Dangerous Desires

Shocking Revelations and Attacks

Silence ensued after the announcement Edgar had made, and the demand following that King Alcuin renounce his title and name his once best friend the new King of the Beast Realm...

...for all of a minute, before chaos ensued.

Alazaya's father rose from his seat sharply, a loud growl ripped from his throat as he advanced on his advisor with a shake of his head. "Treason," King Alcuin snarled, "treason is what you have thrust upon yourself! For speaking against the crown and telling these lies!"

Edgar laughed darkly at the King. "Lies, you say?" he whispered, though the room was so quiet, a mouse could be heard if you tried hard enough to listen. "I have proof of your transgressions, Alcuin. Proof that shows your knowledge of the Dark Fae trying to get into our realm, of. the knowledge you have of what they wish to do to us for our land and magic. You have done nothing!" Edgar drew his sword, his once blue magic sparking black along the sharpened metal of the blade. "What say you, King? Will you renounce your title and hand the crown over to me, so that I might save our people before it's too late? or shall I take it by force?"

Her father looked around at his people, watching the horror and disbelief cloud their eyes as they now viewed him as an unworthy king, a traitor to the realm. He shook his head. "You are out of line, Edgar," he said softly. "I will not give you my title. If you had shown yourself worthy, I would gladly step down and give it to you. Instead, you play this farce, this sham, to win the people over to you out of fear. No, you will have to take it from me."

King Alcuin drew his blade to meet his once old friend in battle, but he was too late.

A cry ripped from Alazaya's throat when Edgar nodded his head, almost in satisfactory understanding. From out of nowhere, a blade was thrown and pierced through the side of the King's neck, the tip of the metal poking through the the other side. The King's expression of surprise could be seen by all, before he dropped to his knees in front of the once called advisor.

Edgar placed a hand on his friends cheek and bent over to whisper in his ear as chaos erupted around the room. Men dressed in black cloaks emerged from the shadows of the walls, and began attacking the guards and citizens known to be strongly loyal to the dying King Alcuin, including her family. "You are right," Alazaya could hear Edgar say to the King, having stood close enough to both see and hear what he whispered in his ear. "There was no proof, and you had no knowledge of the Dark Fae's plans... until now. But you will soon be dead, and can do nothing to stop this new reign from occuring."

Edgar grinned in victory and patted Alcuin's cheek, before giving his face a slight shove. The now dead King fell to the floor, but not before Edgar removed the golden crown from his head and placed it upon his own.

Alazaya snarled, trying desperately to make her way over to where they were so she could ran a knife of her own into Edgar's neck. It was the least he deserved after the betrayal to her father.

But it was no use, there were too many cloaked males attacking their people standing in the way. Five were already making their way towards her, blasting magic left and right at those in their way rather than cutting them down with their swords.

"Zaya!"

She turned at the cry of her name, facing her brother as he finally got to her. He grabbed her shoulder roughly, jerking her away from a flying bolt of energy that had been aimed at her heart just in time. "You need to get out of here," Lucas shouted to be heard over the screams wrecking the ball room. "Edgar means to kill our entire family to rule! His people have already slain Arabella and mother. Tyler is nearly lost. We can't lose you, too."

"No!" she cried, slicing through the arm of a male raising his sword to cut down her brother from behind. The male cursed and twisted away, just as she grabbed hold of Lucas's sword from his hand and thrust it forward into the attacking males chest. He fell to the marble floor without another sound.

Lucas gave a nod of thanks before grabbing her arm and steering her away from the room as fast as they could possibly could with everything going on. The main entrance to the ballroom was blocked by black magic, the stink of it roiling through her senses to the point she felt suddenly dizzy. They moved to the back corner of the room, hidden behind a large curtain. Lucas swept his hand in a downward motion towards the window, their reflection replaced by a glowing blue portal.

"Run, Zaya!" he encouraged, watching to ensure no one else came their way. "You must run! You are now the True Heir to the throne. You must find a way to save our people!"

She shook her head in disbelief. "Come with me!" she pleaded with him. "You are the next to be King. You can save everyone!"

Lucas shouted a curse that sent another attacker across the room, dead before landing, and turned back to her. He kissed her forehead and gave her a look of familial love and sadness. "I can't abandon our people, and I only have enough magic for one to escape through the portal," he told her solemnly. "If we can manage to escape capture or death, I will find you, Zaya. I promise! But you must go before it's too late."

She glanced behind her in time to find Edgar stalking across the nearly empty room now towards them, fury written plainly across his features. Before she could turn back and respond, Lucas shoved her through the portal, telling her he loved her, and once again promising to find her if possible.

His silver gaze full of sadness and grief was the last she saw before being swallowed by the blue vortex, and sent spiralling to a realm she'd never once visited before.