The Bewitched Soul

People come and go, but he had no one to lose.

The ones he lost, never left a memory for him to reminiscence. And the ones with whom he had an ocean of memories, never returned. But, life still goes on and the past can never return.

Sitting there for a while, he returned to his room. He took a shower and returned to his bed. The moment he laid down on the bed, he fell asleep.

Next morning, upon waking, Margaret cocooned herself into the warm, soft white sheets. She rubbed her big doe-like eyes removing the remainders of sleep. Giving out a big yawn, she gazed out at the vivid sky which had a rosy tint alongside the vibrant shades of early morning blue. The curtains added a soft glow to the whole room. She felt the rays of the sun soak into her pale skin, making her feel warm and ready for the day.

The day passed quickly. Corbette along with his own family of four celebrated Christmas together. They sang and danced together. Margaret was happy to see the smiling faces of Liliana and Caroline, unlike the usual dull expressions they used to carry.

"Merry Christmas to all," Corbette raised a glass of red wine as he spoke.

The celebration ended soon.

Whereas, Alexander was busy reading some papers in his study. The table was piled with files on its left, books on its right and a pen stand in the middle. His hand rested on the edge of the table, scattered papers under his wrist. His eyes kept constantly analyzed the paper from left to right. In the end, he signed the papers and kept them in a file before placing it on his left.

While opening the other file, he heard three knocks.

"Come in", he tossed the file on the table.

"Good morning my Lord," Julius bowed.

"Morning, is there something important to convey?" Alexander asked, his eyes narrowed as his hands searched for a particular file.

"Merry Christmas Master," Julius wished, the crescent-shaped eyes looked at the Lord while a sweet smile formed on his face.

Alexander's hand stopped. Looking up to Julius, he smiled.

"Merry Christmas, Julius" he smiled as if he yearned for someone familiar to wish him.

"Milord, are there any plans for today?" Julius tactfully asked.

The smile on Alexander's face turned into a frown.

After a few minutes of dead silence,

"You know the answer to your question, Julius" his hands continued searching the file.

"I shall now take my leave," Julius bowed before leaving.

After hearing the door shut, Alexander's hands paused searching. It's been sixteen years since he celebrated Christmas. The thought of celebrating Christmas haunts him till today.

'I'll be waiting for you, Alex' a beautiful young lady waved her hand up in the air as she spoke.

The pile of files fell off the table making a loud thud. Hearing to the sudden sound, Alexander snapped out of his trance state. The smiling face of hers was still fresh in his mind.


He got too many regrets in his life. And having no one to call him as a family made it worse. He, being the most powerful king of all four provinces carried the legacy of his father. He was known for handling and solving matters in his own way.

Only six more to pass for him to know his answer, the most important one.

The day passed quickly, the sky turned dark with heavy clouds floating, obstructing the moonlight. In no time it started raining heavily. The clattering sound of the heavy water droplets banged against the glass windows. After much banging, the window opened wide making the curtains float high up in the air. Strong gusty winds crashed against every single thing present in his room. The papers flew away, some lying down and some still flying.

He stood up and walked towards the window. His face all wet due to the racing raindrops, looked like as if it was freshly sculpted with a knife. His white shirt was now drenched in water, showing off his rippling muscles. The white shirt now translucent sticking to his skin, gave an image of his toned muscles.

He closed the windows and wiped his face with his hands. He immediately changed into a new pair of clothes and then went downstairs.

"Good evening Milord, is there anything I can help you with?" Julius spoke with a tone of sincerity.

"Clean my study, and sort out the files scattered on the floor," Alexander ordered as he walked towards the main hall.

Turning to his left, he entered a hall instead of the main hall. Inside the hall, a huge chandelier hung above the piano.

The hall was a little small in size compared to the main hall. There was only a piano in the middle of the hall and a chair for the pianist.