I Don't Want Her diead

Chapter 26

"Master, info has it that the coronation would be at an all time high once the sun sets, I think that would be the best time to attack." They discuss as they walked round the garden, the workers making sure it was neat and beautiful,

"And?" Mace was expecting him to say more which he complied,

"The princess is going to be crowned by her father, at the centre of the throne room and then led to officially sit on the throne with everyone present. They would be surrounded by a large number of people so it would be easy to kill her through our spies." Now Mace was liking Czar even more,

"I don't want her dead, I want her brought to me then I would end her myself." He eyed his blade and imagined her blood dripping from it as he severed her head,

"That can also be achieved but there is an issue." He takes his time as he stared at a maid, curvy on all sides and her exposed thighs brought him a wave of deep pleasure, "master, what do you think about her?" He directs his gaze to see who he was referring to, "she is beyond beautiful." He licked his lips.

Mace noticed the lust in his eyes, "if you want her then you can have her." He shrugs nonchalantly, Czar is surprised by his generousity,

"How can I thank you enough? I've been looking at her for quite some time now." He manages to take his eyes off her before he lost all control, "the issue with kidnapping her is the people she would be surrounded by, Beta Xerxes would prefer to kill everyone before they touch his gem, and he has a lot of men he uses to protect her so if we want to get to her then we need to take down all of them and it might not be possible."

"I don't care what you do, just make it possible, I want to kill her myself." He finalized and he walked ahead, Czar scoffs before turning his attention to the maid, he advances to her to have a better look at what she was doing,

"Hello," he introduced himself and this makes her scared, he wasn't supposed to be friendly, "may I have a rose?" He asks her and she nods without saying a word, she plucks one and gives it to him, examining it as he has a smug grin on his face, "you're a lot like this rose."

"Excuse me?" She is genuinely confused,

"I want to see you, later tonight, make sure you're done with all your work." He caresses her cheek, his hands slowly running down her cleavage, her knees are knocking so hard he could hear it, and that is what he loved most, the fear in her eyes, "I would be expecting you." He keeps the rose and leaves her. She couldn't say no although she didn't want to be with him.

He lay motionless on his bed, daydreaming about what they could have been, her words still hurt him till today,

"I work for Queen Arcadia now,"

"Will you marry me? I love you Loki."

"Let's just forget everything, let's run away together!"

It was record on repeat, it couldn't stop coming back to him even when he tried to forget, he looked at the red scarf she knitted him when they started seeing each other, it has a beautiful embroidery of a rose on it, he couldn't let this part of her leave him.

"What do I do?" He still wasn't sure if his decision was the right one, he could've run away with the love of his life and be with her, but he couldn't leave his brother. Mace brought him from the dust and into his service, before no one wanted to look at Loki as he was the result of an affair between a witch and a wolf.

His mother was always harassed in front of his eyes until she was stoned to death, he withdrew into himself and had to find a way to survive, until he met Mace. They were just kids and Mace was playing around until he sprained his ankle, he was so confused as to whether he should help the boy or not but his good nature got the best of him.

He took him to his shabby abode, where he stayed all alone, and helped him with his sprain, he never forgot the green in his eyes and Loki never forgot his Amber ones.

Now he had finally found love and he was ready to die for Sheila but he didn't know if he should leave Mace for it. They both gave him love and he would be nothing without either of them. He wished he could have them both.

A knock is heard on the door and he turns to it, not standing from his awkward position. His legs were wide apart and his head was hanging from the bed,

"What are you doing?" Mace cocks his brow to see his brother in a depressed state, "I called you but you refused to answer, what is wrong with you Loki?" He moves closer to him to slam a pillow on his head, making him fall off the bed, but even with that he still remained unresponsive, "look at what she has done to you!! You are depressed because of a woman," he rubs the annoyance off his face.

"You won't understand." It was all he could bring himself to say. His heart was aching to have her in his arms, to love her the way he wanted to.

"It's you who doesn't understand, you're too soft on her and you let her play you, if you liked her then you should've taken her without hesitation." His words hurt but Loki was already numb, "brother," he softens up, "what does she look like? She would have no choice but to accept you, I do not like it when you're in this mood." He managed to pull him back to his bed but he was flipped awkwardly, "I can't have a heart broken Beta."

"Leave me alone Mace, I just want to live in her memories." He holds the scarf closer to his heart, he noticed the rose embroidery on it and this made him awfully suspicious of the woman he was seeing as he had developed Enmity with Arcadia's clan.

"Loki, who exactly is Sheila?" He need to know or there would be trouble in paradise, "you have been seeing her for more than a year and I have never seen her face or heard her voice, is there something you do not want me to know?"

"There is nothing about Sheila, she is just a wolf in a pack that I was unfortunate to fall in love with," he throws it under the carpet,

"You met with her a few nights ago? Did she say something that hurt you? I'm sure she rejected you didn't she?" He kept throwing questions at him in a desperate bid that he would answer at least one.

"Sheila didn't reject me, I rejected her." He pulls the scarf above his face to cover his vision,

"But why?" He stares at him, Hoping he would answer the question,

"She—"

"Master!! We have a bit of a problem." Both men blink rapidly at the guard that barged in unannounced, to Mace it was rude but Loki was more concerned with the news he had brought, "a stray woman fell in our perimeters, she's unconscious as we speak. For all I know she could be a spy from princess Arcadia."

The word 'spy' made the men fly to their feet to check out what she looked like, if perhaps one of them knew her. They rush to the maid's quarters to see the women attending to her, rubbing her feet and hands to make sure they do not lose her to the cold grasp of death. The moment Loki set her eyes on her he felt remorse, he moves closer to her and places his left hand on her bare chest, a green energy glowing and sinking into her soul, he steps back after a few moments,

"She is pure, no bad intentions whatsoever, but a lot of her is still hidden at the same time. I think she has been subjected to a curse." Everyone stares at him, "Mace...." He turned to his brother as he examined her too.

She looked elderly, not entirely the spring chicken, she was decorated with scars and dirt, her skin was soft but it was extremely dirty since she hasn't been managed. Her black hair was already having strands of grey, confirming that she was ageing,

"She looks like she came out of a war." He turned her head to the side to see a birth mark, situated just behind her ear, for an old woman she could steal a man's heart irrespective, "I'm not sure if we should keep her, she could be a spy."

"We can't leave her to die too, the best we can do is keep a very close eye on her, but she has been influenced by magic." His hands trace her scars, and then her body began to warm up, "my spell is working, she should be awake in a few hours and then we can interrogate her."

Mace still looked distraught, it felt like he had seen the woman before or probably he knows her. But he can't remember. Whoever she is, she would be kept under strict supervision.