His Accidental Luna

LUTHER’S FAVOR

CHAPTER 53: LUTHER’S FAVOR

King Luther have think about a lot of it, before he came affront towards the home which has been occupied by the mood goddess herself. Taking hesitant steps the moment he seek for the dimension leading to where she is, because he knew that it was her who have the power, and who was capable enough to aid them, him, and his wife, but amongst all the curse prince that was still not yet freed from the dungeon of the Place.

“Are you really sure about what you are doing, your majesty?” Silla asked, she is one of the witches from Salem, who was blessed by the Gods to opened doors to where they lies. This made her as a key that was seek many, but only a few hope were the one who was granted, thus far, not all have the heart to continue, nor had she seem them worth for the fervors—favors that their heart in camouflage was trying to use as a façade, when un depth, it was much more different at all.

“If this is the only way to whereas I could ease her sufferings—“ He said, pertaining to Nerissa who was unconscious, when he left. He was deciding on his own, the fate to which Tarik has been plunged onto, affiliated through the darkness to which he could not drag himself away from.

“You know…I’ve seen a lot of, many of your people, and others who seek to find the Goddess…” She trailed of. “A few failed, and a few succeed, but that doesn’t mean it will all just end there.”

“And what could that mean of?” Luther did not glanced at her, but even so, although he was asking—Silla have a feeling that he has a knowledge of what would it mean of. 

“You know what I mean, your majesty.” Silla whispered softly.

A small smile spread across her lips. Smiling through the storms that was yet to come. A vivid image to whereas her dreams had unfolded the other day. The night deprived of sleep, and the fact the fact that she have seen the prince to be doing—the cause of the ruckus, which cost lives, and the solely person whose fur was bathing through the bloods that patched up his hunger. The thirst to whereas she could envisioned, and to which Silla could tell. 

“That reminds me of a dream.” She continue after a moment, when Luther did not speak of about anything nor the bothers that he as being bottled with. 

“What as the content of that dream, if I may ask?” Luther speak off afterwards, brushing what she said earlier beforehand. His intriguing nature that made Silla chuckled softly.

“It was a strange dream to which I have left to see a war, your majesty—“

“More like a slaughter.” Luther pointed out.

The way he said, Silla couldn’t tell what he feel. His expression was unreadable to which she couldn’t completely decipher what she felt.

“It was a slaughter, yes.” Her word of affirmation to what exactly she saw did not lessen the sullen ambiance that they are being enveloped with.

Her home at that moment, to the temple whereas she was currently staying, remaining through the days do not offer warm. As if it could feel the coldness on the air that was continuously sweeping them on their feet. It was strange. Oddly for the fact that Silla isn’t used to this kind of feeling.

She let out a sigh, but how could she speak off towards the King, leaving concealed that the one who has been causing it was no other than his son himself? The curse prince they shield from the public. It was harder for Silla, but she knew what way or another, he would see it. The people would know, many of the wolves, and the three kingdoms would experience another storm that they had not yet seen before. It was much worse than the dark ages led by Zephyr, although she is the reason for the upcoming war to begin with again.

“But I have seen more than the slaughter, your majesty.” Silla spoke of with bravery. “I’ve seen him.” But she haven’t had the courage to speak the name in fear that it would lead her in trouble, although King Luther isn’t a ruler same with what she have on her mind.

She was afraid to which the King noticed. But how can he not realized of it? Her sank down shoulders, and the way she pursed her lips indicate that she fears something off to which Luther couldn’t tell. It was vague, too vague to tell what it could might have been, but sure enough—It was something that made Silla hesitated. Doubtful eyes as she frown. And it was making him intrigued.

“What it is?” 

To hear him speak of those words, Silla flinched back to the reality. She seems to have gotten ahold of herself as the reverie seems to break away. 

“Pardon, your majesty?” She asked, reckoning that she has been too lost on her own thoughts.

Luther faced her.

“I am asking you, Silla.” He began. “What bothers you…but more importantly, who have you seen there, Silla?”

“Your majesty…” The latter gulps, and there are beads of sweats that was forming on her forehead already.

“Why are you so afraid?” He asked continuously.

Silla couldn’t help it. She looks away as he tried to read her soul. She couldn’t bear to let the King see what she may have been thinking of.

“I am asking you.” But King Luther was in pursuit.

He won’t let her get away with it. 

“I am not sure, whether it was right to voice it out right now, your majesty.” Silla uttered in a low voice, but fair enough for Luther to heard her.

“And why?” Luther frowns. “It wasn’t as of I’ll punish you, Silla.”

“Would you still have the same mindset upon I tell you, whom I had seen in my dreams, King Luther?”

That made him stilled. She could tell what was running on his head.

“And yes, I’ve seen your son.” Nevertheless, she have taken this opportunity to express her thoughts, and the truth that she have no explanation either way. “I’ve seen Prince Tarik, the darkest part of him to which your people haven’t had any idea about.”

To say that Luther was stunned is beyond that word.

He opened his mouth to speak only to get stopped the moment that a magic circle, a dimension had just opened itself for him. 

Silla smile, in spite of the deep ceased accumulated on his forehead.

“Goodbye, your majesty.” She said.

But Luther did not move. He still have a lot of in his head, his mind running about what she said, and soon enough beckoning that no matter how much he ask, it would be fruitless. Tarik would end with the same fate to which they wouldn’t be able to tell.

His face softens as if to reassured Silla that no matter what she say—she is not going to get punish.

“Goodbye, Silla.” Right before Luther turned his back, and leave.

He did not look back, and Silla was left there to watch his silhouette disappeared. He stepped inside of the dimension as her eyes were all trained across to him.

Her sullen look suggested that she have not told him everything.

“But I didn’t tell you what end awaits for him there.” She whispered as the portal adherently closed slowly. “Tarik…he died…Your majesty, you son died on the hands of his mate.” She added as tears ascended on her eyes.

Her mourning lips that let out a cry, because she knew that the misfortune she saw is coming.

On the other hand as he was reminded of, Luther free himself as he come face to face with Luna.

She looks ethereal as she stood adjacent to him. Her soft eyes, and the delicate lips she has, which spoke of to his soul as it seems. He does not feel bothered. All the feeling he have restored deems to have been forgotten.

“King Luther, it was a pleasure to see you in my home.” She said with a voice that seems to ease everything round her.

Behind her, Luther could see another frame. It was a young female, a maiden to which she could say was the one could be the next Goddess in line, if she succeeded—only if, because Luther knew that she wasn’t the only line who was hoping to set assail and descend to be the next Luna of the wolves.

“No.” He shook his head off, and lowered his head. On one knee, he knelt. “It was my pleasure, and gratitude for you to allow me to even enter your realm, Goddess.”

Luna was moved by his respect, but she chuckled.

“You have gotten it wrong, King Luther.” She smiled, when he lifted his head—confused. “I am the one who had let you enter, it was your heart to whom Silla guided to enter my realm. You are the one who opened the gates and not me, if I must say.” She added.

That seems to have stunned Luther.

“Silla didn’t tell you, did she?” She laughs softly.

Her laughter that was ringing across his ears as it bounce back and forth across to the walls. But surely enough, Silla didn’t told him anything, but her dreams. Perhaps, she was trying to attest him. Depicting the nature to which Luther carries, and evoking to what his heart greatly desired at all. 

“She didn’t mentioned anything about it, Goddess.”: And the expression that was far itched on his face told Luna that what he is speaking of was the truth.

“Then that means you have a good intention to be here, King Luther.” Luna gestured, and invited for him to sit to which he had complied with. “You heart to which has been filled with good deeds.”

“But how could that be possible?” But Luther was in contrast of the deeds that he was trying to say. “I’ve done many wring decisions, and I was here now to repent, and ask for a favor, because my Queen has bene hurt badly for the actions, and mistakes that I have committed, Luna.”

Yes, Luther knew how hurt badly Nerissa was. Her tears before he left, and before he found her suggested how much he was wounding her heart. But what choices Luther do have? If he won’t do it, then it was their people, the whole Kingdom they built for ages would suffer. They were bear the burdens of the ruler who couldn’t be selfless, and that was something to which Luther would done. He couldn’t bear to see them crying, and begging for mercy once his decision to stop the tradition offended the other neighboring Alpha’s who came in treaty, because of the customs they had in hope for the daughters they scent become once a Queen they are soughing after.

Luna keep her eyes on him. He was studying him to which Luther was oblivious about that being a Goddess gave Luna the ability to read minds.

“But have you forgotten that I am always watching as well, King Luther?” She said.

This bring his attention back to the Goddess who was present there.

“—and I know that they are not selfish deeds. I know how torn you are and how much it breaks you.” She added, and continue. “So don’t be afraid of the past, and what you had been committed. I am not here to judge you, didn’t you told me that you are here to ask for a favor?”

“Yes.” Absentmindedly, Luther nodded his head in affirmation.

The Goddess chuckled

“Then, tell me—“ Luna leaned her back to her seat. “I wanted to know what you desired the most, and what may have been the content of your heart, My King.”

With that said, Luther’s face suddenly hardened.

The serious expression of a King he is came back ahead. He was clenching his jaw as he opened his mouth, and said—

“I am here to know how exactly could I help Tarik.” He said.

The son to which would soon brew the storm that would destroy the whole Kingdom as he does that. 

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