His Accidental Luna

WORRIES

CHAPTER 29: WORRIES

“Uhmm...” Nerissa’s nervousness isn’t obscured as it seems. Her palms clammy, the beads of sweat trickled and trailed as all the colours seems to abandoned her face. Her lips protruded, lost for words at what excuses she could muster this time. But it wasn’t as easy as it was before. To face the angst visage of King Luther, the husband she left for her goal, to aid her son, in accordance to the fate that was yet to come. Too far, yet too near. Risky, and a dangerous fortune he didn’t have the chance to chose over.

“Save your excuses, my queen.” And she can definitely tell that he won’t but anything this time.

Nerissa sighs and lay her eyes to the room, everywhere, but not him.

“You shouldn’t have followed me.” She said. “The Kingdom needs you more, and without you being present in Devonshire? You know how much risk you are going to put our people into, Luther.”

“That does not only works for me, Nerissa.” His tone is hard.

His voice seems to hold something, combined anger, madness, but amongst all, she knew there is the worries he won’t be able to deny.

“Luther, I—” Defeated, Nerissa look at him as if asking him to please understand that what she is doing is for their son. “I—I just wanted him to be alright, I don’t want him to be force into something he didn’t wanted to do in the first place.”

“You know that you have no rights to interfere with his fate.” Luther frowns at her. “If proven, you know the consequences it could have brought to our Kingdom. Are you out of your mind, Nerissa?”

“I am.” She faced him. “Because there’s nothing I can do for my sons, Luther.”

“Even over our people?” The king asked her.

“Even over our people, Luther.” Nerissa was fierce, she did not back down.

It was just a relief that both Gineva and Lily had respected their privacy and had given them enough space to talk. If not, surely they would see how tense the both rulers are. When it comes to their children, Nerissa had always have the soft spot more than Luther. She favours what they fancy, than what the Kingdom are expecting them to. Who they wanted to be more than what their people are asking them to become, although in secrecy that was forbidden to be exposed by the King. Their smile he holds, but for Nerissa—she keep them dearly on her memory. The king stood strict as she intermingled with their affairs. In spite of being a Queen, her motherly love still resurface against the Kingdom she reign.

“Nerissa, that doesn’t how it works.” King Luther walked to where she was. This time, Nerissa let him. He pulled her across to his chiselled chest, and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned across to him and feel the warmth radiating from the King. She won’t deny it, but in spite of the small days they had been part, she longs for him. “Sometimes, we needed to give what is ours for them, no matter how painful it is.”

“Just like how you were ready to offer yourself for your people before you meet me, Luther?” Nerissa sadly uttered under her breathe.

“Yes, my queen.” His tone is sorrowful, but she knew exactly that he won’t hesitate to do it. “It is my responsibility. It is my burden I was carrying on my shoulder and it wasn’t just for me nor my parents, long before, we owe our power to our Kingdom.”

“And if you haven’t meet me?” She closed her eyes.

She could hear the silent thump inside his chest, and it was silent—the serenity it offers and the solace his arms provided ease her worries.

“Nerissa...” The King trailed off before he heaved a deep sigh. “But it didn’t happened, didn’t it? I meet you, and what occurred in the past is already long gone now. You should hurried it or it will cost you more things that you shouldn’t be bothered in the first place, my queen.”

She knew he was right. How right Luther was, but that past has been part of them. Even if it gets buried, it would still be there. It won’t vanish, it would scarred them, but she couldn’t help but think. Be visited by uninvited thoughts. If she hadn’t been part of the Royal family, and if Luther made the choices which isn’t her, she knew that she won’t bear the rejection, but an avenging soul seeking for vengeance. The same pain she would carve on their souls the same way they did, but it didn’t happen, didn’t it?

Nerissa closed her eyes, she shut down her orbs and entirely let herself be succumbed to his presence.

“I’m sorry.” She softly uttered under her breathe.

She let out a sigh, satisfaction brimmed when she felt his hand brushing her hair delicately. He knew exactly how to console her soul, when she needed it. To coax whatever troubles Nerissa with just a mere touch her mate would do. He knew how to pulled her to the solace that she had been seeking, especially in Salem.

If only...if only they haven’t been a monarch, would her and him, would their children suffered from this burdens that their blood carries? The thought lingered and for no apparent reason, she wished they did not.

**

“My lady! Oh my lady!” Zoro pitifully looked at Zephyr, the Goddess whom he had just visited on the abyss.

Zephyr gritted her teeth. Her fury that had never diminished and leave her be was coating her entire face. Her visage a mask of her anger. How can she not be? Abaddon had just put her towards the eternal flame to punish her. The skin on her face were burnt, she was entirely roasted, but same with how the punishment do, she do not die. She was an immortal being and so she regenerate, but being there, it doesn’t work fast but it takes hour, if not days more than those souls who had been plunged there before of the sins they had committed. Bare as she endure the pain, which seems to last forever. Zephyr clenched her fist. She won’t let herself be humiliated this way.

“You all will pay for this.” She promised, not even paying any heed to Zoro.

Zoro is her pet. He came from the raven species who serve Zephyr for so long. He is able to transformed into a human form as they had been given enough power by the war Goddess herself. But for instance, Zoro’s being is allowed to enter back and forth in abyss as they were the creature made from the darkness unlike most of the supernatural being. This made him easier to visit the Goddess who had been imprisoned down there for so long.

Zephyr glanced at him, and she is scowling.

“I wanted you to deliver my message.” She said through gritted teeth.

“I—I will for you, your majesty!” Zoro replied in a haste as he saw the fury on her face.

She was fuming. It was that kind of anger, which seems to be ready to lashed out, and cause chaos. The turmoil to the land it boils down, and the flame of madness it would made the realm conceived, but since imprisoned, nothing of those sorts happened. Instead of, all Zephyr was left is to express her hate but never inflicted the same suffering to those who cause this.

“But—” Zoro trailed off, when he realized that she hadn’t said a name yet. “—whom I am going to tell it to?”

Zephyr narrowed her eyes.

“To him.” She said with an emphasis., To my husband, Karion.”

Unlike Luna, who was fated to serve alone her creations, Zephyr had been wedded once to a man, who is a God himself, Karion, the one who guards the thread of fate and the three weavers. He is as cruel as Zephyr, but he follows the code of the Gods. He is careful, speak of a few words, and never said anything, nor refute when his wife had been judged to be put in Abyss for her crimes. He never stood beside her, but Zephyr knew the loneliness Karion suffered from. She know that deepest secret he tried to keep from the Gods, the truth he denies, but never to her. They may have been wedded, but nothing intimate happened between the two. The night lay in shambles, the touch they were expected from never occurred. They lie next to each other not to kiss, but express their longings to be freed from duties—from the responsibility they bear.

“But he is on the Alps!” Zoro quivered as he fly through her cell. “I can’t get through, it won’t allow dark beings, Goddess—”

But Zoro by no means have his mouth sealed, when Zephyr narrowed her eyes to him.

“Are you telling me that you wouldn’t do what I said?” She uttered, but her statement was rather threatening.

Of course, how can Zoro disobey his master? He knew the prophecy, everybody was it was Zephyr who chanted the curse, right before she get thrown to where abyss was.

“N—no, I said I will, Goddess!” Zoro’s lips quivered.

He nodded his head rather vigorously making Zephyr to smirk. Her smirk which told him that it doesn’t offer anything, except for malice. The evilness even Zoro wonder why she had bee made from when her sister, Luna, was purely made from the light of the former Goddess, their mother. However, Zoro never dare to question her being, or he would be thrown to an eternal suffering same with her. He knew that it wouldn’t be possible for Zephyr to escape and break free. Now that the blood moon is brewing. The upcoming of the new chaos every wolves, vampires and witches feared the most.

“Well then.” Zephyr trained her eyes to Zoro. “Tell him to prepare for the upcoming war, and my release, Zoro. Tell Karion that this time I would need his help to gather the fallen gods, and assemble the fallen warriors they have, the empire that were once defeated by those 3 kingdoms.”

Zoro’s eyes widen.

“T—they exist?” He couldn’t believe it!

“Of course they are, what do you think? Tye myth and legends were just lies?” Zephyr laughs. “The Goddesses had fooled you as well, didn’t you?”

“No, but they said the fallen empire were just a story weave to make the warfare before a little too dramatic, a little too exaggerated to be feared by those who haven’t gotten born during that days, Goddess.” Zoro explained.

“I see.” Zephyr grins evilly. It holds venom. “Well then, I’ll make the legend be true to life, I’ll make what they fear be real and brew their nightmare at hand.” She added. “Now go and tell that to Karion.”

Zoro had still a lot of questions. But he better choose to keep them to himself and obey her words.

“I will, Goddess.” And so he fly, unaware of the sudden changes in Zephyr’s visage.

“Because if he refuse to join and take my sides again—” She kicked her lips. “He’ll be my enemy, and I needed to kill him.”

Unbeknownst to Zoro, Zephyr had attached something on him. An enchantment she didn’t need to made through words but by using her mind. It would decide whether Karion should live...or either way—die.

On the other hand, at the Mount of Alps, where Karion lives, he can feel the foreboding omen that the wind tried to whispered to him. He knew what was coming. He isn’t oblivious at most things. He opened his eyes and look ahead, the horizon which he knew would unfold something he has been looking forward before.

“I never knew that you would still become the person I didn’t expect you to.” He whispered softly. “My dear...Zephyr.”

He knew... Karion knew what was the upcoming offers.

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