PRINCESS ELENA'S MAUSOLEUM
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“Arthur!!!” Logan yelled furiously as he tried to storm into the bedroom, but the door suddenly shut on its own, denying him entry.
“Ah... shh...” Ramona’s moans came again, and Logan placed a hand against the door.
He tried to break it with his powers but couldn’t, so he began banging against it with his fist until his hand was deeply wounded.
“Ouchh!” Ramona cried out again.
“Arthur!!” he screamed, and that was when the sounds from inside finally stopped.
He tried opening the door this time, and it opened.
Arthur was just getting up from Ramona, already dressed from the waist down.
Ramona remained on the bed, still recovering from the intense encounter.
Logan looked at her, then at Arthur.
“It was nice tormenting you, brother,” Arthur said.
“Argghhhhh!!!” Logan screamed as he charged toward him angrily.
He grabbed Arthur, and the two of them vanished from the room.
They landed on the sharp edge of the rooftop, still holding onto each other.
“How could you sleep with that filthy thing?” Logan snarled.
“This should tell you that I can go to any extent to make you mad, even if it means playing with dirt,” Arthur replied flatly.
“Any man who sleeps with her after this will die! You’re aware of that, and yet you slept with her? She’s a s*x slave for everyone, not you alone!” Logan yelled.
“Do I look like I care?” Arthur replied.
Logan smirked.
“You’re still just as arrogant as ever, Arthur,” he muttered.
“I’m never going to change,” Arthur replied.
Logan suddenly tried to push him over the edge, but Arthur’s eyes beamed gold.
The instant the flash struck Logan, he flew into the wall, crashing hard against it.
“Argh!” he groaned as a thin line of blood escaped from the middle of his lips.
Arthur jumped down from the edge and sighed.
“Shouldn’t you have learned by now to respect the fact that you can never beat me?” he said.
Logan stood and spread his left palm sideways. His sword appeared in it, and he charged toward Arthur, aiming to slice his head from his neck.
But the moment he got close enough to strike, Mandela appeared and blocked the sword with his own.
The two swords clashed, and Arthur’s lips curved into his usual smirk.
More palace guards poured into the area, and Logan’s hands began trembling around the sword.
Mandela overpowered him, causing the sword to fall.
In the same instant, he placed his sword against Logan’s neck, making Logan’s eyes widen.
“How dare you try to attack His Majesty?” Mandela demanded.
Kyle rushed in and dropped to his knees before Arthur.
“Please, Your Majesty, forgive my lord,” he pleaded, bowing tremblingly.
Arthur looked at Logan.
Logan was still glaring at him rebelliously.
“Try to control your temper next time. I won’t be as cool,” Arthur said before turning away.
Mandela lowered the sword from Logan’s neck and followed him.
The palace guards left as well, and Logan began breathing heavily.
“My lord...” Kyle said.
But one flash of red from Logan’s furious eyes made him stop talking.
•••
Arthur returned to his room and found Ramona still waiting.
She was standing in the middle of the room, already dressed.
“Get out!!” he shouted angrily.
She trembled fearfully.
She began walking out of the room shakily, having no idea where she was even supposed to go.
She bumped into the table and fell heavily.
“Ah!” she whimpered painfully before scrambling back to her feet.
Mandela entered.
“Take her back,” Arthur ordered.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
He bowed and took Ramona by the arm, pulling her out of the room.
Arthur immediately entered his bathroom.
He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub.
He had just done what he had vowed never to do again, all because he wanted to make Logan angry.
He had crossed a boundary he had sworn never to cross again.
Morticia’s face suddenly came to his mind, and he sank deeper into the water.
Morticia was his wife and Mikaela’s mother—the woman who had cruelly betrayed him.
She had left him with the bitterest memories of his life before abandoning him. Since then, he had vowed never to go near another woman.
But he had just broken that vow.
He suddenly felt disgusted with himself and sank completely beneath the water.
•••
Mandela was still holding Ramona by the arm as they walked back toward the dungeon.
He suddenly glanced at her blindfolded face.
The moment he looked away, he found himself looking at her again.
Was her face familiar?
Ramona’s toe suddenly struck a stone, causing her to stagger. Her arm slipped from his grip.
She would have fallen, but Mandela quickly caught her by the waist, pulling her back.
Their chests collided.
“I’m... sorry,” she said slowly.
He quickly released her.
The toe she had struck was already bleeding, so Mandela pulled a piece of cloth from his pocket and crouched in front of her.
He was about to tie it around the bleeding toe when he noticed several untreated wounds on her toes already.
He tied the cloth around it nevertheless.
Then they continued the walk to the dungeon.
“Thanks... a lot,” she said immediately after he returned her to the small room.
Mandela gave her another look before leaving.
He was still walking toward Arthur’s suite when Shakira suddenly blocked his path.
She wasn’t accompanied by any of her maids.
“Hey, handsome!”
She hugged him, but he quickly broke away.
“Your Highness...”
“Shhh. Let’s go to my room,” she interrupted, grabbing his hand.
He declined.
“What are we going to do in your room?”
“Stop acting innocent and let’s go,” she replied.
“I’ll politely reject, Your Highness,” he said before attempting to leave.
But Shakira pulled him back and kissed him forcefully.
Alice was on her way back to her suite when she saw the scene, and her eyes widened.
Mandela quickly pushed Shakira away from him.
“What did you just... do?”
“I kissed your tempting lips.”
Shakira smiled, and Mandela quickly walked away.
“His lips are so sweet!” Shakira gushed.
Then she noticed Alice.
She rolled her eyes at her before walking away.
Alice bit her lip hard.
•••
AMAZON’S CHAMBER
“f**k! Oh!”
Amazon cried out as she and Bolt became lost in the moment.
Bolt was lying on the bed while sss took the lead.
“Geez!” Bolt groaned, holding onto her as they moved together.
They were both breathing heavily, completely absorbed in the moment.
“My... oh my!” she moaned, unable to contain herself.
Their encounter continued intensely until sss finally collapsed against him.
When Bolt tried to kiss her afterward, she immediately pulled away, wrapped a towel around herself, and entered the bathroom.
Bolt sat up and raked a hand through his hair.
When sss eventually came out of the bathroom, she dressed herself and picked up her sword.
“Off to my night supervision,” she said before leaving.
“Geez, sss,” Bolt whispered.
•••
NEXT DAY
“Father!” Mikaela shouted when Arthur came out of his suite with Mandela.
He was on his way to see the Queen Dowager.
“Heard you hurt Jonathan yesterday,” he said.
“He called me junior,” she pouted.
“Aren’t you?”
“Father, he’s—”
“I’m not ready to listen to your excuses right now. I have things to settle,” he interrupted before walking away.
“Try not to make him angry. He’s not in a good mood right now,” Mandela whispered to her before joining Arthur.
“Such a boring father,” she muttered.
Then she suddenly noticed Jonathan heading in a particular direction.
She smiled and followed him.
“The Queen Dowager is currently in Princess Elena’s mausoleum,” Mandela reported as they walked.
“Where’s the mausoleum?” Arthur asked, turning to him.
“Right there.”
Mandela led the way, and they reached the building after a minute.
They could already hear the Dowager’s cries from inside before they even entered.
The mausoleum was where Princess Elena’s body had been placed because she had never been buried.
She had been placed inside a crystal ice coffin, and the Queen Dowager came there every day to cry.
Arthur entered with Mandela, and, just as expected, the Dowager was sitting beside the coffin, crying bitterly.
“Elena... my Elena...”
They both stood behind her, watching her grieve.
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