The Hybrid Fateful Sorrow

Queen’s Blade

[ Lord Kristoff’s Manor. ]

Inside the darkroom where only lights are from the moonlight that came from the broken window is where Cromwell resides. Frantically looking to every part of the room, while The Raven Reave watches Rollo leaving the room.

'I’m looking for what? It doesn’t matter I can’t move anyway, I will die right here and now!' He thought.

“Now that we are alone. It sure doesn’t feel like you Lord Kristoff have changed his way. Well, he will soon perish anyway, ” The Raven Reave said as he touched the face of Cromwell.

“You don’t know anything about him, ” Cromwell said.

“I know everything. Do you know why he is still alive and still sniffing the air?” Reave asked.

“He was saved by a God!” Cromwell said.

“That God was my master, he allowed your Lord to live. He gave him a second chance, yet this what’s become of him, ” Cromwell said.

“He was chosen to live! As he will take Grisaia back!” Cromwell yelled.

The Raven started to emit black smoke.

He stands in front of Cromwell with his black iris glowing much clearer as it coats his eye completely.

“What are you doing?” Cromwell asked as the panic came right back.

“I, Reave, Son of Ara, the shapeshifter will now take your Life essence, ” Reave said as he stood tall with all his black power emitting.

“Please! No! Forgive me! I will change! I’ll follow you!” Cromwell said, pleading for his life.

Reave’s hand moves closer to Cromwell's face as he caresses his forehead to nose.

Stopping his fingers on Cromwell's eyes with a black smoke emitting slowly.

With a quick succession, he sends a dark magical smoke to Cromwell’s eye quickly invading beneath and inside it. Passing through his veins and to all his body.

Engulfing his eyes with black raven feathers, it morphs into the rest of his body. Pushing out his eyeballs, joints. Breaking each bone as it gushes black tainted blood. This followed by black raven feathers spreading from his core slowly coating Cromwell’s heart with a dark tuft.

What arises was a blind feathered eye and limbs, paralytic boneless man-raven.

“A fitting end for you. You’ll feel the utmost pain, ” The Raven Reave said as he slowly shifts back into a raven.

Leaving only a black smog of smoke that slowly disperse into thin air.

“You’ll be dead by the next sunset, until then enjoy suffering, ” The Raven said as he left the room from the broken window.

The state of Cromwell is slowly dying from pain. A fitting end indeed a payment from all those countless souls that suffered from his hands. Alone in the darkest room and suffering until death.

——

[ Queen’s Chamber, at night. ]

Inside Queen Catherine Whitemaiden chamber as she removes her jewelry one by one. On her long and elegant lavender nightgown.

“Your majesty, The Queensblade is in here requesting your appearance, ” The Royal Guards said.

“Let him in!” Queen Catherine said.

A 28 years old man with white-ashed hair entered. On his leather armor with the steel Queensblade insignia. A young man with a hazel eye, an eye of a warrior.

With his charming and young sweet look, he let out a voice of a very manly broad sound.

“I have returned My Queen, ” Ibarra said.

Looking with her light blue eyes with anticipation, as she quickly moves to embrace the young warrior only stopping herself in front of him, with her lifted arms that slowly fall. 

“Ibarra Mide… You have finally returned, when I needed you the most, ” she said as she thought back about her daughter.

“I have found out what happened, we don’t know if it’s Deyter or Cromwell, but they will be dealt with, ” Ibarra said as he looked directly into her eyes.

“I see, I have Lord Kristoff in the dungeon, I have found out the families of Black-cross, Greatdane, and the Ilicid are working against me, ” Catherine said with her worrying eyes.

Ibarra walks towards the table placing his sword marked by The King of Grearia.

“How come you still have it? The Sword of Ara, I thought you didn’t like it, ” She asked.

“I realize it came from you and that I should keep it with me, ” he replied.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t know anything back then, ” she said.

“My Queen, Understand that it gives me great comfort knowing you are with me in all my battles, ” He said as he softly smiled.

“What can I do for you, My Queen?” he added.

“I want you to stay with me, ” The Queen said with her pleading eyes.

“Is that all you want?” Ibarra asked, receiving her gaze back.

“Yes, what about you? What do you want?” The Queen asked.

“You, I want all of you, ” He said.

“Do you want me to stay with you forever?” he added.

“I do, ” she answered.

“Make me your king, a Grearian King, ” Ibarra let out.

“A King, ” she said with a surprised look.

“The families will continue to work against you. You will need a man. A man that you can fully trust. Someone that will only work toward your wishes. That will become the face of Grisaia holding the same power as you, wielding the two kingdoms' greatness, ” Ibarra said.

“Ibarra, ” what she can only utter upon hearing her lover's request.

Ibarra removes his queensblade steel insignia that pinned in his leather armor. 

He unclips his leather armor and removes his tunic clothing, revealing a shaved body of a warred young man. A trained warrior with a ripped shape along with his scarred chest from battles that each tell a story.

Making the Queen of the two kingdoms seductively bites her lips, without her noticing.

As he turned around revealing a very old burn scar on his back.

“I’m sorry about my scar, ” Ibarra said.

“You were a survivor of Ara, that scar only reminds me you wield a great strength in you, that’s why I find it attractive, ” Queen Catherine said.

Ibarra with his back turned he slowly removes his belt with every clicking sound gives anticipation to The Queen.

Freeing his tight pants as it showed his seductive buttocks, and ripped thighs.

Slowly turning his body to the already excited Queen.

Completely naked, Ibarra slowly walks to The Queen letting her anticipate every view. Upon arm's reach, he caresses Catherine’s face.

“Your beauty deserves to be loved, ” Ibarra said.

“You wanted me to remarry, and have you?” Catherine quietly asked.

Ibarra remained silent as his hands wandered on Catherine’s shoulders, removing her golden clips that hold her long and elegant lavender nightgown.

As he undresses The Queen uncovering her maidenlike skin. 

A long untouched body of Catherine desperately needs some affection with her blossom out in the open, Ibarra helps himself as he gropes her soft chest, sending a low moan from The Queen.

Lifting her graceful chin as he slowly feels Catherine’s moist ruby lips with his own.

Giving her a passionate kiss as he slowly goes deeper reaching her tongue as they taste one another. Along with their thighs and arms that touch together sending an electrifying sensation of intimacy.

Catherine moves to kiss Ibarra’s scar embracing his body with her own before both retreats into The Queen’s bed.

With the candlelight and shadows witnessing the two that continue their love and affection to one another. The heat that moist their room exhibiting their lust.

“Have me, ” Ibarra said.

——

[ A week has passed near Masse village. ]

In the tower of Vaxia an abandoned tower near Masse village where the known hire blade resides.

A group of thugs, raiders, and lowlife barbarians that call themselves mercenaries.

While the two leaders of the Vaxia’s mercenaries stand at the top of the tower. Jerald Tigersong and Roger Tigersong watch the Masse village from the tower as they talk about the recent rumors.

“Roger, I heard the presence of the Destined cults near the Masse village is gone?” Jerald said as he eats a slice of dried meat.

“Really? Someone raided those crazy bastards?” Roger said.

“Apparently, could be much crazier than them, as what I heard the man who did it didn’t just kill them, he butchered them like a beast out for blood, ” Jerald said.

“Now if that’s true, that works for us, but if not, I’m still in the right mind not to face those necromancers, ” Roger said.

As he looks at the Masse village remembering his fateful day.

“How about the huntsman?” Roger said.

“That thin huntsman? What about him?” Jerald said.

“What about him? You're asking me that? Do you know why my right eye is blind right now?” Roger annoyingly responded.

“I know you encountered him, and he blinded you, but that's just about what you told us, you seem to get nervous every time you talk about him,” Jerald said.

“Well that thin man didn’t just blind me, it made me feel scared for my life and I’m being honest with you here speaking about him already giving me the chills. I still remember what he last told me, ” Roger said.

“What did he say?” Jerald asked.

“He said that I shouldn’t touch his family, or he will eat me alive starting from my limbs. That man has the eye of a killer, he doesn’t just hunt animals he literally hunts men, ” Roger replied.

“You are a f*cking woman, ” Jerald let out.

“Well, f*ck you, I just hope you won’t meet the man yourself or the last thing you’ll do is s**t to your dying breath,” Roger said.

“That doesn’t work for me brother, I tell you we should hunt the hunter,” Jerald said.

“You can try, well he could be long gone by now, never heard anything from him since we stopped working on Masse with all that Cults presence, ” Roger said.

“We could try to find out more, maybe send Jowan and his team to the village, push them a little, ” Jerald said as he continued to eat.

“Well that guy is an i***t, he is not much of a loss if anything, and stop eating while you are talking! ” Roger irritatingly said.

“Alright, alright.”