David White
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There was a long silence after Aries's remarks. Ismael kept his eyes on her, noticing the contempt in those pairs of opalescent eyes. She was basically telling him this wasn't an invitation to an alliance. Aries was asking him to work for her and hand over the little power that was still left in him. "What about my people?" he asked under his breath. "My brother Carlos, what will happen to him?" "Hmm… the report I received before your arrival is that the crown prince's sword arrested him for his…
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"Right… she's the boss I'm talking about who wants to help you." Ismael thought of all the people who could employ this armored knight. The crown princess crossed his head briefly, but so far, the crown princess had shown no sign she was involved in anything. He was certain of that since he had planted his people to keep a close eye on the 'new ally' of the crown prince. Although it was too early to assume the crown princess would become Joaquin's ally, their relationship so far was good. If the crown…
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Inside an abandoned establishment between the border of the first and second districts of the capital, Aries sat alone on the dimly lit porch. The armchair she was sitting on was covered with a white sheet, just like the other chairs and furniture. Sitting in this darkness all alone and in silence, she couldn't help but think about Violet. Princess Violet. Delicate, modest, kind, and a woman of proper decorum. The perfect example of what a princess should be. She married the eighth prince Carlos Imperial…
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"Leave." Aries looked at the woman, who was holding a shawl around her, looking back at her with dilated eyes. Just now, she intruded into the eighth prince's quarters where his first wife lived. How she got in was easy since Aries had been observing every place and knew the routes that were the least people use. As soon as she snuck into the very chamber they were standing in, she found the princess still awake and was reading a book on the desk. The princess, with a natural beauty that made everything…
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"… said my boss." Those were the words Ismael heard before the ropes around his hands and feet came loose. The next thing he knew, the armored knight dragged him out rudely, but he was too stunned to even wonder who was this person, and what they wanted from him. To add more to this shock, the second Ismael was dragged out of the carriage, he looked around the dark rocky road only to realize there weren't hundreds of people who ambushed them. Just one. This one. His dilated and shaking eyes shifted…
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"I appreciate your understanding and cooperation, Reverend. I'll make sure the church is making the right decision." Joaquin smiled, sitting inside the sitting room, with his leg resting over the other, eyes on the middle-aged man across from him. Modesto pressed his lips and sported a meek smile. "I hope the crown prince will uphold his end of the bargain," said he. "The church will continue to support the crown prince, so we will hold on to your promise about the church." "Of course. I am a man of my…
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Carlos led his soldiers to raid a particular establishment in the eighth district. As soon as he kicked the entrance open with a bang, everyone inside halted as they gaze at the door at the same time. "Someone had tipped us regarding these illegal operations…" Carlos stated the reason for their arrival with a voice coming from his chest. "… this place is now seized under the imperial law… failure to comply will face grave punishments…" As the eighth prince spoke, some who were far away from the…
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One of the illegal businesses and the one that generated a great sum of money to fund Joaquin's campaign was the gambling house, located right in the eighth district. Although gambling was a good business to drain people's wealth, there were more disturbing things that were happening inside that not everyone was aware of. This particular establishment had also become the center of the drug trade. And the man who was the biggest distributor of this was none other than the crown prince. The only reason…
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Inside a private lounge in an establishment situated closest to the outskirt of the capital, a group of angry men sat around the oval oak table. On the far end was Ismael wearing an ugly frown as he listened to the men's endless war of words regarding Joaquin's scheme. "Enough!" he slammed his palm against the table when he had enough of this squabble. "Debating endlessly will not resolve the problem. The incident today is a mere display of power since His Majesty hadn't been involving himself in the…
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When Joaquin opened the curtains, his eyes immediately landed on the cage. The emperor was reaching out, arms slid in between the metal bars, producing animal grunts. The longer he looked, the more the side of his lips curled up into a smirk. A look of delight flickered across his eyes while looking down on his father. "I had conducted a thorough investigation regarding the incident of the severed head, Your Majesty. We had found the culprit." His eyes glinted once again, reporting formally, despite…
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