She Belongs To The Devil

The messenger entered the throne hall and greeted the King of Mihir. Then he presented the letter that he had brought with him to the King.

King Reginald tore off the envelope and opened the letter. And he began to read the contents of the letter.

"To His Majesty King of Mihir,

I am writing this letter to let Your Majesty know that my first son, Prince Edwin will be the one to represent me from here on forth. I am taking a step back so that I don't have to frequent Mihir in my old age.

I believe that the discussions will go smoothly when both the parties are from the new generation. I hope that the changes will not bother Your Majesty.

If Your Majesty has something that needs to be discussed about the war, then I hope that you will contact Prince Edwin from now on.

And on that note, Prince Edwin desires a meeting with Your Majesty. He wants to formally introduce himself to you so that the future bond will be even stronger.

I am hoping for a positive reply from your side.

With Regards,

Queen Lillian of Wyverndale"

"Positive reply my arse!" Reginald thought to himself and folded the letter. If the messenger was not standing right in front of him then King Reginald would have torn off the letter and scattered it on the floor.

He was thinking of creating a stronger future bond with the sister, not the brother. And the letter reminded him that he was about to go back on his word with the witch. It made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

When the messenger saw that the King was done reading the letter, he deeply bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Prince Edwin expects me to return to Wyverndale with a reply letter."

"He wants the reply letter now? What's the hurry?" Reginald asked in a sour voice. He did not like being pushed and this Edwin was pushing him. And Reginald hated it.

"I wouldn't know why His Highness is in a hurry. I am just a messenger." That messenger had sensed the rage behind King Reginald and he tried to speak as politely as he could so as not to anger the King of another nation.

Reginald glared at the messenger and then unfolded the letter from Wyverndale again. He put that letter down on the desk, took a brush, and then scribbled something on the letter's back.

Horace, who was standing beside the King all this time, heaved a frustrated sigh.

He looked at the letter and at the King who didn't even think that he should be using a fresh sheet of paper to write the reply. Horace hoped that the King would realize that on his own but Reginald was ready to hand the letter back to the messenger.

Horace didn't want to interfere with the King every now and then but the King didn't leave him with any choice. He stepped closer to the King and then whispered, "Your Majesty, I think you should be using another piece of paper to write the reply. And you also need to put your seal on the letter and enclose it in an envelope."

Reginald was in no mood to go through all that 'trouble' so he completely ignored Horace. He took his Royal Seal and then stamped it on the backside of the letter where he had written something. He folded the letter and inserted it in the same envelope that he tore earlier. And he handed it over to the messenger.

Though the messenger couldn't believe that the King was actually giving that trashy 'reply letter' to him, he tried his best to keep a neutral expression on his face when receiving that.

The messenger bowed to the King and said politely, "Thank you, Your Majesty." He didn't know why his Prince had sent a letter to this rude King but he guessed why the relationship between Wyverndale and Mihir was the way it was.

Nevertheless, he kept that letter securely and then he stormed off towards Wyverndale.

Reginald could feel the intense glare that his Chief Advisor was giving him. He was trying to avoid getting lectured again but the glaring never stopped. So he asked in a frustrated tone, "Okay fine! What is it? Just tell me already."

Horace inhaled a deep breath and spoke while restraining his anger towards the King, "Your Majesty, you could have at least pretended to be still on board with the Queen's plan until we figured out how to safely cancel the deal. There was no need to be so disrespectful while sending the reply."

Reginald shrugged his shoulders and tried to reason with Horace, "I sent him a reply… how is that disrespectful? Not sending a reply would have been more disrespectful."

"But it is still disrespectful if you send the letter like that. It is better not to-" Horace was going to give a lecture to the King for some good minutes but he was disturbed by Rebekah.

"Reggie! Why didn't you come to the dungeons? I was waiting for you!" Rebekah swooshed inside the throne hall and shouted to her older brother.

Reginald gave a wide grin to his sister and jumped down from the platform. "Ah! You are right on time, dear sister. I was just about to leave for the dungeons." He was thinking of a way to escape from the boring speech from his Chief Advisor and Rebekah gave a perfect reason to do so.

Reginald glanced at his sister who was surprised that she didn't need to whine and beg her brother to come with her. And he asked, "Aren't you coming? Let's go!"

Rebekah happily nodded her head and both of them took off from the throne hall at the speed of lightning.

A few sheets of paper flew around and one of the sheets slammed right on Horace's face. He crumbled the paper in anger and threw it towards the door of the throne hall pretending to hit that pampered King.

Reginald and Rebekah arrived at the dungeon which was right below the building that had the throne hall.

The dungeon was dark and cold but that wasn't any problem for the siblings. They could clearly see each and every frail human who was locked up inside the dungeon. And cold, well they were the embodiment of cold.

Rebekah inhaled the fragrance of those poor humans. And she said with a sinister smile on her lips, "Mmmm… the savory scent of these poor souls…"

The humans who were imprisoned inside that dungeon began to whimper and cower in fear. By now, they were already well aware of what kind of fate awaited them.

Not a single person who got taken away from the dungeon ever returned back again. They could hear the heart-wrenching screams of their cellmates a while after they would get taken. So they preferred to stay in the dungeon as if they were some animals rather than hoping to get out of it.

Reginald opened the door of one of the cells and proudly said to his sister, "Choose any one of them. I have kept the fit ones right here in this cell. I can guarantee that they will satisfy your taste buds greatly."

"You are the best, brother," Rebekah smirked and stepped inside the cell.

She inspected all of the prisoners with her keen eyes. She was gazing at their veins that were pumping the blood very melodiously.

When her deadly red eyes would fall on someone, their heart would beat even more loudly. Rebekah enjoyed hearing the sound of their heart. It made her feel like a superior being when they feared her very presence.

All of the prisoners were trying to hide and make themselves look less appetizing. No matter how hard they tried, a young and healthy-looking man caught the attention of those deadly eyes.

Rebekah stood in front of him as though she was a tigress staring down at a lamb. She gripped his arm and smelled his wrist. Her elongated fangs were telling her that she had found her prey.

She gave a sinister smirk and declared, "I will take this one."