THE BEAST IN HIM
1658 Words
TEN MINUTES LATER
After she finished crying, they left for her suite together.
When she had finally calmed down, Arthur sat in front of her.
“Welcome to the palace,” she said grimly.
Arthur raised a brow.
“About your queen selection, I’ve already sent letters to the families of twenty virgin maidens. They’ll be here tomorrow, so you can choose one,” she said.
“Who’s Cobra? I read about him in the prospectus,” Arthur asked.
The Dowager smiled.
“You’ve spent all your life in that forest. That’s why you don’t know who Cobra is. He’s a dangerous gangster, a thief with close to two hundred gang members,” she replied.
“A thief?”
“Yes. A thief and a killer. He steals from and kills his victims. He’s a wizard and a sorcerer at the same time, so perhaps that’s why he’s so powerful. None of the former kings were able to stop him,” she replied.
Arthur blinked.
“It’s been a while since he last raided, but he’ll attack soon. Anytime it rains warm water, it means he’s robbing somewhere. He’s always carrying an umbrella and a fan, as you might have seen in the prospectus,” the Dowager explained further.
“A bastard,” Arthur muttered.
“And about Ramona, the sinner who killed my daughter...” The Dowager’s expression hardened. “The king must oversee her torture with me. You’re in charge now. I want to hear her cry every day until her last day.”
Arthur looked at her.
“Was she caught in the act?” he asked.
“She poisoned Elena with a dangerous poison that destroyed her intestines. Elena vomited her intestines before she died!” the Dowager yelled through her tears.
“That wench should experience such hell before she dies, even if it takes twenty more years!”
Arthur sighed.
TRAINING GROUND
“Heard we’re getting a new trainer. Who do you think it is?” Amy asked when she arrived with Felix.
“Maybe His Majesty’s personal guard. That tall guy,” Felix replied.
“I’d be so happy,” Amy said.
“Don’t tell me you already have a crush on him,” Felix teased.
“Come off it,” Amy replied.
They laughed.
“What did you go to the prisoners’ cell to do yesterday?” Felix asked.
Amy bit her lip.
“To stroll.”
“Stroll in a cell? You don’t know how to tell lies,” he replied.
Amy pouted.
“Stop following me!”
They heard Jonathan’s voice and turned in that direction.
Mikaela was running after him as he walked.
“Let’s duel,” Mikaela said.
“I’m not interested. Just leave me alone,” he replied.
“Are you scared of me?” Mikaela asked with a smile, crossing her arms.
“Scared? You’re still my junior,” Jonathan replied.
Mikaela immediately slapped him.
“I’m not a junior!” she glared.
Jonathan kicked her in the face, and she grabbed his leg.
She was about to break his bone when Amy intervened.
“Your Highness, please,” she said, carefully taking the leg from Mikaela.
Mikaela hissed and walked away.
“Young Master, are you okay?” Amy asked Jonathan.
“Yeah,” he replied before limping away.
“I’ve never seen a princess this aggressive,” Felix said, shaking his head.
“Me neither,” Amy replied, looking at Mikaela, who had gone to sit alone.
“Guys!”
Amazon appeared, and Amy smiled.
“Dungeon lioness.”
“Stop calling me that,” sss replied.
“How’s the new king treating Ramona?” Felix asked.
“Iris! Dustin!” Amy suddenly screamed before sss could answer.
A ridiculously handsome guy and a mischievous-looking woman had just entered the place.
“IT’S IRIS!”
“She got taller!”
“Dustin’s flirty smile as usual!”
“Never knew they were still coming back!”
The guards around them started chattering as the two walked in.
They were the most powerful guards in the palace, but Logan had sent them away immediately after he was enthroned, perhaps because he was jealous of their abilities.
“Aww, Iris!” Amy exclaimed as she hugged the tall girl.
“I missed you!” Iris gushed.
“Thought you’d never return,” Felix said with a smile as he hugged Dustin.
“Logan is gone, so we’re back,” Dustin replied, breaking the hug.
He tried hugging sss, but her glare immediately sent him back.
“Sorry, dungeon lioness,” he giggled, touching her hair.
“My sss!” Amy exclaimed as she tried hugging her too.
But sss stepped back.
“I still hate hugs,” she said.
“You’d never change. So, who’s still with you? Is it Bolt?” Iris winked.
She hadn’t even finished replying when Mandela appeared on the training ground, shirtless.
The dragon tattoo across his chest made his six-pack stand out even more, while a few strands of hair fell across his face.
He was strikingly attractive.
“Oh my...” Iris blinked.
“Finally, someone hotter than me,” Dustin said.
“I agree,” Felix replied.
Even the other guys were staring.
“Gather around, everyone!” Mandela commanded.
They immediately lined up in front of him.
“I’m the new trainer and the owner of this training ground from now on. Call me Mandela,” he announced.
“You’re so sexy,” Iris said.
Everyone laughed.
“And I’m part of the trainees from now on.”
Princess Shakira entered the place.
All eyes shifted toward her.
She was wearing a revealing training outfit resembling a bikini, while holding a sword in her hand.
“Oh, wow,” Dustin muttered.
Mandela was about to speak when a warm raindrop suddenly landed on his arm.
Before he could look up, the warm rain began pouring heavily.
“You know what this means, right?” Felix asked.
“Cobra,” sss replied.
At that very moment, King Arthur appeared on a running horse.
The horse raced out of the palace.
Amy pulled the fork from her hair.
Felix grabbed his knife.
Dustin picked up his spears.
Iris got her bow and arrows, while sss drew her sword.
Everyone grabbed their weapons and ran toward the stables.
They mounted their horses and raced out of the palace through the rain.
***
By the time they reached the city, numerous dead bodies were already lying in pools of blood, obviously killed by Cobra and his gang.
“He stole everything I worked for! He stole everything!” a woman cried outside her house.
“He killed my son!”
“He stole my gold!”
“My silver!”
“He killed my wife!”
Different cries came from the survivors as the horses continued moving.
The gang had already moved toward the south, so they headed in that direction.
Soon, they encountered several of Cobra’s men in the region.
Arthur jumped down from his horse.
The first man he grabbed had his head sliced off by Arthur’s hand blade.
He then continued searching for Cobra while the others engaged the gang.
Most of them were ordinary humans, so they were easy to take down.
Amy stabbed the first man she encountered several times, and when she pushed him away with her leg, sss cut off his head.
Mikaela threw her blue balls of fire everywhere.
It was her primary weapon, and anyone struck by it would explode instantly.
Iris’s arrows were released twelve at a time, and once they struck, it was a straight call to heaven.
Twelve men went down.
Dustin leaped into the air, touched his horse with his leg, somersaulted through the air, and landed again.
He wielded his sharp spear around him, sending five heads flying.
Felix stabbed aggressively with his knife, his face already covered in blood.
Mandela fought with his bare hands.
He didn’t need a weapon. A single strike from his forehead was enough to kill.
He grabbed one man by the face and tore the skin from it like a piece of paper before throwing it toward his horse.
He then ran toward the corner Arthur had entered through and began searching for him.
He found him easily.
Arthur was standing on top of a dead body whose limbs had been torn apart.
“Your Majesty,” Mandela said.
Arthur turned toward him.
He was holding a piece of paper.
“Cobra escaped before we even got here,” Arthur said.
Mandela took the paper from him.
“It’s a letter from Cobra.”
“He sent it through the wind,” Arthur said.
“He controls the wind too?” Mandela asked in shock as he opened the letter.
«WELCOME ON BOARD, KING ARTHUR MCCARTHY.
THIS IS ONLY THE START.»
Mandela finished reading and looked at Arthur.
“It’s a threat.”
“Send consolation palliatives to the survivors when we get back,” Arthur replied.
Mandela sighed.
AN HOUR LATER
After eliminating Cobra’s men, everyone returned to the palace.
Arthur entered the bathtub immediately after reaching his suite.
When he remembered the Dowager’s words earlier about Princess Elena, his runaway wife Morticia, and what he had done with the slave the previous night, he opened his eyes and climbed out of the tub.
Mandela had just entered the suite when Arthur reached the bedroom.
“Your Maj—”
“Bring me the slave,” Arthur interrupted.
“Huh?”
Mandela’s eyes widened.
“The s*x slave. Bring her here. Right now,” Arthur ordered.
“But—”
“Now!!!” Arthur yelled.
Mandela stepped back.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” he said before rushing out.
Arthur faced the wall, remembering the events of the previous night.
“You don’t deserve pleasure. I’ll make you feel what you deserve as a criminal... PAIN,” he muttered.
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