Light rays blazed its anger through the saffron heavens that extended to whatever limit the bare eyes could detect. A network of spiral clouds floated in the air ocean. Jets cut through the dense sky bed like sharp knives whereas the crowd thickened with every passing moment. Stars seemed to boil in their positions appearing as hot crimson iron.

Tension acquired each molecule of atmosphere as the citizens hurled back and forth for collecting clues about the intruder held guilty for the missing princess of Krotovia. Shoes and heels crushed the poor ground which vibrated due to the grizzly frictions.

Without any prior warning, a tall dark frame made its appearance before the entrace of the penitentiary where a rapid chaos was clumping at one corner, the criminal mind being standing in front over the dais. Her hands were clasped with locked handcuffs, her hair were all strangled over her skull and her head hung low, as much as possible. Her structure looked utterly shattered and weak because of the harsh responses she had been receiving.

A pair of dark gloomy eyes watched her crumble in shame and regret as the population in front of her hailed, "She should be prosecuted to death! But before that she must tell us about the address of our dear lost princess! Spill it bitch!"

Her trembling wet lips were noticeable over which her warm salty tears flowed. She was fidgeting he hands together as the scars of irritations exploded through her rough behaviours. Afterall she did know all about this but never felt the urgency to feel it like the way she was doing at that moment. Infact nobody does until the moment knocks one down to hell. Her thoughts revolved around the fact that it only she could get engulfed by the soil or if she could possibly die at youth. Her anxiety was what she threw away long back for serking the King of Tyre yet she felt the highest of self conscious attacks stabbing her invisible bleeding lungs. She wished to halt her breaths, lose her pulses, and turn into ashes at that instant so that it could provide her all the peace which she lacked in that phase.

In a while, somebody among the leader heads spoke out, "Her sentence is postponed till tomorrow's sunrise. Now disperse."

The crying feminine soul seemed to heave a heavy sigh once she was accompanied by two watchmen to the interior of the building. She was roughly forced behind the bars until the her wobbly knees hit the ground. Balancing herself with the palms, she held back her breaths till the two watchers disappeared outside. Her spine crashed on the rocky wall behind her as she hissed in pain for the deep slits on her arms and feet. They were the marks that were left by the Krotovian population when she was being dragged up on the podium.

Within the next few minutes, a pair of boots paused before her cell. Husky breaths escaped the new mortal's nosetrils while he tightly rolled his palm around the iron rods.

"Miss Hiori..."

A wave of shock washed the weeping lady's body and she instantly gaped at the direction of the known voice. Her eyes turned into saucers the moment they met the young generation standing at a few yards.

"P-Prince!" she gasped, her mind being in a battle of debate whether to believe what she saw.

"Prince, is that really you?" she raised in extreme surprise.

The opposite personality removed the mask guarding his face. "Yes it's me. I'm here."

"What-" Hiori jolted towards the youngster, "Are you serious? Have you lost it? Why are you here?"

"I'm here to take you home, take you back to Tyre," he said.

"That's not possible. There is tight security outside this building. There is no possible way existing for us to flee at all."

"But they want to kill you! You know, I heard them talking about burning you alive!" he informed in a demanding accent.

Hiori shook her head, "Whatever it is! Nothing will happen as such. They'll leave me after questioning me some more, I know. I'll come back to Tyre soon. But you must go now. You can't stay here any longer. I had promised the late king to take care of you till my last breath, to ensure that you're safe. Do you want to prove me wrong already? Just go back and don't worry, nothing will happen to me."

"Don't be ridiculous Hiori. You know yourself that they aren't kidding. You know that you'll be killed someday or the other. Why do you want to give away your life in the hands of these creeps?"

Hiori smacked in disbelief, "My dear prince, you're yet young to know these things. You aren't even a decade old. Please listen to me and go back to your safe land. This planet is not suitable for you."

A soft puff left the boy's lips. "Fine, but I've something for you." He fished out a little glass bottle and extended it to the woman. "I hope you know what this is. Tomorrow would be your last day however, if you want to die being immortal in the hearts of Tyre, you must use this. You should avoid their ways of punishments and kiss a peaceful death, no blood, no pain, no yells, only sleep."

The female accepted the bottle and soon after she was left all alone again within the walls of her caged cubicle. She squat down on the floor, thinking deeply about what she was told by the young prince. Later her iris got stuck at the brown glossy container and a smile lingered on her lips.

"You've really surprising. You never forget to amaze me with your young brain, I sometimes wonder if you're really 8. Stay happy little prince. I wish to see you as the king of Tyre one day," Hiori gulped as she grasped the bottle and began to uncap its mouth. "Holy almighty, bless that little soul who's training his motives to serve humanity from such an young age. Keep him safe and motivated forever. Also forgive me for my sins if it's even applicable because this would be the last of all."

She poured the bitter syrup into her taste buds as her oesophagus worked on transporting it down to her abdomen. Finishing the bottle, she flung it to her side and laid her backbone to rest on the wall. She thoroughly tried to fall asleep at the words of her young gallant highness and awhile later, the aura became absolutely calm which can also be named as 'Pin drop silence'. Even the sounds of her breaths ceased alongside the death of her pumping organ inside the ribs.

Her immovable structure laid there, resting in absolute serenity that gifted her the best of what she would be exposed to in the following morning.

Next dawn, the sky brightened in its layers, making the citizens alert of the arrival of morning. Ministers, high ranked officials and the people of Krotovia crowded before the execution hall. With the surpassing of a minute or two, the chaotic voices ceased a little in order to admire their queen, who stepped out of a black limousine along with a baby in her arms. She did not care if it was her's or somebody else's. All she knew was it to be an infant who sought warmth and love. Followed by her strolled out the former Krotovion King.

His well built muscular form, long hair and hard cheek muscles represented Thor, the god of war. His glares were as sharp as eagle's which always met what it wanted to. There was not a single individual in Krotovia who could deny his words, perhaps it was never a safe thing to handle.

Queen Sephora climbed the steps and braced herself to the soft cushions of the throne upon the platform. The former second generation king accompanied her to on the side to make sure that she was okay. Afterall she was the mother who lost the first good sight of her own baby. Her pain and sorrow was unbeatable among all other powers of the universe. But of course, she was not ready to show that anyhow.

"Get the witch out here!" instructed the age old limbs of the king whose strength was yet spilling out of his letters.

One of the watchmen approached the royal authorities flashing a faint sense of sorrow on his face. "That lady killed herself, my lord. She poisoned her ownself to death."

"Dang it! What were you all doing? Didn't you check her belongings before throwing her into the dungeon!?" growled the enormous male.

"Our apologizes, your highness." In reality, last night all of the watch guards had a small tipsy party at the backyard of the premises, just to celebrate their success in capturing the real culprit.

All of these events were being watched by the young Prince of Tyre whose edges extended for an insolent smirk as he advanced to his jet, a mark of pride grazing the soil under his feet.

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