Chapter 92: Order To Return
Maximus stared at the wall of water once again. It seems like Julius is not going to talk more after he expressed his decision to accept Alexandra as his wife although she is the prophesied destroyer of their Kingdom.
Well, he cannot blame Julius. Only he knows who she is. She is not a destroyer. She is someone who protects. That prophesy... must be influenced by Adonis Lukyan as that prophesy of the Dracorys returning seems to have originated around that time.
«That utter shite!»
He clenched his jaws and closed his eyes as he remembered that fateful day. He was enraged that day after hearing what he did to Alexandra. That night as he ran away from her after getting needlessly too stunned for kissing her, he only remembered darkness. When he woke up he was in the torture chamber with his hands and feet tied up.
He should agree, those men that were left in charge, did live up to their names of Shrews. Well, unlike the real shrews, they didn’t dare to paralyze him. They just ripped him apart making him scream in pain. He was in and out of consciousness but he thought they ate him. Or he was just hallucinating. He’s not sure. It was too painful.
He had no sense of time as he was kept in a dark place all the time, but some time before the Coxcomb came for him, Luke came for a visit. He was in so much pain that he couldn’t understand the doublespeak coming out of his curse noble mouth. But Luke was insinuating that he wants Alexandra constrained for some reason. He offered the post of Prime Minister if he kneels only for him and when he laughed at his face for such an idiotic offer, Luke started threatening that their legion would be the first to be sacrificed if he didn’t get in line.
Well, he remembered spitting on Luke’s face to give him a clear answer. And maybe that sissy got back at him by spitting on Alexandra.
He was a well-known coward hiding behind a woman to save himself, after all!
And then she came... He thought she would share the same fate as him and he wanted her to leave. He didn’t know where he got that strength to talk. But something possessed him to urge her to leave.
But something different happened. She healed him... With a kiss. She healed the marks of hours of torture not only on his body but also in his mind.
But her soft lips... They reminded him of that night.
When he saw her gleaming appearance as she controlled the darkness using the Heavenly Flame, he saw bits and pieces of her past.