Kitanna
Chapter 163: DRAGGED IN BY THE SCENT

Chapter 163: DRAGGED IN BY THE SCENT

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: ALCOHOL ~ HOLY MOLLY]

"I heard Kitanna is now the queen of Morado; she got married to that White Lord...Nix? Yes, Nix," Panha reported, throwing up a small fluffy white piece. When she didn’t receive any response, she dropped the item she was throwing and looked at the person she was talking to.

"Really?" She let out an exasperated sigh. "Khelan, what are you doing here? You wake up every morning just to scribble on your parchment. Do you not want to seek revenge for your mother?" Panha asked, pushing Khelan’s shoulder roughly.

Khelan looked up at the young woman who had been pestering him to get revenge on his mother. "We have had this discussion before. I have no interest in whatever you are plotting. How many more lives do you wish to see lost before you get your senses back?" He queried, glaring at the young woman.

Panha was about to speak when the door opened, and a guard stepped inside. "Lady Deonisia has asked for you to come to her room, Lady Panha," the guard reported with a bow before stepping out of the room.

Panha sighed, "I guess I should just leave you be. Weakness doesn’t associate with strength; that is why Kitanna had always been a step ahead of you. I’ll just go and talk with the one person who understands what I feel." The fair young woman walked out of the room, banging the door shut.

Now alone in the room, as silence, which was music to Khelan’s soul, engulfed him. He lifted the parchment up; he had started writing after visiting his mother’s tomb. He was keeping records of everything that happened in the past and now in the present. He didn’t know why but he just wanted to write, as it was the only way he could overcome the sorrows that tried to swallow him whole.

Dropping the parchment on the table, he picked up his ink and wrote. ’Kitanna married the last of the White Lords. Nix Zeno. And they became King and Queen of Morado.’ After putting the last dot, he watched the candles flickering.

"Congratulations, Kit." Khelan muttered.

Deonisia sat in her room with her eyes closed as one of the maids massaged her shoulders gently.

"Greetings Lady Deonisia," Panha bowed when she arrived inside the room.

Deonisia finally opened her eyes, waving for the maid to step out. "How is Khelan? Have you been able to get any reaction from him?" She asked, watching the young woman.

Panha twitched her lips, "Let’s just forget about Khelan. He’s just a coward; all he does is write every morning and night. He is now a shadow of himself. Just the two of us can get things done." She pressured.

Deonisia picked up the paper handfan on her table, as she fanned herself slowly. If it was that easy she would have thrown Khelan away long ago. But the supreme King had promised to help them but to only go according to Khelan’s wish as he was Almaria’s only son. It appeared that the supreme actually had a little feeling for Almaria.

"Any news on Khelan’s son?" Deonisia asked.

"Larel is now taking care of the boy; apart from that, I’ve heard nothing. And oh, one of the guests who was my informant said that the royal family now bears the last name ZenoMorgair." Panha announced, as she had planted her person to attend Kitanna’s wedding. She wanted to poison Kitanna during the event, but Deonisia ruled it out, looking at it now she wished she had actually done it.

Deonisia hummed, "It seems like Khelan needs a push, but for it to be effective, we need to first push the new king of Morado. Let’s see how far he can keep his head in order. Do you know the domino effect Panha?" The older woman asked, her lips broadening with a sly smile.

Panha shook her head, now feeling unnerved with the woman’s smile.

"We will try out that theory." Deonisia smiled, her eyes looking outside her window.

Back at Morado, Nix and Kitanna spent most of their time alone and together. They enjoyed each other’s company, and the reasonable ones in the palace tried not to evade their privacy.

Axilla spent most of her time playing with Labre or keeping Larel company whenever she needed it. She tried her best to avoid Chantal because every time they crossed paths it was another time to argue. One time, they had argued, Chantal had told her something that still rang at the back of her mind.

’Keep talking back at me like this, and no man would ever take you as a wife!’ the words resounded in Axilla’s mind.

She shook her head, "Chantal, that small... if I catch, I would squeeze his head." Axilla demonstrated squeezing her hands together. Adjusting her dress, she started walking back to her room; it was already night, and most of the lights were being blown off by the heavy wind. Axilla walked casually to her room, when something caught her attention or nose. It was a peculiar scent, like wood burning but mixed with something else. She walked towards the direction, as she got closer she heard whispering voices.

Getting to the door where the scent was heavier, Axilla peeked through the small hole; she covered her mouth when she saw the young master; she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Cortez sat inside the room, with a lighted smoke on one hand, and rum on the other. He was not alone; on the other side of the chair was another of his friends who was being blown by a lady whose dress was hanging below her waist with her chest left bare.

Cortez puffed his smoke, making rings in the air before they disappeared. Then he took a sip of his alcohol. He was not interested in getting touched by any of the women for some reason he was feeling annoyed and he didn’t know why. Even the sound his friend was making while being pleased was getting on his last nerves; the loosely dressed lady on the floor did not arouse him one bit. He took another long drag of the smoke, and puffed it out again.

"Hey you, what are you doing there?" Cortez’s attention turned to the door when he heard Adric’s voice.

The door pushed open, and Adric dragged in a maid inside; it didn’t take Cortez a few seconds to realize who it was.

"Seems like your little girl loves adventures." Adric teased, retrieving his own cigar from his pocket.

Axilla continued to tremble; she dared not raise her face or make any sound. Likes of her could be broken by men of power easily, and nothing would be done. She had wanted to leave after she saw the lewd acts going on in the room, but not when she saw the young master. She couldn’t believe he was one to be in such a company. The young master she knew was... was... Axilla couldn’t find the right words.

"Let her go, Adric," Cortez’s voice carried not a hint of a joke in them as he noticed the girl’s trembling hands.

Adric being friends with Cortez for years knew that he was very serious at the moment. He released his grip and without wasting time, Axilla bolted out of the room.

"Looks like your unripe fruit now sees you as a very bad man. The baddest," Adric teased going to sit on the couch while another lady walked to stand in front of him.

Cortez looked at the door where the girl had dashed out from, moment ago, before he reclined on his chair taking another long drag from his cigar.