The Thrones' Abyss

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The lane was too dark, a phantom displayed on the wall as the moonlit reached there. It was fast and made a gust that drew Wilmore's cloak back. He was watching the people.

"Did they come?" His eyes were still on the folk that was cheering for the acrobat man that was crossing the rope between two spears.

"Yes, I saw them at the gate. I think we must join them in the gallery, accept the invitation."

Hux asked, approaching him.

"Why do you wish that? Did you see something?"

Hux didn't know how to say that. He was sure that they surveyed the forest and the road of Riva and nothing they grasped at that moment.

"A deer faerie was madly massacred, exactly on the road that we came back. The Lord took it here and fetched it to the gate watchmen. The heart and blood were evacuated."

Wilmore turned to him, his gray wolfish eyes glinted, that look meant a lot to Hux. He expected that gesture toward this declaration.

"How could it be possible?"

Wilmore needed to see the clue, how did it? How an imp could cross the walls and no patrol discover it? They had tools that could track them.

"I don't know. You are right and we must move to the south soon but we need to convince the queen."

Hux sounded to be worried. There was an imp in Greenwood that could even enter the faeries borders which couldn't be acceptable.

Wilmore turned on his heels and walked out of the dark, bearing to join this happy folk that he couldn't understand why they were excited to celebrate the cold which could provoke their many obstacles.

People's attention rubbed off the acrobat man and ran on the prince and his man. They whispered words and finally, Wilmore drew his hood off. Mouths dropped as he committed that move. The two of the knights were handsome, one was opposite the other one in the feature but that didn't give rise to differences.

While an outburst was flaming out of Wilmore's head, the girls were smiling at him, hearts were sparking out of their eyes.

They drew their way to the central gallery which was a big stone building. People brushed the way for them and the flustered clown missed the focus on his red balls that were rounding in the air, the wheel under his feet slipped and he spread on the ground and the balls hit him.

People laughed and mocked him.

"Butter finger!"

"Thick skull."

"Useless!"

"Cretin!"

That was all people were shooting at him amongst their laughter. A young arrogant man kicked the clown and then his wheel.

Wilmore closed his eyes and ceased, his cloak lashed back. How dare he could be? He was just a poor man working hard to earn supplies to feed his stomach. He brought them laughter and joy and they didn't stop scolding him as he made a mistake that wasn't necessarily his fault. Hearts lost their sincerity.

"Come on! Don't interfere." Hux murmured near his ears.

Wilmore ignored and walked to the young man who was about to beat the clown with a piece of sweet on his plate.

Wilmore grabbed his hand and twisted back. The plate turned and hit the man's face.

"You fuc*er!" The young man growled.

It was enough to seduce Wilmore breaking that hand and he did. The bone noise reached the nearest ears. He tossed the man to the others who insulted the clown then shot them aggressive glares. They hadn't the braveness to say a word thus they ran to mum.

Wilmore bent and extended his left hand to the frail clown. The man bitterly smiled and grabbed his hand. The prince saw the dislocated ankle. His eyes moved on another clown, "take him to a physician."

He nodded and aid the wounded clown.

The wounded man stopped, taking off his red ball-like nose, he gave it to the prince.

"Thank you."

Wilmore grabbed it, to him, it had no meaning but if that could satisfy the man it wasn't hard to carry it on...

"Wow, he is not only handsome but also kindhearted."

The girls were murmuring around.

Hux gazed back at the gallery. He saw the Lord's cart that stopped so he nudged the prince and gestured to the cart.

"Let's go."

Wilmore rushed his pace. He was too keen to realize what had occurred when he was wasting time among this folk.

They reached the cart, he gazed around and found no guard to company them. The Lord was too confident. He didn't need guards though, Wilmore had read his background. He was a killing machine, alone.

Wilmore dragged Hux to a dark corner, the Lord opened the cart's door. He led the maidens out, what a gentleman! Then his wife came out, she was breathtakingly stunning, his sister was nothing compared to this young lady. A sneer tugged at the corner of his lips, Livia should be jealous but that sneer shoved down as he remembered what would happen if she drove jealous. Livia shouldn't discover about her pregnancy.

As the thoughts were chewing his nerves, he just stiffened, his cold body began to taste the heat again. Luna was there, she was glowing in that dress and he forgot to breathe. His eyes couldn't move on someone else. What was she doing to him? Was she a magician or something?

How could be this girl existed? Could she become mine? He never wished for something, that could frighten him because he didn't want things that could leave him. He thought but hastily wrapped himself.

Hux smirked, he knew that face. He liked her. He opened his mouth to jest but the annoying noises distracted him.

"Look, Luna is here!" A girl told another one. They were peering at the Lord and his niece.

"Hm, Elizabeth did her best to make her look beautiful! This cripple, no one knows what a witch she is."

Said a girl with light brown hair, kicking a strand of her hair back behind her, gesturing behind Luna. Her lavishly made dress was saying that she was from a rich family.

"Vanessa, ignore her, we must focus on your invitation from the Queen, I am sure the prince would love you."

Wilmore's eyes drifted on them. So his mother did what she willed. Perhaps, this time was serious and he had to interfere. He hated to have some retard annoying mistresses.

"Do you want to spank her?"

Hux babbled, wearing a grin.

"Not here, let her come to my room. I will teach her attitudes, there." Wilmore menaced coldly.

He passed by them and his eyes met Vanessa's green pretty eyes.. She was beautiful but had no heart nor brain in that skull.

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