Chaptre 1
Faye's POV :
It was a very cold winter night. The kind that carried a quiet, almost eerie
stillness. Even with this weather I like to stood on my balcony, my long blonde
hair drifting in the breeze as I gazed at the full moon , so bright, so
beautiful , so magnetic... Yet, a strange sense of unease clung to me, though I
tried to shake it off.
Tomorrow was my wedding day. I will marry Regis, the king of Regsialand , i know
his parents wasn't creative for the name... Anyway he is The boy who had grown
into the man I loved that i cherished .
But love had not always been my companion.
I was born a princess , not a lady as now—to clarify I'm not Regsialand
princess , but of a kingdom lost to time and tragedy. My homeland, Lordor, had
been a thriving kingdom until the Night Terrors came eighteen years ago I was still
a kid then a six years old little girl. That night, the world I knew burned.
Shadows cloaked the land, creatures of nightmare tearing through walls,
slaughtering innocents. My parents, my brother, my older sister… they all
perished. I was only a child when I watched my family die, my hands stained
with their blood as I tried to wake them.The only member of my family that
escaped that night was only me and my white cat Bridgette …
How did I survive ? I would have died too if not for Ragar, the king of
Regsialand And Regis father . He found me in the ruins hugging Bridgette ,
barely breathing, and took me in. He gave me a home, a future. And through the
years, I found solace in his son, Regis. We grew together, two souls bound by
fate, until friendship turned to love.
And now, I was to be his queen.
Lost in memories, I barely noticed the shift in the air—the feeling of
something behind me.
I turned, expecting my dear Regis or perhaps a royal guard. But it wasn't.
A masked man stood in the shadows. The moonlight caught the gigantic
vertical scar running across his left eye. His presence sent a chill down my
spine, instinct screaming at me to run.
Before I could react, he struck.
A knife, its hilt decorated with a red flower a Poppy flower exactly, plunged into my chest .
Intense Pain. Burning, overwhelming pain.
The man yanked the blade free, and I crumpled. My vision blurred, breath
shallow. My fingers trembled as I reached toward the darkness, trying to hold
on. I needed to call out. Needed Regis.
I Screamed !
"Regis… help…"
Footsteps. A door bursting open.
Regis.
His eyes widened in horror as he rushed to me, falling to his knees. His
hands trembled as he cupped my cheek, his warmth barely touching the cold
creeping into my skin. He was shouting—at the guards, at the world—but I
couldn't hear him.
I was too much in pain to hear anything…
I had only enough strength left to look into his eyes, the love I felt for
him shining through my fading vision.
"Re… Regis… I… I love you…"
Then, darkness.
A blackout.
Regis POV :
A loud scream. A sound that ripped through the quiet halls like a blade.
It's Faye.
I ran, my heart pounding, my mind refusing to accept what I already feared.
Bursting into her chambers, I froze for a split second—her once-elegant and
pristine room now a scene of horror. Faye lay near the open balcony where she
always like to stand even in the coldest night , her gown stained with crimson,
her fragile body trembling. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air.
A figure dressed in black darted out onto the balcony, vanishing into the
night. I barely saw his back before he disappeared.
"After him!" I barked at the nearest guards. "Find him! Now!"
The others rushed past me, their footsteps pounding against the marble
floor.
But I had no time to waste on the assassin. Faye needed me.
I dropped to my knees beside her, gently taking her cold, delicate hand in
mine. My voice trembled, but I forced strength into it for her sake.
"Don't be afraid, love," I whispered. "I'm here. I'm right here."
Her beautiful blue eyes fluttered open, weak yet filled with so much
emotion. She smiled, her lips barely parting as she struggled to speak.
"R… Regis… I… I love you…"
Her voice was a fading whisper, each word a dagger to my soul.
Tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "No, Faye. Stay
with me. Stay—"
A violent shudder ran through her body, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Call doctor bert now !" I roared, my desperation echoing through the halls.
I clutched her closer, willing my warmth to reach her, to keep her here with
me.
Her fingers twitched weakly in mine, her lips parting as if she wanted to
say something more. But no words came.
A silence more terrifying than any battle i had settled over the room.
I pressed my forehead against hers.
She couldn't leave me. Not like this.
Not now.
The royal doctor Navis came and checked Faye. His expression darkened, and
after a long pause, he looked at me and declared the words I never wanted to
hear.
"She's gone, Your Majesty. There is no pulse anymore sorry ..."
For a moment, the world stopped. My breath hitched in my throat, and an
unbearable silence filled the room. Then, rage and despair exploded from within
me.
"No! No No " I screamed, grabbing the doctor by the collar. "How Dare you
useless old men go and Tell all the doctors in the kingdom to come to the royal
throne room by tomorrow or I will make you regret ! Whoever brings Faye back to
life will be granted anything they desire. Spread the news across the land!"
The Doctor and guards rushed to follow my command, and within hours, the
entire kingdom knew of Faye's death. The palace halls buzzed with whispers, and
soon, hopefuls began to arrive. Five doctors stood before me, each claiming
they could revive her.
I studied them carefully. Four of them were exactly what I expected—older
men with wrinkled faces and wise eyes they looked as professional . But one
stood out. He was young, strikingly handsome, with unruly white hair and
piercing red eyes. He looked nothing like the other physicians of Regsialand he
was different.
Curious, I leaned toward my tallest and most trusted guard, Hector.
"Hector Who is the one with white hair?" I whispered.
He glanced at the man and answered, "Bom, my king. He is a New doctor."
"His New and his name is Bom?" I muttered, raising an eyebrow.
Turning my attention to the assembled doctors, I addressed them sternly.
"Let's begin. Doctor Jeff, you will go first. Faye is lying on the Operation bed
to your left. Do your best, and you will have the world at your feet."
Doctor Jeff's eyes gleamed with greed. He rushed to Faye's side and poured a
shimmering serum into her mouth. We all waited. Seconds passed. Then minutes.
But nothing happened.
"So Useless you disappointed me doctor Jeff," I growled. "Guards, take him
to prison."
Jeff's eyes widened in panic. "Wait! What? Why ? You never said failure
meant imprisonment my Lord !"
I smirked coldly. "Well, now they all know. Thanks to you my dear."
The guards dragged him away, kicking and screaming. The remaining three
doctors stepped forward, each worse than the last. One attempted a CPR on a
corpse Imagine is he stupid ? . Another gave her a massage tell me I'm dreaming,
as if that would bring her back ! The last one was so terrified that he
peed himself before even trying anything.why I only have useless doctors in my Kingdom !
"Get them out of my sight," I ordered, utterly disgusted. They were all
taken to keep Jeff company in the dungeon at least he will not stay alone .
That left only one. Bom.the youngest one, if old experimented doctors failed
so imagine a new one …
The young doctor smirked as he stepped forward. "Before I begin, my Lord, I
need three things urgently ."
I narrowed my eyes. "Bring her back first, and you will have whatever you
want."
Bom simply grinned and shook his head. "No, no. I need them now." His red
eyes sparkled with amusement, as if he was enjoying this like a game.
Hector, ever loyal, took a step forward. "How dare you give the king an
order servant ?!"
Bom chuckled. "At least I'm confident that I can bring her backyour dear
beautiful Faye ! "
My fists clenched. "Then do it!"
He lazily sat down on a chair. "Not until I get my three things."
I exhaled sharply, my patience wearing thin. "What do you want?"
Bom held up three fingers. "One—become part of the royal family. Two—money.
Three—chickens."
I blinked. "Wait… you want all that… and chickens seriously ?"
Bom shrugged. "I'm your last hope, Your Highness. Accept, or refuse. Your
choice."
My hand instinctively reached for my sword. "Do you want me to kill you or
what ?"
Bom let out a loud, almost maniacal laugh. "Try. If you can , try to catch me !
."
Hector, along with my two other most trusted guards, Clavis and Bob, lunged
at him. They were the best fighters in the kingdom. But Bom… he was faster stronger
flexible !
Like a phantom,a ninja , he dodged every strike, moving with inhuman speed.
My guards couldn't even touch him. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he
performed some strange magic that sent all three of them levitating into the
air. Their weapons clattered to the ground.
Before I could react, he grabbed one of the fallen swords and walked toward
me.
"No! My King! Run" my guards shouted, struggling in vain.
But a real King never run …
Bom's smirk never faltered. He stood inches away from me and, without
hesitation, plunged the sword into his own stomach.
The room fell into stunned silence. No blood spilled. No pain showed on his
face. He simply pulled the blade out, unfazed.
We were all frozen in shock.we couldn't move .
Then, with an eerie grin, he turned to the guards and casually threw them to
the ground. They groaned in pain, rubbing their sore limbs.
"I told you," Bom said, dusting himself off. "Give me my three things, and
everyone will be happy easy ."
He smiled again, this time wider, as if he had already won.
Or because he really won !
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