Chapter 89: The king is losing his mind.
Mixed POVS
“My king, please.” Allora choked out, her voice hoarse, barely a breath.
Raphael’s grip tightened around her throat, cutting off what little air she had left.
“Please what?” His voice was smooth, deadly. “Did you know my mate would beg?” His eyes were dark. Cold and menacing. Raphael wasn't the one speaking. It was the beast.
Tears streamed down Allora’s face. “Yes… I am sorry.” Her nails dug into his wrist, a feeble attempt to loosen his grip.
Raphael watched her struggle, his expression unreadable. "I can heal the Queen.” She suddenly said, “Please, don’t kill me. Give me one more chance,” she chokes out. Her eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets.
For the first time, something flashes in Raphael's gaze. “Really? If you could, why didn’t you do it, all this while?”
Allora coughed violently as his fingers eased slightly. “Because… I was hiding my powers from the Holies. They work for the Empress and Emperor.” She looked so pitiful.
A slow hum left Raphael’s lips, thoughtful. And then, without warning, he dropped her.
Allora hit the ground hard, her body curling inward as she gasped for air, hands flying to her throat.
Raphael turned without another word, striding toward the exit.
“My king, please!” Allora’s voice cracked. “If you attack the Netherlands, please spare my family. Spare my mother and siblings. They are innocent. We are innocent! Most of the people of the Netherlands are! It’s the nobles that are the problem.”
She pressed her forehead against the filthy stone floor, hands clenched into fists.
Raphael halted. Stunned that even in her current state, she was still pleading for her family that might have likely abandoned her.
“You dare bargain with me?” Raphael asked incredulously.
“No, my king.” She sobbed. “I am just a daughter desperate to save her family. Please… spare them.”
A slow exhale, from Allora, who was scared shitless.
“Hmmm…” Raphael hummed.
A long pause stretched between them before he finally spoke again.
“I will.” Allora’s entire body sagged in relief.
“As long as you can heal Ava.” He added. And then he turned once more to leave. But she couldn’t let him leave just yet.
“My king,” she called out in a small voice. “ Your descent into madness is drawing near.” Raphael stilled. Almost everyone knows that. Although, it was a secret to the outsiders was the Holies.
Allora forced herself upright, energized by his silence, her hands shook as she spoke.
“Your mana core is almost broken right?” she whispered. “If you don’t do something, the beast will take over, and you won’t have a say over your body.”
Slowly, Raphael turned to face her. For the first time, since forever, there was something else other than rage in his gaze. It was Surprise.
“How do you know this?”
“ We, Neatherlandals can smell energies and tell them apart. Yours is becoming dark, which isn't yours.”
Raphael,a little doubtful of Allora, decides to look through her mind and read it. ‘ I feel sorry for him.’ ‘ Having such power within him must not be easy.’
She pitied him. For a moment, Raphael just stood there still reading her mind. He hadn't seen anyone as pure as Ava, but Allora right here had that pure white golden aura around her.
And it seems she is a seer and not just an energy sensor. And she can heal too. Will she be able to heal her? Raphael thought. Hope blooming in his heart.
“My king,” Allora called out, drawing him from his thoughts.
“ I might not be able to heal you,” she admitted, voice trembling. “But I heard there is a clan within your kingdom that wields mana. Go to them, and they will pour in the purest of their mana to heal your cracked core.”
A pause.
And then, carefully, she added, “And if possible… Could you please stop supplying mana to the Queen? That’s the only way your core won’t collapse against you.”
Raphael said nothing. Then, without another word, he turned and walked out.
His voice echoed through the mind-link as he called out to caleb to arrange an emergency court meeting.
\~~~COURT HALL~~
“ Oh hail, the sun and moon of Lystra,” the ministers and councils chorused as they bowed their heads.
Raphael strode passed them, his eyes a bit calmer now, knowing that Allora might have a way to save his mate. He sits on his throne and all the standing men and women follow suit.
The ministers bowed their heads in a hush quietness, out of fear, more ministers rushed in, their faces pale, their hands clammy. No one wanted to risk angering the king. Knowing he was on the verge of insanity.
When they were all seated, Raphael leaned forward, his voice cold, merciless.
“The Netherlands Kingdom dared to harm my mate under my nose.” His fingers tapped against the armrest of his throne, slow and deliberate. “We will burn them to the ground, so other kingdoms will learn.”
A tense silence fell on the already quiet hall. The ministers glanced at each other, too afraid to speak.
Then, Anastasia stepped forward, her expression calm but determined.
“I will lead the troops if you wish, Your Highness.” The ministers threw her angry glares but no one dared to speak up first.
A slow nod from the King. “You can.”
The court was dismissed, but before she could leave, Anastasia turned back to him.
“If I win this war, my king, I ask for one request.”
Raphael studied her. Then, finally, he nodded once.
The people prepared for the war,scared their king was returning to his old ways of bloodshed.
Fear fell on the kingdom, but something about powerful kings with unlimited power, no one can speak up out of fear.
The war was brutal.
The Netherlands Kingdom burned, obliterated almost to the ground.
And when they had nothing left, when their cities lay in ruin and their armies were nothing but corpses rotting in the streets, they surrendered.
They begged for mercy.
Raphael, standing at the heart of their broken kingdom, stared down at the kneeling nobles, his face expressionless.
For a moment, he considered it. He could spare them. But Grey had other plans.
Darkness bled into his vision, the edges of his mind fracturing. Before Raphael could stop him, Grey took over.
And when it was over, the royal household of the Netherlands was no more.
All except for Allora’s mother and siblings.
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