Chapter 217
This staircase leads them up to another door and through the door another, followed by another, all with several locks.
‘I don’t remember a tower from the outside,’ the woman thought, quietly following King Thorvald and Shysie up the wide stone spiral staircase.
The difference between the final door and all the other doors was that not only did it have locks, but also a guard.
King Thorvald whispered a few words to the guard that Shysie can not hear, even with her vampire hearing, but it does not matter as she knew the words as King Thorvald has trusted her to feed his pet before.
“Please turn around and look the other way,” the guard asked, and even King Thorvald obeyed. King Thorvald set it up this way so that if he was under attack that the information as to where the guard kept the keys can not even be extracted from him. The guard will end his own life if he felt threatened. King Thorvald’s enchantress is the only one besides the guard that knew the spell to reveal the keys that will unlock the door. But you need more than keys to unlock the door; it is also sealed with a spell that can only be unlocked with a rhyme that only King Thorvald knew as he made Shysie forget it every time.
After the guard mumbled a few words and retrieved the keys to unlock the door, King Thorvald and Shysie turned around. King Thorvald stepped up to the door, and the guard took his leave, standing outside the door they used to come into.
Shysie has seen King Thorvald’s pet many times. She even fed him humans, occasionally, but she always stayed fearful of him as his pet cannot be compelled or spelled by a shaman or an enchantress. His pet was believed to have died in the supernatural war, only back then he was not King Thorvald’s pet.
King Thorvald took a whip that was plated with pure silver off the wall when he stepped into the room.
“Hello, my pet,” King Thorvald greeted a man that was chained with silver shackles around his wrist and ankles.
The man just snarled at him through thick, long dreadlocks on his head and beard. The man was naked and resembled the attitude of a wild animal.
The woman was still outside the room and tries to retreat back the way she came.
“Come,” King Thorvald compelled her.
Fearfully, the woman stepped into the room. High above, she saw the black sky with a few stars shimmering.
The woman wanted to say that she had changed her mind, and that she wanted to go home, but she still could speak.
“Try not to kill her tonight,” King Thorvald said, patting his pet on the side of his head.
His pet snapped at him and it made King Thorvald angry. King Thorvald raised his hand with the whip and strikes his pet with the plated pure silver, making it retreat into a corner, moaning and crying through grind teeth.
“Don’t forget who saved you and is keeping you alive,” King Thorvald spat, about to walk out.
“I don’t want to be alive!” his pet shouted out in anger.
King Thorvald whipped him again. “I will decide whether you want to be alive or not!”
The woman cried in fear, wanting to go home, regretting ever listening to her friends, and at the same time wishing she can warn her friends.
"Makes love to him as you have never done before,” he compelled her before leaving.
Shysie followed King Thorvald out of the cell, pulling the door shut.
“You know as well as I do that he is just going to end up killing her. I don’t even know why you keep on trying,” Shysie said, putting the spell that King Thorvald removed from the door, back onto it, the way he taught her.
After they left, the guard put all the locks back onto the door before hanging the keys back onto the wall and putting his own spell over them so that no one can see them.
“Maybe he won't this time, you never know,” King Thorvald said, not believing himself.
“You have been doing this for forty-five years and he has been killing the woman for forty-five years,” Shysie said.
“I know, you remind me of it every time,” King Thorvald said, growing tired of her voice.
“Will you tell me today why you are keeping him alive and why you are trying to breed offspring from him?” Shysie asked.
“Will it shut you up?” King Thorvald asked, knowing it won’t.
“Yes,” Shysie said, not sure.
“You know, for the past forty years, we have been trying to end the Lycan royal family. The closest anyone has ever come to ending King Makens is my pet. If it wasn’t for that stupid Raven that warned him, we would have been ruling over the Lycans. So, even though I am hopeful for my pet not to kill a woman, it does not really matter if he does not. As long as he climaxes inside of them. I take his sperm from the dead woman’s body and implant it with fertilized eggs before implanting it in a surrogate,” King Thorvald explained.
“You want to tell me you have been doing this for the past forty years?” S asked, shocked.
“No, only since 2016 after the first successful hunter's birth. The only problem, it has never been successful. So here is me hoping that perhaps it happening naturally that it will lead to a successful birth,” King Theo explains.
“Have you ever thought of using supernatural eggs? Like a Lycan?” Shysie suggests.
“What do you think?” King Thorvald asked.
“Maybe there is something wrong with his sperm?” Shysie suggested again.
“There is nothing wrong with his sperm. You know as well as I do that. He has fathered over three hundred children,” King Thorvald said, wishing Shysie will stop with her useless ideas.
“Have you tried bringing a Lycan to him?” Shysie asked, thinking about the rogue she-wolves that are under Queen Amirah’s protection.
King Thorvald decided to ignore her suggestion, and was grateful when they finally reached the exit of the dungeons.
King Thorvald decided to stay inside tonight as he knew that the Lycans will all be shifting tonight as soon as the moon was hanging high in the middle of the sky.
‘If only they knew what I have in store for them,’ King Thorvald thought to himself with a grin on his face, thinking about his pet, an original werewolf, King Makens' brother, Prince Lowe. Four hundred and forty years ago, Prince Lowe declared himself king and set off the start of the Supernatural war. A millennium ago, the two brothers were born on the same day, one minute apart from two different mothers. King Makens's mother was a Lycan; a shifter that shifts into a full-blown wolf, walking on paws and shifting when they want. King Lowe’s mother was a Werewolf, a shifter that could only shift on a full moon and was half man, half wolf, with claws and walking on two legs. Their mothers ended up being married to the same human due to there being no royal Lycans or Werewolves around and their fathers marrying them off to the same human King to keep the peace between the supernatural world and the human world unaware that the human king has made a double deal. The deal got both woman’s families killed, by no other than King Thorvald himself, but nobody knew this. In memory of their fathers, they gave their sons their maiden names. King Lowe's mother naturally mated with the human King but because the human king had his eyes on King Maken's mother first, he wanted both women, being fascinated by the two different species of supernatural.
