Chapter 48: Crestfallen
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"Aunt Martha," Aylin let out a cry of desperation as she shook the woman who was now lying in her arms soullessly. Her eyes were facing Aylin with a smile on her calm face as though she was blessing her to stay happy and safe at the last moment before she left her forever.
"Aaahhh," Aylin screamed as hot tears started to flow out again. She was in so much pain as she embraced the dead woman that she did not care about anything else.
"What went wrong?" She wailed, her eyes turning red slowly. "How did this happen? Who killed my family?" She continued, her mind losing her sanity slowly. She was so broken and in despair that she did not even notice when the candle melted completely and the light extinguished, plunging the room into absolute darkness.
Aylin's heart was filled with immense grief and she could not even comprehend anything. Her mind was too muddled while her eyes lost their focus gradually. She stared into oblivion as she held her aunt's body in her arms, cursing herself as well as her fate for playing a wicked game with her.
In just one day, she had gained and lost a lot of people. While she had Azimir's affection and heart, she had lost the three people who she considered dear to her. A sense of self-loathing and dismay settled in her broken heart and she started laughing all of a sudden, ridiculing the absurdity in the turn of events.
Aylin did not know how long she had been sitting in the same position. Slowly, she lowered her glazed eyes and caressed the woman's face who had loved her dearly just like her mother had. All the joyous days she had spent with her family flickered in her mind before a heartwrenching shout of anguish left her mouth.
Meanwhile, after incarcerating Dariel in the special cell, Erik and Gregory rode their horses side by side as they departed from the palace premises.
"Old Gregory, what are you going to do? Will you go home or..." Erik did not continue but Gregory understood what the man was trying to convey and he narrowed his eyes at him, tempted by his offer.
"What do you wish to do, Erik?" Gregory questioned back, smiling at him teasingly and Erik scoffed at him in return.
"You do know what I am going to do. Do you still have to ask me about it?" He sassed and Gregory chortled, mirth dancing in his eyes. He shook his head, well versed with his friend's thoughts.
"Do you mind if I accompany you?" Gregory inquired once he saw Erik scowling lightly at him.
"Will you not accompany me if I were to mind your presence?" Erik sassed and rolled his eyes, showing his obvious dismay which Gregory ignored.
"I do not have the heart to let you go alone to the inn when you could have me accompanying you. You might need me to escort you home if you were to get heavily drunk."
"I do not need a chaperone." Erik glared at him which went completely unnoticed by Gregory.
By then, they had reached the lane that connected the street where the aristocrats lived to the market place. Instead of taking the shorter route, they had taken the long route as they rode their horses, admiring their kingdom which they had been missing while they were away.
"It feels amazing to be back home," Gregory commented.
"Where are you home, Sir Gregory? You are on the streets and shortly after, you will be lying drunk in an inn. I will have to escort you back home lest someone should rob you on your way." Erik jabbed with a smile.
"Who dares rob me? If he has the courage let him come in front of me. I will show him the power of my sword." Gregory tapped on his weapon as he lifted his head in pride before the smile on his face slipped and his face scrunched up in worry.
"Sir Erik, do you sense this strange smell too?" He queried as he lifted his nose and started to sniff the air, his frown deepening as moments.
"What are you playing at, Gregory? What are you using this time to trick me?"
"I am serious, Sir Erik. I smell blood in the air and the stench is too strong."
Erik observed Gregory's solemn face and he look around, only to be hit with the strong stench of blood. His acute senses made him smell it immediately and his brows furrowed in trepidation.
"I smell it too. Where is it coming from?" Erik took deep breaths to detect the direction as he started to ride his horse slowly while Gregory followed him.
Soon, they stopped in front of the manor from where they could detect the smell of blood and their eyes widened in disbelief.
"Is this not our Commander's manor, Sir Erik?"
"It is. Should we take a look?" Gregory queried and the moment the other man nodded at him in worry, the two men entered the manor, not caring about them trespassing the house at this time of the night.
They alighted from their horses and tied them to the trees nearby before they strode inside, their fear increasing with every step they took.
"Erik, why is the manor so dark and silent? Did Commander not return home?"
"How is it possible? Commander is a disciplined person. Since she returned to the kingdom after a long time, she would definitely have returned home. I discern something to be wrong here."
"I feel the same too. Let us take a look."
The two men started to walk towards the manor as they kept an eye around them. But instead of entering the house, they chose to walk in the garden.
"Gregory, are you sure?"
"Yes, Sir Erik. I am able to smell fresh blood from the garden here and I think..." He stopped speaking the moment they reached the garden at the back and Erik too halted in his place as he followed the man's sight only for his eyes to widen in horror.
The light from the street lanterns fell on the garden and the two men saw a pile of dead bodies, the horrifying sight taking their breaths away.. It did not take them long to realize that they were guards who were in charge of protecting their Commander's family.
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"Aunt Martha," Aylin let out a cry of desperation as she shook the woman who was now lying in her arms soullessly. Her eyes were facing Aylin with a smile on her calm face as though she was blessing her to stay happy and safe at the last moment before she left her forever.
"Aaahhh," Aylin screamed as hot tears started to flow out again. She was in so much pain as she embraced the dead woman that she did not care about anything else.
"What went wrong?" She wailed, her eyes turning red slowly. "How did this happen? Who killed my family?" She continued, her mind losing her sanity slowly. She was so broken and in despair that she did not even notice when the candle melted completely and the light extinguished, plunging the room into absolute darkness.
Aylin's heart was filled with immense grief and she could not even comprehend anything. Her mind was too muddled while her eyes lost their focus gradually. She stared into oblivion as she held her aunt's body in her arms, cursing herself as well as her fate for playing a wicked game with her.
In just one day, she had gained and lost a lot of people. While she had Azimir's affection and heart, she had lost the three people who she considered dear to her. A sense of self-loathing and dismay settled in her broken heart and she started laughing all of a sudden, ridiculing the absurdity in the turn of events.
Aylin did not know how long she had been sitting in the same position. Slowly, she lowered her glazed eyes and caressed the woman's face who had loved her dearly just like her mother had. All the joyous days she had spent with her family flickered in her mind before a heartwrenching shout of anguish left her mouth.
Meanwhile, after incarcerating Dariel in the special cell, Erik and Gregory rode their horses side by side as they departed from the palace premises.
"Old Gregory, what are you going to do? Will you go home or..." Erik did not continue but Gregory understood what the man was trying to convey and he narrowed his eyes at him, tempted by his offer.
"What do you wish to do, Erik?" Gregory questioned back, smiling at him teasingly and Erik scoffed at him in return.
"You do know what I am going to do. Do you still have to ask me about it?" He sassed and Gregory chortled, mirth dancing in his eyes. He shook his head, well versed with his friend's thoughts.
"Do you mind if I accompany you?" Gregory inquired once he saw Erik scowling lightly at him.
"Will you not accompany me if I were to mind your presence?" Erik sassed and rolled his eyes, showing his obvious dismay which Gregory ignored.
"I do not have the heart to let you go alone to the inn when you could have me accompanying you. You might need me to escort you home if you were to get heavily drunk."
"I do not need a chaperone." Erik glared at him which went completely unnoticed by Gregory.
By then, they had reached the lane that connected the street where the aristocrats lived to the market place. Instead of taking the shorter route, they had taken the long route as they rode their horses, admiring their kingdom which they had been missing while they were away.
"It feels amazing to be back home," Gregory commented.
"Where are you home, Sir Gregory? You are on the streets and shortly after, you will be lying drunk in an inn. I will have to escort you back home lest someone should rob you on your way." Erik jabbed with a smile.
"Who dares rob me? If he has the courage let him come in front of me. I will show him the power of my sword." Gregory tapped on his weapon as he lifted his head in pride before the smile on his face slipped and his face scrunched up in worry.
"Sir Erik, do you sense this strange smell too?" He queried as he lifted his nose and started to sniff the air, his frown deepening as moments.
"What are you playing at, Gregory? What are you using this time to trick me?"
"I am serious, Sir Erik. I smell blood in the air and the stench is too strong."
Erik observed Gregory's solemn face and he look around, only to be hit with the strong stench of blood. His acute senses made him smell it immediately and his brows furrowed in trepidation.
"I smell it too. Where is it coming from?" Erik took deep breaths to detect the direction as he started to ride his horse slowly while Gregory followed him.
Soon, they stopped in front of the manor from where they could detect the smell of blood and their eyes widened in disbelief.
"Is this not our Commander's manor, Sir Erik?"
"It is. Should we take a look?" Gregory queried and the moment the other man nodded at him in worry, the two men entered the manor, not caring about them trespassing the house at this time of the night.
They alighted from their horses and tied them to the trees nearby before they strode inside, their fear increasing with every step they took.
"Erik, why is the manor so dark and silent? Did Commander not return home?"
"How is it possible? Commander is a disciplined person. Since she returned to the kingdom after a long time, she would definitely have returned home. I discern something to be wrong here."
"I feel the same too. Let us take a look."
The two men started to walk towards the manor as they kept an eye around them. But instead of entering the house, they chose to walk in the garden.
"Gregory, are you sure?"
"Yes, Sir Erik. I am able to smell fresh blood from the garden here and I think..." He stopped speaking the moment they reached the garden at the back and Erik too halted in his place as he followed the man's sight only for his eyes to widen in horror.
The light from the street lanterns fell on the garden and the two men saw a pile of dead bodies, the horrifying sight taking their breaths away.. It did not take them long to realize that they were guards who were in charge of protecting their Commander's family.
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Read novel fast updates at novelhall.com or SweetNovel.Net"Aunt Martha," Aylin let out a cry of desperation as she shook the woman who was now lying in her arms soullessly. Her eyes were facing Aylin with a smile on her calm face as though she was blessing her to stay happy and safe at the last moment before she left her forever."Aaahhh," Aylin screamed as hot tears started to flow out again. She was in so much pain as she embraced the dead woman that she did not care about anything else. "What went wrong?" She wailed, her eyes turning red slowly. "How did this happen? Who killed my family?" She continued, her mind losing her sanity slowly. She was so broken and in despair that she did not even notice when the candle melted completely and the light extinguished, plunging the room into absolute darkness.Aylin's heart was filled with immense grief and she could not even comprehend anything. Her mind was too muddled while her eyes lost their focus gradually. She stared into oblivion as she held her aunt's body in her arms, cursing herself as well as her fate for playing a wicked game with her.In just one day, she had gained and lost a lot of people. While she had Azimir's affection and heart, she had lost the three people who she considered dear to her. A sense of self-loathing and dismay settled in her broken heart and she started laughing all of a sudden, ridiculing the absurdity in the turn of events.Aylin did not know how long she had been sitting in the same position. Slowly, she lowered her glazed eyes and caressed the woman's face who had loved her dearly just like her mother had. All the joyous days she had spent with her family flickered in her mind before a heartwrenching shout of anguish left her mouth.Meanwhile, after incarcerating Dariel in the special cell, Erik and Gregory rode their horses side by side as they departed from the palace premises."Old Gregory, what are you going to do? Will you go home or..." Erik did not continue but Gregory understood what the man was trying to convey and he narrowed his eyes at him, tempted by his offer."What do you wish to do, Erik?" Gregory questioned back, smiling at him teasingly and Erik scoffed at him in return."You do know what I am going to do. Do you still have to ask me about it?" He sassed and Gregory chortled, mirth dancing in his eyes. He shook his head, well versed with his friend's thoughts."Do you mind if I accompany you?" Gregory inquired once he saw Erik scowling lightly at him."Will you not accompany me if I were to mind your presence?" Erik sassed and rolled his eyes, showing his obvious dismay which Gregory ignored."I do not have the heart to let you go alone to the inn when you could have me accompanying you. You might need me to escort you home if you were to get heavily drunk.""I do not need a chaperone." Erik glared at him which went completely unnoticed by Gregory. By then, they had reached the lane that connected the street where the aristocrats lived to the market place. Instead of taking the shorter route, they had taken the long route as they rode their horses, admiring their kingdom which they had been missing while they were away."It feels amazing to be back home," Gregory commented."Where are you home, Sir Gregory? You are on the streets and shortly after, you will be lying drunk in an inn. I will have to escort you back home lest someone should rob you on your way." Erik jabbed with a smile."Who dares rob me? If he has the courage let him come in front of me. I will show him the power of my sword." Gregory tapped on his weapon as he lifted his head in pride before the smile on his face slipped and his face scrunched up in worry."Sir Erik, do you sense this strange smell too?" He queried as he lifted his nose and started to sniff the air, his frown deepening as moments."What are you playing at, Gregory? What are you using this time to trick me?" "I am serious, Sir Erik. I smell blood in the air and the stench is too strong." Erik observed Gregory's solemn face and he look around, only to be hit with the strong stench of blood. His acute senses made him smell it immediately and his brows furrowed in trepidation."I smell it too. Where is it coming from?" Erik took deep breaths to detect the direction as he started to ride his horse slowly while Gregory followed him. Soon, they stopped in front of the manor from where they could detect the smell of blood and their eyes widened in disbelief."Is this not our Commander's manor, Sir Erik?""It is. Should we take a look?" Gregory queried and the moment the other man nodded at him in worry, the two men entered the manor, not caring about them trespassing the house at this time of the night.They alighted from their horses and tied them to the trees nearby before they strode inside, their fear increasing with every step they took."Erik, why is the manor so dark and silent? Did Commander not return home?""How is it possible? Commander is a disciplined person. Since she returned to the kingdom after a long time, she would definitely have returned home. I discern something to be wrong here.""I feel the same too. Let us take a look."The two men started to walk towards the manor as they kept an eye around them. But instead of entering the house, they chose to walk in the garden."Gregory, are you sure?""Yes, Sir Erik. I am able to smell fresh blood from the garden here and I think..." He stopped speaking the moment they reached the garden at the back and Erik too halted in his place as he followed the man's sight only for his eyes to widen in horror.The light from the street lanterns fell on the garden and the two men saw a pile of dead bodies, the horrifying sight taking their breaths away.. It did not take them long to realize that they were guards who were in charge of protecting their Commander's family.Best novel online free at novelhall.com or SweetNovel.Net
