1503 The Big day Is Finally Here
Like so, the day passed on swiftly.
And in a blink of an eye, nighttime was here.
Some were elated, looking toward the Coronation, thinking nothing of it. But behind the shadows, many forces were preparing for the 'big day' in their own special way.
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--Dark Vine Courtyard, Lampard Grand Estate--
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A young, devilishly handsome blue-toned man sat on an exquisite long chair with several delicacies before him.
His hair and eyes were jet black, his fingernails permanently colored white from birth, and his body in-between burley and lean.
His long hair had 2 braided strands tied back with the rest of his hair in a ponytail.
The man leaned back nonchalantly, with his legs apart and one hand on his chin.
He lazily stared at the maids bringing in his night meal.
It was customary for him to have a meal with his family during supper. But with tomorrow's matters, everyone was busily making preparations of their own. And at the moment, only he was around in the estate.
His father, brother, and siblings were out.
He had returned a while back, realizing he was the first to arrive.
The man shrugged, knowing fate was set in place for now, and his family couldn't make a move until a few more years later.
He didn't know the particular reason but only got a brief confirmation that the mysterious people behind his mother had specific instructions that had to be followed.
Hmmm...
"Leave me."
"Yes, young master." The many maids spoke out, blushing hard while leaving the room.
No matter how many times they saw the youngster, his handsome face was even deadlier the longer one stared at him.
With a mother like Camila, how could he not be good-looking?
The 18-year-old Toro was Camila's 1st son, the one she planned to initially take the throne.
However, their initial and would have to wait thanks to his distant Uncle, his mother's cousin Duke Cletus.
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The young man swirled his cup of grape wine, watching the many blushing ladies exit the room.
"Silver Arrow."
Swish.
"Master!"
A man dressed in all black appeared from the shadows with one knee on the ground.
He had been with Young master Toro for over 10 years now.
"Report."
"Master, the forces behind the madam are too powerful to investigate. No matter how we tried, they seemed to evade our every defense and plans. But this one thinks their skill set should belong to Morgany."
"Oh?"
The corners of Toro's lips raised slightly.
He had expected this much.
"In that case, tell the men to fall back completely... I'd like to see just how powerful these mysterious strangers truly are."
It would be a lie to say he wasn't unwilling.
Just a few days ago, his mother told him to stop all operations for their plans for the throne.
That is, since the late monarch died, do you know how many reinforcements he had written letters to nearby, asking them to leave the secret fortresses and head on to the Capital for war?
Not only that. He had purchased enough black power to blow Gregory to dust.
No!
By the time he would be done, even dust would be an understatement.
He planned to wipe out Gregory's entire existence like putting off a flame on a single strand of hay.
Everything had been going so well until his mother spat those words to put all operations at a halt.
So how could he not be unwilling?
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Heh.
The young man did agree with his mother on the surface but still decided not only to investigate things further but understand who this new 'power force' was.
Who was behind his mother? Were their thoughts pure? What exactly do they want from his mother?
For himself, Toro knew he was cruel, violent, and murderous. But for his family, in particular, his mother, he could rip out a thousand hearts and present them to her.
She was one of his life weaknesses. His love for her was real.
So investigating who suddenly 'supported' her was something he did without question.
"Morgany..."
Toro murmured underneath his breath.
For his mother to join any forces in the shadows, he knew she was doing for the family, in particular, himself.
Listening to the words 'Morgany,' for some reason, he felt relaxed.
Morgany was famous for never breaking their promises, no matter how high they stood.
If they promised someone something, they would do it even if it costs them a lot.
"At least she didn't join these many useless associations around."
"Master, I think so too." The guard humbly responded with his head still lowered to the ground.
Heh.
Toro dropped a grace unto his mouth, giving a sly smile. "As expected of mother. She's always one step ahead of me in all her thoughts... I don't know why we have to leave that bastard uncle of mine to take the throne. But I'm sure mother knows best."
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With his cup in his hand, he calmly rose to his feet, walking towards the open balcony in the far corner of the room.
"You only have now till sunrise to pass my orders. Tomorrow, we'll only be spectators... Unless mother is in danger. Now, go."
Whoosh!
The man in black vanished, leaning Toro alone, staring at the stars above.
"This little delay means nothing..." He murdered, releasing a deadly aura to his surroundings.
Soon, the throne will be his!
As for his dear distant cousin Gregory, it looks like his time was up.
Tomorrow was bound to be his death day.
"Should I wear black?"
Hehehehhe...
He looked forward to what surprises these influential people from Morgany would bring.
"I hope you won't disappoint me."
Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.
Time blinked away, having many looking at the starry skies.
And soon, they fell to their beds, slowly feeling the Sandman's snuggly embrace.
Zzzzzzz~~~
The moon stayed high, and in a flutter, the sun began to rise.
And before many knew it, it was a brand new day.
Yes! The big day was here!
