The Castle Has Been Breached

King Adrian's POV.

Watching the delicate face of Ana from close up as she sleeps is the most wondrous thing I could ever ask for. Her light snores sounds melodious to my ears as I find myself, brushing her hair.

The sheets covers her nudity, bringing me back to last night. Closing my eyes in bliss, the sound of my cellphone wakes me abruptly and I pick it up from the cabinet next to bed before checking the screen. As I see that it's Lucas, I quickly place the call next to my ears.

"Brother." I greet as I turn myself into a sitting position, then put on a slippers. I start to walk out of the room.

"Adrian." Lucas says from the other line. His voice sounds panicky.

"Is something wrong? Lucas!" I breath out. Just as I finish asking, Lucas says with dread.

"We've been attacked."

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"How the hell did the Harlow's invade the castle?" I shout at Lucas to overcome the pandemonium sounds that's filled the whole premises.

From my sides, I see the humans being transported by some of Oliver's men to a safe place. There are few of his men, fighting just outside the castle to stop some of the Harlow's from finally breaching us.

Lucas' eyes are glowing intensely, indicating that his monster and bivatar are ready to kill anyone. I, on the other side is still in my humanly form. The whole issue still seems baffling to me but I know this isn't the time to ask all questions.

"I don't know. I just received the report few minutes ago that the castle is being ambushed." Lucas replies. We both walk to the outside where Lorenzo, and the other commanders are except for Oliver.

Lucas adds as he bends water from the fountain that's making the roundabout of Oliver's penthouse's compound. "Where Liliana?" His concern shows clearly in his face and tone.

"In my penthouse. I've sent Alexandros to take care of her." I say, without sharing him a glance. My sight's focused on the catastrophe going on at the near distance, opposite from us.

"Where's Oliver?" I ask. All of my commanders are on a deadly stance. Their posture is terrifying.

Lucas' head tilt to mine. "He's with his beloved. Said, he'll soon join us. His men are at the front gate." He then says aloud for all of us- royals, including governor; Nicklaus and Louis to hear. "I'm suggesting we go to the main fight scene and destroy all of them." He says, referring to the Harlow's.

Before any other saying or agreement could come up, Oliver rushes over to us with a bent water beneath his feet, flying him mid-air.

"The dungeons has been breached too. This attack isn't to kill or harm us. I think the Harlow's are looking for something or perhaps..."

"Someone." I whisper and all heads snap over to me while my stare is laid onto the ground.

Liliana!

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Liliana's POV.

As my eyes flutter open, the first thing I find myself doing is to flash a smile. My hands lower the sheets to reduce the amount of heat clawing into my body. I stretch out my hands in hope to touch the muscular frame of Adrian but the other side is empty and that's when I bolt up to my side, making my hair sprawl, scatteringly around my face and back.

Wandering sideways but to no sight of Adrian, I huff and blow my hair away from my face before sitting up to put on my flip-flops. Realization quickly dawn on me, noticing that I'm bare naked.

"Oh..." I trail off and rush over to the closet while the sheets are clutched onto my body. I shouldn't be covering myself from Adrian since he's seen me but yesterday's night was less embarrassing because I'm horny.

After putting on one of Adrian's shirt that's embedded with his scent, I walk out of the room to the corridor, still haven't had a glimpse of his frame. Where the hell is he? I just hope he hasn't left or something.

I scrap my legs against the tiled floor as I move to the kitchen when scents of foods flourishes into my nostrils. Can't believe the king of all benders is actually cooking. Maybe I'll take a picture of him while he cooks and send it to Lucas.

When I reach the kitchen, I halt on my track and quickly pull Adrian's shirt, firmly downwards to reach my knees but due to the type of material it is, it doesn't stretch as I feel the colours, draining off my face in embarrassment.

"H-hey." I force out a smile with a strained voice. My knees buckle together to cover any open space when Mr Meany's face turns to me. His eye's flare and he quickly looks away.

"Um...hi." He says, after a few seconds he chuckles. Then, he regains himself.

"Are this..." I trail off and he helps me, completing the words for me.

"Yeah. Breakfast." He smiles. So, Mr Meany's the cook and he's quite in the talkative mood.

"I didn't know, you can cook." I continue to say just to avoid any awkward silences.

"I do. Well, sometimes. My duty's not to only guard." He smiles while I walk closer to sit on the dining table where plates of; pancakes and ketchup, sandwiches and flat breads, bacon and eggs, rice and meat stew, cupcakes and a kettle of warm tea are dished on.

"Thanks. Mind if I ask?" He shakes his head. "Where's..." I trail off again, not thinking of what to say before. Do I say king Adrian or just Adrian.

Once again, Mr Meany decides to save me. "He's went to address some important issue. Soon will be back."

He start to approach the exit but I quickly call his attention. "Please stay, Mr meany." I already blurt out before realizing the tone I had used. I've never called him by his nickname before in his presence but when he looks back, he kinds of doesn't seem offended and I guess that's a good sign.

"Mr Meany?" He walks back to the dinning room and plop down onto the golden stool-like dining table, lightly.

"Um...that came out wrong." I say, unsurely. He doesn't seem to buy it.

"Really?" He ask. "I've heard you call me that sometimes, mostly through murmurs." He adds.

I pick up some pancakes into the plate, all while battling myself, inwardly. I called him back because I needed to apologize for slapping him. I realize that he was just doing his job and the main person, who I'm suppose to get mad at, was actually the one whose name I was moaning last night. How bad of me to be a disciplinarian.

My gaze glances over to Mr Meany for a second but his facial expression gives off a suspicious vibe. Something is wrong with him. Just when I start to say anything, he cuts me off.

"You didn't murmur Mr Meany." What? Now I'm the one carrying a confused expression. "You're gaining the real traits of the queen of all benders. Your barriers of mind-linking us- royals...are opening."

Just as I'm about to tell him how confused I am and apologize for slapping him, hotly. A earth-swallowing explosion booms into the kitchen all before my humanly brain could interpret it.

The effect of the fire rushes over to the flammable cooking materials, making a hefty gusty wave of fire to explode straight towards the dining area.

I yell. "Alexandros!"

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