Silver Haired - Chapter 91

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Cedric couldn’t hold it in, her pain, her sadness, the way her heart ached when he saw them, he could feel them all, just how long would he let her suffer, because of this stupid TRIAL!

He watches as she saunters away, he could tell she was angry and in pain, and yet he couldn’t go to her even if he could, he can’t YET. Just hold on my love… that was his thought.

He snapped his gaze back to Lawrence, yes he knew they were just holding hands and nothing was going on between the two, but still, he couldn’t hide his anger and Lawrence was smart enough to see it, no one should touch what was his, no one, he will let this slide for he knew what was to be Lawrence destiny, making him suffer wouldn’t be the best idea, he would plunge a hole, and that was the least of what he wanted.

“Whatever we have to talk about we will in the meeting,” Cedric said in a simple tone but it held anger.

“O-Of course” he stammered before walking away.

“Do you think he and lady Sylvia are in some kind of relationship?” Alice curiously asked an amusement to her tone as she tilted her head to the side. Seeing as she received silence in return, she turned to him with a smile.

“I really enjoyed my time with you Lord Cedric, thank you,” she said blushing.

“The Emperor wanted to see both of us, so he requested a presence at the Eternal Garden,” Cedric said without sparing her a glance. “Don’t expect this to be anything romantic, because it is not”.

“Of course, I know… but I know I’m to be your Empress, I’m sure he wants society to see us getting close, which is why he requested the meeting. You’re so unspoken Lord Cedric, you should open up to me more for I’m to be your wife”, she took his hand, they were so cold but she didn’t mind.

She always knew him to be the Dark General, the very man that brought havoc to her home, she thought him to be a beast and to be married to one but she never knew it was this dashing man before her, that captivated her more than she bargained for, maybe this arranged marriage wasn’t so bad.

He glanced at her the moment she made contact with his hand, she flinched at the sudden cold look, retreating her hand. He was always so cold and reserved, but when it comes to that wife of his, all his attention was always burned on her, and she hated it. Wasn’t she beautiful? Well mannered? Every man should fall at her knees but he wasn’t, and that intrigued her more, that made her want him more and she would, she was already meant to be his Empress, she will sow her seeds within him just so she could have him if she has him then she would have the Empire, this was a peace treaty but to her, this was a way of seizing this land that her father failed to take, her way to bringing justice, at first her plans was the Empire but right now she wanted this man too.

He walks away without so much as caring, it would be hard, it would be hard to steal his heart but she didn’t care, she smirks, she WILL have him, but first she would have to find a way to take his mind off that Sylvia.

He had had enough, being with her was sickening because could feel her lust for power and for him. It made his blood boil, how long was he supposed to endure this, how long was he supposed to let his angel suffer as she watched both of them. She was in pain, he could feel it. He knew she cried and it made his slow beating heart ache. He wanted to go to her, embrace her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be okay and that none of this was real. He wanted to touch her, caress her skin like it was the last thing on earth, and remind her over and over again.

Ever since his memories awoke it has been bloody desire for her, to call her his woman and make her know just exactly who she belongs to, but he can’t not in this body.

At the Ball he had to agree to this marriage, he would rather go to bloody war with the North if he had to screw this peace treaty, but he knew he can’t escape it, for it was his trial of rebirth.

Cedric barge opens the door of his chambers feeling frustrated as he walks inside.

“Beowulf!” He barked for his loyal servant for centuries. His beast within him roars, he hated being subjected to this.

Beowulf appeared before him. “M-Magnus,” he said with a bow.

“How long will this bloody facade go on, I have had it!”

Beowulf trembled, his master was in a rage, it was as if the room shook from it. “Magnus please you have to calm down… this is the only way”.

“Curses of a thousand Beowulf I can’t watch and let her suffer any longer!”, the window glasses cracked at his anger. Beowulf shook more.

“I understand Magnus, but if you do not outplay the curse you won’t be able to break it… this Princess Alice is the key to that… marrying her will cause the crack as intended”

Cedric rested his hand on the table bending his head, at the sudden immense silence, Beowulf gulped.

“What if it’s too late…” he said in a ragged whisper. “What If it’s too late to protect her”

Beowulf’s crimson eyes shock, he could feel for his master, he knew the pain he passing through, especially as his jolt of memories came in a rush, the Silver-haired was the trigger and she was the reincarnation of the goddess Yelena, Magnus long lost love.