Chapter 2
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"To All Concerned Parties,
By the will of the Infernal Realm and the authority vested in me as the Prince of Hell, let it be known that by the decree of the Underworld, the daughter of King Arthur of Eldoria, borne to him by his concubine Roxella, shall henceforth be bound in matrimony to me, the Devil's Son
This decision comes in the wake of recent events, wherein the aforementioned Hazelene, in a display of defiance and courage, raised arms against me during the conflict between Eldoria and the Valorians. Despite her mortal status, her actions have not gone unnoticed, her spirit burns with a fierceness that commands respect, and her spirit of rebellion has earned her both my admiration and my interest.
In recognition of her valor and the chaos she has sown in the ranks of my adversaries, I extend this offer of union. Together, we shall forge a new alliance, one that transcends the petty rivalries of mortal kingdoms and elevates us to heights of power hitherto unseen.
Let it be known that any who oppose this betrothal shall face the full wrath of Hell itself. Hazelene is mine by right of conquest, and none shall dispute my claim, nor stand in the way of our union.
May this missive serve as a warning to all who would dare to defy the will of the Infernal Throne.
Signed,
[The Devil's Son]
Hazelene stood before the court, her gaze steady and unwavering, despite the weight of King Arthur's scrutiny bearing down upon her. The atmosphere in the courtroom was tense, the air heavy with anticipation and apprehension. Yet, amidst the tension, she remained poised and composed, her demeanor betraying no hint of fear or uncertainty. To those observing her, it was a perplexing sight.
What manner of woman was she, to stand so boldly in the face of such grave accusations? Did she not realize the perilous situation in which she found herself? Many had been taken as brides for the Devil's Son before her, only to vanish into the depths of the underworld, never to be seen again. And those few who had returned did so without their heads, their fate a grim warning to any who dared to defy the will of Hell.
Why was she so undaunted by the fact that she would become the devil's bride?
She had no allies whom she could run to, to wage war against the devil's son. She had no immortal friends. She was sired deep within the palace walls of Eldoria. Most of the Kingdom people did not know she existed, most of them did not know what the daughter of the concubine of the King looked like.
King Arthur looked at her the last time.
He had not shown her love the past Twenty years she had lived with him. But he had lived her mother, his concubine Roxella.
She was the one true woman whom he had truly loved in his life, though her status as a harlot weighed his decisions to marry her down.
Never had it been heard that a king married a harlot, nor a woman of humble origins, with no background or family that could serve as an ally in times of trouble and war.
She was just her, alone, and her innocence had captivated him. The same innocence that made him go miles for her when he heard about her pregnancy.
He could not fathom how he would be able to console his beloved Roxella, because she would be heartbroken when her daughter would get taken away by the chariots sent by the devil's son to get her.
A deep sense of anguish and helplessness washed over him. He could scarcely fathom how he would find the words to console her, knowing full well the heartbreak that awaited her when she hears the news about her beloved daughter being taken by the devil's son.
Parents, women and even kings and rulers of Monarchs and Kingdoms alike all dreaded a time like this.
He had educated Hazelene and given her the title of a princess because of her beauty.
She was beautiful.
She had the type of unparalleled beauty that made heads turn.
She possessed a beauty that seemed to defy description, her features a captivating blend of delicate elegance and radiant allure. Her nose, elegantly pointed and sculpted, lent a regal air to her countenance, while her eyes, the color of rich hazelnuts, sparkled, hence her name, Hazelene. They were windows to a soul as deep as the ocean, reflecting the wisdom and compassion that resided within her. Her lips, full and rosy, curved into a gentle smile that could light up even the darkest of rooms. They spoke of kindness and warmth, of a spirit that knew no bounds and a heart that overflowed with love. And the tone of her skin, a flawless canvas of ivory and rose, seemed to glow with an inner luminosity, casting a soft halo of light around her wherever she went.
Little wonder why her half sisters hated her, her beauty could make a Prince or King offer to marry her regardless of her being the daughter of a concubine.
King Arthur had been keeping her for the right time when he'd unveil her to the world, when he'd invite her to one of his banquets so that kings and princes alike would fight for her hand in marriage, while he would sit back and decide who's hand to accept, depending on the volume of gifts, gold and silver that offer, and of course, the ruler with the highest Soldiers ab and troops would win. Arranging marriages for one's daughter could not be complete without choosing a ruler that has soldiers and troops, so that in times of war, they'd support their in-laws as allies.
His hopes had been cut short.
His dreams and aspirations of the daughter he had defied traditions to keep had met with an end.
The devil's son saw no one as his ally.
Everyone was his adversary.
Humans and mortals were.
Tales and myths have it that his beloved, a mortal woman he had once fallen in love with was killed by her humans, he has travelled far and wide hoping to find her reincarnation or someone reborn of her ashes as was said to happen among humans, but he found none. Who knew the full story when the devil's son had lived for more than a thousand years.
The story has been passed into generations as myths , with each generation passing it to the other with no one knowing why, when and how it happened. And no one has ever bothered to know how it did.
Everyone was focused on steering clear of the devil's son's trouble to save their heads.
Who would want to make him an enemy when he was the heir of hell?
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