It was late in the evening when they arrived back at Crescent village.
Francis alighted from his horse as fast as he could. He didn't bother taking his horse back to it's place like he used to.
As he walked by, everyone bowed but he seed more angry than usual. Francis was never really in a good mood but that day was quite different.
Francis stord into his room where the old man waited for him. The mont Francis walked in, the man fell to his knees.
"Your majesty, I hope that you listened to my advice and you left the people at silver village alone," the man asked.
Francis didn't give a response, he only paced around with his hands rubbing his head.
The old seer, Sir. Oliver finally raised his head. Seeing Francis's deanour, he knew sothing was wrong. Francis was never bothered by anything, not even the greatest and most worriso things.
"Your majesty....is everything okay?" Sir. Oliver asked calmly.
"Everything is wrong, Oliver!" Francis sneered and the lanterns in the room broke. Sir. Oliver stepped back.
"I would have seen it if there's trouble," Sir. Oliver mouthed with confusion.
"Every single thing is wrong! Oliver! Nothing is right! Why didn't you tell !" Francis seethed.
"I do not understand what you an, your majesty. Did anything happen at Silver Village?" Sir. Oliver asked taking steps backwards. He knew the best thing he could do for himself that mont was to get far from Francis as much as he could.
"I saw a girl at Silver Village, King Lucas's first daughter. I....I felt threatened," Francis hesitantly revealed.
Sir. Oliver's eyes creased. "Threatened?" He asked. "Did you notice anything your majesty?" Sir Oliver asked with a sense of urgency in his voice.
"Look into my eyes," Francis ordered.
"Your majesty....I wouldn't dare to...to look into your eyes."
"Look into my eyes!" Francis yelled and the old man was left shivering. He was confused and he didn't understand what was going on.
Francis was always strict on never being looked in the eyes...he just didn't understand what he was suddenly requesting for it.
Francis held the old man by his head, making him face him directly. Francis kept looking into sir Oliver's eyes as if he was waiting for sothing.
He threw the man sideways and walked towards the window.
"Your Majesty," Sir. Oliver called, trying not to fall.
"I couldn't look into her eyes. It burned," Francis revealed, with a sense of fear in his voice.
Sir. Oliver's breathe siezed for a minute. "It can't happen," Sir. Oliver mouthed.
"When I looked into her eyes, it felt like eyes were going to lt. I had never felt so much pain my whole life. It...it seems like she felt the sa way too. She reacted," Francis revealed. "And...and when I tried to strangle her, I could only suspend her for a few seconds before I lost control of her. Everything else that I tried afterwards didn't work! I felt powerless!" Francis yelled and Sir. Oliver rushed towards Francis's bed to pick a book he kept under it.
He opened the book shakily. "She can't be the girl from the prophesy, can she?" Sir. Oliver asked.
"The prophesy? I thought you told King. Harrington's daughter was the one who was destined to kill . I killed her the mont you told . How could it be her!" Francis yelled, loosing his patience.
Sir. Oliver flinched. "I am sorry your majesty, but I guess we were wrong. It says here that everything about her seems like a curse. There would be a repelling force between you two," Sir. Oliver revealed.
"Why didn't you tell all of this before! We killed soone that didn't even matter. The girls na is Mala! It ans evil! She's the one....and I can't even kill her," Francis said, letting out a scoff.
"I am just as worried as you are, your highness. I really do not know what we have to do, but the girl surely must die," Sir. Oliver said.
"Check the book. Check everywhere, there has to be sothing!"
"I am afraid your highness, that there is nothing that we can do about it. We can only make preventions," Sir. Oliver said.
"Preventions? Does my life seem like a joke to you? I lived my whole life perfectly, only for to be threatened by Mala?"
"Now we have only one choice, your highness, you have to attack her at her weakest," Sir Oliver spoke.
"I am powerless around her," Francis remainded.
"I am aware, your majesty. I am sure she sohow attracted to you, like every woman here in Crescent and beyond. You're a fine man, your highness. Use it against her," Sir. Oliver said.
Francis took a while to release a self mocking laughter. "So you want to use my looks to get what I want like so cheap man? You want to fool around with a woman just to get to her? I would do anything. I would kill, burn and hate, but I would never stand so low and succumb to a re woman," Francis flatly answered.
"But your majesty," Sir. Oliver protested.
"Kill her yourself if you must."
"You'll die," Sir. Oliver said and Francis stopped. He never felt threatened by the word death, not until that mont. "she has the power to kill you but I am sure she doesn't know if it yet. It's better that you have her under your control and end her before she figures it out. I have a way out, but it won't work unless she loves you," Sir. Oliver said.
Francis sat at the edge of the bed and held his head. "If I...if I make her love , then what happens next?" He asked.
"We'll bury her alive on the night when you beco a full beast," Oliver answered.
"It's about four full moons away. It's far," Francis yelled.
"We do not have a choice but to wait," Sir Oliver answered.
"Leave. I'll think about it," Francis ordered.
"Yes, your majesty, but be careful. In everything you do, do not fall in love with the curse," Sir. Oliver warned.
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