The Rings Deception Claiming The Ring

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Chapter 5: Finally Some Progress

As Terry caressed his knife, he looked at the goons with a sinister smile. He stood up slowly. "Do you think I love being disappointed?" The goons shook their heads. Terry turned to the one who disobeyed him and was tied. His sword pierced right through his belly, and blood gushed out. The victim died instantly. The others hugged each other while screaming like ladies in dilemma.

"Don't be scared; the both of you were obedient, so I will spare you," Terry said. He walked away from the den and headed to the palace. He was still fuming and needed something to calm him down. The air conditioning in the car was not doing a very good job. His eyes rested on the figure of a beauty who was busy admiring flowers.

The market of Eryndor was filled with so many beautiful women; one would think it's a fashion show. The lady looked up and noticed Terry's smile; she smiled back and went close to his car. Her purple eyes drew him in. "A beautiful woman like you is not meant to work hard; you are meant to be taken care of by men like me." Prince Terry took her to the palace; surely if k********g couldn't irritate his brother, flirting with a servant could make his brother jealous.

"Really, are you taking me to the palace?" Terry nodded, feeling extremely proud. The young lady glowed with excitement. Within the palace, Anderson sat, his face looking mournful; he had been in Eryndor for a week and had found nothing. Jeff was merely passing by when he noticed his master's sour face. "What's wrong?" Anderson looked at him. "I would like to be left alone," he ordered.

"I can't do that. Not until you tell me what's wrong," Jeff argued. "Stop acting like my friend; I am not your friend. I am your future king; I order you to leave." Jeff bowed and walked away. He was deeply hurt. Jeff went towards his uncle's room. "Yes, boy," Anderson's uncle responded. "The prince needs you," his uncle said and headed for the prince's room.

For many years, Jeff's secret haunted him; he lived among the royals who hated the gifted, and yet he was never caught. But he was exhausted. Not everyone who had the gift was evil; he was definitely not. But he would rather become evil than hide his gift forever.

"Uncle?" Prince Anderson stood and bowed. His uncle smiled within himself; what greater honor can one ask for, except a child who hates his father and respects him as his father. "Your servant said you needed me." Prince Anderson felt his heart melt towards Jeff. He dismissed him rudely, yet he still cared.

"How do I find the ring, Uncle? I feel like I'm running out of time. I want to be powerful and immortal." Jeff covered his mouth, trying not to gasp; he was eavesdropping. "I told you to look into the box; have you?" Prince Anderson took the box and looked in. His uncle's heart skipped a beat; he had hunted for the ring but could not get to it; his only hope was Anderson.

"It's written in another language," Prince Anderson said. His uncle punched the air. "Don't worry; I will ask the wise men to interpret it." Jeff felt this was the perfect time to make a difference, to win Anderson's trust and empathy. He was tired of being treated like a lapdog. "I can interpret it." Prince Anderson's anger was shown vividly on his face. "Where were you eavesdropping? Do you think a servant, a slave, can help a royal?" Prince Anderson called the palace guards.

"No, you can't do this," Terry walked in and saw Jeff being held and dragged downstairs; removing his hand from the beauty's waist, he stopped them. "Enough!" The soldiers stopped. "What are you doing? He's my servant, and I have the right to punish him." Terry saw the opportunity and took it.

"Oh, you did punish him enough when you threw him down a flight of stairs; he almost died. Jeff grew up with you; he's been your servant since you were 13, and now I'm the bad guy." The soldiers let Jeff go; Jeff threw an angry stare at Anderson and walked into his room; he banged his room door shut.

"Never knew the palace was so dramatic," the beauty commented, tracing her hands down Terry's chest. "You are about to feel real drama," Terry swooped her in his arms and took her to his room.

_Princess Aria_

"How could you give up the alliance so easily? Do you have any idea how hard it is to be close to the palace even with your magic?" Aria could hear her father's voice in her head. She was puckered out. Even with her powers, she could not interpret the writing on the box. Anderson's mother was very wise.

"We are sneaking into the palace at midnight," the princess informed her spy. "I'm sorry, Your Highness, but after that marathon with Prince Terry, I don't think I can walk or fly anywhere with you," the spy complained. "Alright then; you will have to pretend to be me and listen to my father's ranting all night." The spy jumped and held Princess Aria's foot, pleading. "Alright, try to get some sleep then."

Princess Aria's kingdom was only an hour away from Eryndor; it was hidden under a spell; on the map, it did not exist. Aria knew there was something about Anderson that made him feel more like a brother, an enemy, than a husband. Suddenly, the lights went out, and the war bell rang continuously. Was this her father's drill, or were they really under attack? She pondered.