The Queen Wicked Deeds - Chapter 91
“I am sorry, my princess,” Billie visited the infirmary for the second time that day.
He was pressured by the angry eyes of his beloved John and, of course, the many fans of the princess even in his own faculty.
However, the naughty, spoiled, and proud Princess Anne du Lith, didn’t let the man get away without trashing him with her evil words.
“Humph,” she turned around with her arms crossed.
“Please, my princess, forgive me, I beg you,” Billie was having an internal conflict.
One angel was telling him to try harder, that the princess was only sad about his harsh words, and he should think about putting himself in her shoes. However, there was another little angel that had fallen to the depths of darkness and naughty thoughts. He was telling Billie that he should not concern himself with the spoiled girl. He should even bring some fruit tarts and chocolate cakes with him to the infirmary and eat them in front of her.
Then he will laugh at the spoiled princess, “Muahahaha,” he will imitate her and his revenge will be so sweet.
“Billie!” John couldn’t help but yell at the blonde with a ponytail that could be as handsome as an angel if not for the hands rubbing and the grin on his face. How can John not understand what is that boy thinking and plotting?
“My dear Princess, please don’t be sad,” the caring words of John startled Billie. Now he was afraid… or more like jealous.
John had been overly attentive to this little princess. Even more, they had spent some time together talking about magic and economics, topics Billie couldn’t even grasp.
“Is his fault,” the princess said with a pout. “He was the one who started it.”
“That… that is not true,” Billie tried to say, but only a glare of his beloved was returned, “John, that…”
“Don’t worry, my dear princess,” John said with a gentle and soft voice that made Billie regret coming inside that infirmary room, “I will make sure to teach him a lesson later.”
Billie could only gulp and try harder to beg for forgiveness from the little princess.
“I am sorry,” Billie started to say again and was considering the possibility of kneeling down. “Please forgive me, my princess, I didn’t mean the words I said before.”
He was now truly understanding the pain of their beloved taken away by some foreign circumstances, namely the distance, or a new competitor like a princess. If this continued and John spent more time with the outstanding princess, then… then what if he ditched him.
“I understand,” Anne said and nodded, then she looked away in a melancholy stare.
Any of the presents would think she was missing her dear Henry, and they will be right, but there is something more she was craving right now, her forbidden delight, her fruit tart.
[…
General Levy was not someone ordinary, not at all, he could be described with the words of bravery and faithful leader. He was also a swordmaster and an extraordinary knight that could rival any of the Halse first fighters, even the King himself.
However, even with that powerful strength, he was no different from an ant if an army was sent to destroy his own unprevented knights. He did everything he could to save them, but it was not enough.
The only one to survive among all those bodies was the little baby that was hidden inside a basket. He didn’t make a crying sound, not even when the enemy soldiers entered the battling camp.
General Levy took the baby, his son into his arms and promised that he will take care of him as the best father. He will never let him face any difficulty and will keep him protected.
That went on for so many years until again the fate and the curse of betrayal landed in the New town of Halse.]
“Billie,” John stepped outside the infirmary room when the Princess finally stop sighing and drawing fruit tarts on every page of his economics report.
“What is it?” Billie turned around with a bit of a long face and a frown on his forehead, “aren’t you having a good time with your new friend?”
“Sigh… Billie, why are you sulking about?”
“Don’t you know?” Billie crossed his arms and was about to turn around when some magic bubble captured him.
“Stop it,” Billie tried to break the bubble, but some arms around his waist stopped him.
He felt as if his heart was beating again for the first time, and the warmth of happiness landed in his body again. It was the kind of feeling he will never forget and will always crave.
“Don’t be mad, okay?” the soft voice of John was always the best medicine to any of his pouts and discomforts. There has never been a time were those whispers didn’t manage to calm him down. Not even when they first met.
“I am not mad,” Billie said and continued to pout.
“You are,” John turned to look at Billie’s eyes and took out his glasses. Who can say that the moment those beautiful glasses were taken out, the red eyes that always fascinated John would come into his view?
John was beautiful and delicate as a young frail maiden, with his high bridged nose and his delicate rosy lips. It was hard for Billie to withstand the need of kissing those lips.
“John… babe,” Billie touched John’s hand and ċȧrėssed it, “don’t leave me, okay?”
“I won’t ever leave you,” John said with a smile, however, hidden in his eyes was sadness. The kind of grief that can engulf one’s heart.
Billie smiled and didn’t stop himself from kissing the beautiful young man in front of him.
As they were in their bubble of love and happiness, they will never know, or maybe they were aware but didn’t care, that a group of girls was around with their phone cameras ready.
“Did you take it?”
“Yes,” one of the girls giggled.
“Let me see it,” the other girl pleaded with a gold coin in her hand.
They were uploading several angles of the beautiful scenery and even creating their own conversation bubbles accompanying the pictures.
When Anne received the notification of her secret club, she couldn’t help but look around for any suspect and entered the forum.
[Secret_BxJ_admirer: Send me the photos.]
She asked and sent a reward of almost fifty golds for the best pictures.
[Thank you, captain.]
[You are splendid and generous, captain.]
[I have more photos if you want captain.]
Anne was giggling inside. From long ago she had heard of the beautiful couple and became addicted to their story, though, she didn’t have the courage to interfere in their relationship… until now.
“Princess?” Tia already knew about the curious fascination of her little princess, and could not help but sigh and shook her head from side to side. “Are you feeling better?”
“Yes, of course, Tia,” Anne kept looking at the photos and smirked in a strange creepy smile.
“Sigh…” Tia was now more and more convinced that her princess was becoming more special in her own way.
[…
Power, that was the reason for the cruelty and greed of some men. However, there was something more tempting, revenge.
That was the last word General Levy said to his son when he was leaving this world. Revenge.
However, John Levy, the young little kid of five years old knew that his father was not talking about him. That word was not something his father would want for himself or for any of his kind. He wanted peace and tranquility in his town.
Therefore, the revenge word came from the people who provoked the revolt that year.
John knew that those behind the disaster were looking for power to achieve some revenge, and he had a hunch of whom could it be.
The day his father died, the young man embarked on a journey to exploit his power, the one that was hidden from the eyes of those greedy men that wanted without minding the consequences.
However, at the same time, the word revenge became his own as he discovered who were the ones that plotted for so many years the suffering of his people. The war was a scheme to have access to that power.
John was filled with anger and hatred, feelings that his father had shown him to forget, but at that moment, he couldn’t.
The rumors said that it was in the north where a young red-eyed man survived in the middle of the forest, and the legend said that the same young red-eyed man was the one who slaughtered a whole squad of northern knights without mercy.
No one knew who was he, but only the corpses of those soldiers were left behind. Corpses that with a single touch turned into dust.]