the prophecy that would place their realm in utter danger. One in particular was the fact even that red blood moon was quite nearing already. As it painted the sky with crimson, the ground would also get swallowed, it would bath upon the corpse s of those people who was seeking help, but they had been given none.

Luna gnawed her lips, when one of the maidens showed up to where she was.

“Luna.” It was Rika. Similar to her expression, the latter was frowning, she looks hesitant as she opened her lips.  

“What is it?” Luna did not glance over her shoulder, and let her speak.

“Somebody wanted to see you.” Rika continued.

That made Luna stopped on her tracks. She gestured her hand towards the mirror, and the scene disappeared, at one look, it was as if it suddenly turned into a normal vanity mirror that was used by mortal men.

Luna faced Rika.

“Who could it be?” She asked, as she trotted to where was the maiden was.  

She might have been asking, but Luna could guess who it was already. She have a feeling on her guts to which she hasn’t been mistaken at all.

“It was the King.” Rika confirmed her suspicion. “It was King Luther of the Devonshire Kingdom.”

It didn’t shock her, nor had it left her stunned. However, true to her words, Luther was there. He was sitting to where she would mostly receive her guest, and his face—it was it was entirely covered with worries, the troubles to which he was carrying as a burden on his shoulder.

“Luna.” He quickly stood up upon seeing her.

“My king.” Same with him, Luna returned his gestures with respect.

But as their eyes meet, she could tell what business may have lead him on her abode.

It was his son, Tarik, and it was about his curse.

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