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Princess Ariane of Alynthri started growing when she clocked 20. That night, the royal family welcomed a guest, one they never thought would visit.

Death knocked on her royal Majesty's chamber and stepped in sending glares like lacers to the royal family.

It had visited dressed in a royal robe, her dark hair circled her ear as she laid in her massive bed.

Face pale like the moon, eyes closed and her chapped lips fully seated on each other, even on her death bed she looks refined and elegant like any Queen would.

It was the night Ariane clocked 20 yet the saddest night for her, she lost her mother; the Queen of Alynthri.

Silence descended, only the sound of the breeze that forced its way in was heard encapsulating the unspoken words of the sad girl. Right there at the corner of the room -- the princess solemnly mourns the death of her mother.

She's a princess!

A princess shows no weakness, a princess stands tall and faces all the challenges of life.

She's a princess and the fate of her people rests on her shoulders.

Those were the teachings of her father and her teacher. When she so desperately wished she could shout aloud and lament over the Queen's death, she dare not.

Her world collapsed that night, the only backbone she had to survive the palace died, and right that moment she knew her life will never be hers again.

But, that was three years ago, the Princess knew how to quickly adapt to changes, her commitment to her people grew stronger with the daily teachings she fed on every day.

On this day, Princess Ariane will be fulfilling her duty as a filial daughter to her father; King Konan of Alynthri. And to her people, she will be performing the duties of a great leader by getting married to Prince Nickolas of Oryn' Hacriya.

The rightful heir to the throne of his father and the most feared Prince in all of the eight kingdoms.

Apart from his fame among girls, the mention of his name sends dread into the heart of many, and as rumors have it, he can take on dozens of men whenever the beast in him lets loose.

Surely, the perfect suitor for the Princess.

King Konan only had Five daughters, One from the late Queen Elizabeth, Ariane's mother. Two from Queen Isolde whose daughters are Leia and Rosalina. And two more from the third Queen, the King's favorite, Princess Victoria, the mother of Princess Danika and Princess Jasmine.

The king may cherish all his daughters but, it's an open secret and the obvious truth that the king wanted a son, an heir to his throne who will carry and continue the bloodline. Shame heavens never granted his wish.

Ariane being the first child naturally made her entitled to the throne, getting married to Prince Nickolas served as a plus too. Even when there were lots of opposition from the other Queens and their supporters, she overcame it all.

On a day like this, Princess Ariane was dressed in her flamboyant pink dress, her wedding dress that was made from the finest silk.

The Hem of the dress is a transparent laze material which was decorated in a flower pattern, The sleeve which barely exposed her shoulder hugged her body perfectly. Jewelry hung around her neckline.

With the help of her maids, they made sure she looked yet beautiful. Like a flower in a garden, she blooms beautifully.

There in the royal garden, people of importance and prestige were present to bless this day for the princess and her soon-to-be husband.

Powerful king and Lord's. Noblemen, The people of Alynthri were also present, their princess will be getting married to one of the powerful Prince in the world, they felt some gratitude towards her believing the marriage will be more productive for the kingdom.

That was the plan too, King Konan had hoped for the best, If he was never destined to have a son, he prayed to the gods to grant his one wish.

Princess Ariane should at least have a son as the next heir before his death.

One of the many reasons he will be marrying her off. He put all his hope and bet on her.

King Konan stole a glance from his daughter walking her towards the aisle, their traditions call for it.

He feels fulfilled, Proud of his daughter.

With one last step, Ariane climbed the aisle. A hopeful smile graced her face.

Whatever the future holds for her she doesn't know, but right there at the moment, she considered Prince Nickolas her future.

The priest was calling out the oath to bless their union but Ariane's mind was nowhere near the prince nor the priest. She had been fine this morning, healthy and happy, the sudden change in her system made her quiver.

Her visions became blurry, an excruciating pain eating her up at her tummy area.

"It hurts, It hurts!" She forcefully managed to say holding her belly firmly.

Everyone wondered what's going on including Nickolas himself.

Princess Ariane felt like her belly was going to burst open, she wanted to vomit whatever was glued on her throat and she did.

"Blood!" Nickolas shouted calling the attention of everyone around.

"Blood! get help!" He shouted again and caught Ariane who was close to hitting her body on the hard floor.

"The princess is dying, we need help."

Terror filled the air. The people of Alynthri did nothing but mourn.

King Konan feat became too weak to walk him, he stared hard at the misfortune befalling him.

Prince Nickolas couldn't hold the tears that forced their way out.

The woman he loves is dying.

But, Ariane's eyes slowly went close as she stares at the young woman smirking at her.

"Was it you?..." She wanted to say but her mouth never moved.

Eyes closed, what she witnessed before her death was a complete terror on her happy day.

Or maybe she wasn't happy after all, maybe happiness has always been far from her!

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Another World>>

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The old woman wasn't new to this place, she has served him for years to know when he's infuriated. He's their master the leader of the Kahlor community popularly known as Master Conrad.

His tales talk about his great achievement If he was just a Master of a community. Many people feared him, he can as well be compared to any king or emperor.

He's wealthy, just like any king would be.

Rumour has it that he doesn't talk when he's angry, his blade did the talking and whoever falls victim of his wrath will be served as a meal on his sharp sword. Not only that, Master Conrad is a warrior, he was born one.

For most of his life, he lived on the battlefield slaying those who he considered being enemies.

The old woman trembled on her feet when she heard the slashing sound of the sword behind closed doors.

He's at it again, she just wonders why in the world he will call her at this moment.

And so, the door fling opens before she could do any thinking.

"Come inside." The voice is so deep, it carries the weight of powers and command that might move thousands of men to his call.

Or maybe he did, Master Conrad is not only a political head but a military one too, he commands thousands of men and owns hundreds of horses. Not rumors, the old woman can bear witness to how he brutally take on hundreds of men by himself, waging his heavy sword at his command.

"You call me my Lord." The old woman addressed him.

"Sabrina!" No, he never calls her name like that except for once.

Once! and that was when he beheaded a slave right in her presence. A slave who tried to escape him.

"Master...." She said and fell to her knees, ignoring the men that dragged a lifeless body out.

The whole floor was covered in blood! pureblood!

"I need the maids, to clean the floors, to see that blood disgusts me a lot." He ordered with his back facing her.

*Yes master, is that all?" She managed to ask but no response was given for two minutes before he sighed.

He sighed again as if he was lost in thought. "Tonight, bring one of your girls to my room." He finally said and Sabrina understood perfectly.

"A new girl or the one from the last time?"

"Rina, you know I don't have a woman twice."

And, he never did except for his mistress Zara.

"Ok, my Lord. I will bring in a new girl tonight."

"No!" He stopped her at once. "I don't want just any girl, the slave I bought several days back. I want her instead, what's her name?"

"Yes my Lord... She's Ria, her name is Ariane!"

"Ariane...." He whispered between closed teeth.