The Werewolf Prince

The Barbestellan Throne

It was as if Qasir's legs were following his heart . This chance encounter had bedazzled him . . . made him weak in his knees . Nadia had struck something within his heart , that nothing else in his life was able to do before . He could cross mountains , swim through oceans , walk through fire , fight vampires , anything , for her .

But all that can wait . Right now , priority uno was to retrieve the dagger from the girl who had stolen it from him , along with his heart . Since he was acquainted with cat - mouse chases all his life , he was even more athletic while climbing the wall to get over it . But as soon as he climbed over it , he was dumbstruck . What he saw beyond the tall wall was beyond his imagination . For the town of the common men was over . That wall demarcated the layman zone from the zone of royalty . What what lay in front of him , as far as his vision could perceive , was the royal Citadel . The majestic palace , that was the shrine for The Barbestellan Throne , where great , old , wise kings have been seated , and ruled over the kingdom of the Wandals , since ages .

It was the throne which was eyed by enemy nations all around . Sure , there were allies of the present dynasty , but that was too because they were scared of The Throne's military prowess . As he pressured his eyes to look at a specific place to look upon something shining from the palace as far away as him , he saw Him .

There he was , the Shah Quazir , The King of the Wandals , First of his name , His Royal Highness , The King of Hyderabad . His dynasty had ruled the kingdom of Hyderabad for three generations , including him . His grandfather was the Vanguard General for the Old Shah Nazir , who had magical powers , earning him the nickname which his people had lovingly given him for protecting his kingdom countless number of times against incoming hordes of enemies all around , " Nazir the Great " . When the Great Shah Nazir was in the senescent phase of his life , Quazir's grandfather , the mighty general of the Throne's army , Quaresm , took advantage of his old age and created havoc in the kingdom in the form of a coup d'etat , and invoked mutiny among the ranks against their own Old King , and eventually killed him , grabbing the throne for himself , which the military under him loved . And the people , who seemingly loved Nazir as their king , miraculously welcomed the start of this new dynasty , by the usurper , Shah Quaresm . How he managed to do this is still a mystery . All the throne officials , who were loyal to Nazir , were killed and new officials siding with Quaresm were given seats in the royal court . Some say in the dingy , dark alleys of the town that Quaresm had snatched magical powers from Shah Nazir , and used it against him , because even if Shah Nazir was old , his magical powers were so great in the land that his own family could not interfere with that , even if his family , the royal family , was filled with wizards . He would still be a formidable opponent , if not completely unbeatable , even in his old age . So without decreasing his own powers and using them as his own , there would have been practically no way The " Kingslayer " Quaresm would have defeated Shah Nazir .

Shah Quazir was wearing all black , which he always did . He even had made the inner walls of the palace black by using black Persian marble he had imported from foreign lands . His love for black was known far and wide in the land . People when they would give their offerings to the Shah , would cover the gifts with a black satin cloth to show their love for their King . He even walked in a mysterious way . . . it was as if he glided along the way below the long black gown he wore .

As soon as Qasir saw Shah Quazir , something panged within his chest . It was as if an undying flame was lit within him , and it was sending shockwaves outside .

He looked down , to see Nadia riding away on a magnificent Persian horse , and that was shining black too . Was Nadia related to the royal family ?

He wanted to shout at her , hoping that would stop her . But he knew for the better that if he would do that , it might alert the others and he could land up in big trouble .

He ran down the wall , as it could be done by anyone . But beware , Qasir was a master in thievery . He knew tricks in this business and that many would not . Not common people at the least . Trusting his instincts and memory , he followed the path that he saw Nadia galloped on , and he treaded that way .

Running at full speed , he followed her path , and after miles of just running through a path amidst the dark woods , he finally reached a checkpoint to the castle . Or at least that was what he thought it was .

It was like a dingy little tower . With no guard or garrison stationed there , Qasir entered the tower . . . although with caution , because it was dark , and it smelled a little funny too .

As he entered into it , what he could notice in the dark was that there were many small rooms . As he passed through them one by one , they led him to a spiral staircase . He climbed it , his eyes always pointing up , because of the imminent danger of someone being up there . And he was right in his premonition .

As he reached the first floor of the tower , he heard the sound of anklets . And by the sound of it , they were no ordinary ones , since it had a sharp tingling sound to it . As he tried to adjust his vision in the dark , a dark figure crossed the corridor in front of his eyes . It was swift , and seemed as if it was something paranormal .

But Qasir was not someone normal either . Instead of being afraid and being stuck in the knees , without any second thought , he chased the figure . His sheer morbid curiosity and unwavering bravery had a thin line between them , and such so between that and his problems . When he entered the room in which he thought the figure went . It was a big , obviously dark room . But it was somewhat different . That was because it had a small window on it's wall . And through that , a thin ray of sunlight was entering the room , as if it was a ray of hope amidst the darkness all around .

Qasir stepped forward , to peek through the window . And as soon as he reached the centre of the small - windowed room , something fell on him ! It was that dark figure which had run across the corridor in front of his eyes before . And lo ! It was the hooded figure from before . . . To Qasir's sweet surprise , Nadia had fallen on top of him . And that too in a dark room in a lonely tower in the middle of nowhere . What a pleasant way for a proper introduction , right ?

Their eyes finally met , again , this time inches apart from each other . With Nadia 's soft bossom smudging against Qasir ' s chest , he was totally loving this interaction ( typical teenage boy , I guess ) Nadia 's blue eyes and Qasir ' s brown eyes met for more seconds than two strangers who just met would normally meet , and no one moved . . . It was as if they were living , breathing soft puffs of sweet , loving air onto each other's faces , and the whole world had stopped . Just for them . To look at their sweet union . As the time for their sweet eyes meeting each other increased , somehow , the intensity of the sunlight piercing into the heart of the room increased , and I think , so did the intensity of love piercing into their hearts .

I do not know how , but there was something magical in this union , for they did not look at each other as if they were mere strangers looking at each other falling for each other at first sight , but it was it was a union of two souls who were united since the cosmic dust started seperating and created the planets and all that was around . It was as if they were the same piece of Stardust that was reunited finally after being seperated since the start of time .

A beautiful , silky , brown strand of hair of Nadia fell on Qasir's face . He softly tucked it behind her ears . A soft , pink blush appeared on Nadia 's Arabian tanned face . After realizing how intimate that was , she could not help but give a slight smile , to affirm his action . Qasir , having found confidence in that lip versed consent , with a quick , firm movement , flipped her towards the floor , getting on top of Nadia .

Heartbeats increased , skin grazed against each other , Qasir leaned towards Nadia , slowly , sensually . Nadia accepted this sweet fate of hers in harmony , and slowly closed her eyes . Qasir hovered his lips over her , and scanned the length of her lips with his sweet breath puffing over her . And just before the celestial collision of their lips , with a swift movement , tables turned , and probably hearts were broken .

Qasir was on top of Nadia , with a knife stuck against her throat . Nadia trembled , not with carnal pleasure , but with fear of instant death . As the eyes which were so familiar to her uptil now , suddenly had a vexed death stare in them .

Qasir exclaimed , with no hint of mercy in his eyes , " who are you , beautiful maiden , and why did you steal my dagger from me " and pushed his knife more towards her , slightly cutting her .