My Warrior

Whispers of Tragedy and Resolve

Days had passed since the peculiar incident in the king's chamber, where Rebecca had unexpectedly collapsed. Despite the reports citing stress as the cause, the king remained deeply concerned, and Rebecca had been deliberately avoiding any encounters with him.

King Ragnar had just concluded a taxing day at the council meeting when he unexpectedly crossed paths with Rebecca along the corridors.

"Meet me in my room,"

The king instructed Rebecca, his voice firm with an air of authority.

"Okay, sir,"

Rebecca replied, her tone respectful as she acknowledged his request, a sense of trepidation creeping in as she wondered about the reason for the king's summoning.

After a brief interval, the king settled in his chamber, awaiting Rebecca's arrival. Moments later, she entered the room as summoned.

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

The king queried, his tone tinged with concern and authority.

"I am not avoiding you,"

Rebecca defended herself, her response edged with a hint of tension.

As their exchange intensified, the door swung open, revealing Prince Astaroth's entrance into the chamber, inadvertently interrupting their conversation.

**Astaroth POV**

As I stepped into the room, Rebecca swiftly departed, leaving an air of tension behind. Attempting to address my father, I was abruptly interrupted.

"Father, I—"

I began, but he interjected.

"I want to be left alone,"

He asserted, his tone heavy with preoccupation.

"I wanted to remind you that tomorrow is Mother's remembrance,"

I interjected, hoping to catch his attention.

"Okay, I've heard you. You can proceed with the preparations,"

He responded dismissively, already heading towards his study.

"Okay, sir,"

I acknowledged, sensing his need for solitude.

With a mix of resignation and concern, I left the room, respecting his desire for space as I pondered the significance of the upcoming day.

Taking quick action is crucial before everyone learns about Rebecca's pregnancy. Acting swiftly can help manage the situation effectively and mitigate potential rumors or complications that might arise. It's essential to handle this delicately and discreetly to protect both Rebecca's privacy and the palace's reputation.

I exited the room, and I made my way towards the physician's building. After a brief consultation, I departed.

*******

Hours later, Rebecca arrived at the physician's office.

"Good day, Sir,"

She greeted him respectfully.

"How are you?"

He inquired.

"Fine, sir,"

She replied, glancing around cautiously.

Noticing the absence of others, she cautiously spoke up,

"Sir, I was informed that you requested my presence."

"Yes, I want to give you this drug. It will help prevent the symptoms of your pregnancy from showing,"

The physician explained.

"Okay, thanks. I really appreciate it. I don't want anyone to know about my pregnancy, not even my daughter," Rebecca expressed her concern.

"Your secret is safe with me,"

The physician assured her, emphasizing the confidentiality of their conversation.

Rebecca swiftly departed from the physician's office. Without delay, as soon as she left, the physician made his way towards Astaroth's chamber.

At the maid resident

As Caroline entered the room, she found her mother in the midst of cooking.

"Mother, I'm back,"

She announced.

"My sweetheart, how are you?"

She greeted her daughter warmly.

"I'm fine," she replied.

"How was the palace today?"

she inquired.

"It was fine. But I didn't see you there today,"

Caroline mentioned.

"I left earlier,"

She explained, her response leaving Caroline slightly curious about her absence from her usual duties at the palace.

As they began eating, Caroline couldn't shake off her concern for her mother's health.

"How's your health now? Did you see the physician today?"

Caroline asked, worried edging into my voice.

"Yes, I did,"

She replied, her response momentarily allaying my worries.

After a few more minutes of our meal, Rebecca prudently brought out some medication and in the wink of an eye consumed them.

The sudden and suffering sound of someone crying in pain wakes Caroline from her sleep. Attempting to disperse it as a dream, she struggled to open her eyes, only to find her mother, on the floor, writhing in extreme mental or emotional distress.

Shocked, fearful and trembling, Caroline rushed to her side, tears rushing down her face.

"Mum, are you ok?"

She cried out, but her mother couldn't respond, gripped by intense pain. Frantically,she thought about seeking help, but before she could move, Caroline was dumbfounded as her mother took her last breath, leaving her shattered and utterly helpless.

In a state of shock and disbelief, she cried out loud , hoping for a response, but Rebecca remained motionless. The sudden tragedy left her in a state of very large sorrow and confusion. Caroline cries echoed through the room, but there was no response from anyone close by. The pain of losing her mother was agonizing, and she felt utterly alone in that heartbreaking moment.

In the small village where Jackson is a lieutenant, a strange and terrifying event occurs. The tranquility of the village was shattered when a band of mysterious assailants, cloaked in masks, descended upon its peaceful streets, and house

Mick, driven by duty and valor, confronted these shadowy invaders with all his power. In the heat of the moment, Jackson transformed into a creature of legend, a werewolf, as if some dormant force within him had been unleashed by the urgency of the situation.

However, what Jackson faced was beyond the ordinary. These assailants, despite their human form, possessed an otherworldly strength, surpassing even the might of Jackson in his lupine state. Their movements were so fast and their blows packed a strength.

In the midst of the fights. Jackson locked eyes with one of these enigmatic figures, only to be startled by their look piercing through the darkness of their masks. Trying to uncover their identity and understand the reason behind this inexplicable attack, Jackson made a daring attempt to remove the mask that covers the face of his adversary.

Yet, before his fingers could unveil the truth hidden behind the mask, a glint of silver caught Jackson's eye. A flash of painsurged through him as he was struck by a swift and decisive blow from a gleaming silver sword into his chest wielded by one of the assailants. As the excruciating pain engulfed him, Jackson fell to the ground, his strength failing him, and darkness descended upon his consciousness