Marry The Devil
Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Chapter 45

Sir. Oliver’s sudden resurrection made people question their beliefs about death. The only person who didn’t have his mouth wide agape was Francis, who causally walked back to his throne to sit.

"Thank your stars you didn’t die. I would have punished you for foolishly dying," Fracis said.

"I thought....I thought.... weren’t you? Are you?" The elder who had spoken about his son earlier said, questioning his own sanity.

"And is that why you wanted to replace me so soon?" Sir. Oliver asked, gently rubbing his bald head.

The elder shook his head. "I just didn’t want the king to stay without a right hand man since he’s used to having one."

Lord Chris coughed, moving everyone’s attention towards himself. "I can go now, can I not? The man didn’t die....see? Let me go!" Chris yelled.

Francis laughed. "I never go back on my word. I don’t care whether the seer is dead or not," Francis said then he stood up.

"If you would excuse me, I have a woman to attend to," He said before walking out the meeting hall.

Sir. Oliver ran after him. He finally caught up with the king’s mighty steps, breathing heavily.

"Your highness," Sir. Oliver called.

Francis kept walking, not sparing the old man a glance, he spoke. "No Oliver, I am not throwing a feast to celebrate your resurrection."

"I wasn’t dead in the first place your highness. I only stopped my heart from beating because that wizard was going to take my life but that isn’t what matters now, your highness, we have a problem." sir. Oliver revealed.

Francis halted. "If Mala being alive and with me is the problem you’re referring to then you should stop worrying about it. Mala isn’t a threat and she would never be," Francis stated, but Sir. Oliver’s response was shocking.

"I also learnt last night that Mala isn’t a threat," He said.

Francis was quite shocked. "How? Are you sure of what you’re saying? And how did that change? I thought you said she’s the one in the prophesy?" Francis asked.

Sir. Oliver lowered his head. "It is better that you see things for yourself," Sir. Oliver said, leading Francis to his chambers.

Francis walked in, confused and rather disturbed. At first, he thought learning that things weren’t that way with Mala would make him feel at ease, but it was rather the opposite.

Curiosity lingered in his heart, and a part of him kept telling him something wasn’t right.

"Oliver, I would prefer that you go straight to the point and tell me what exactly the problem is," Francis impatiently said.

Sir. Oliver went to his table and picked a book.

"The prophesy book?" Francis asked.

"Yes, your highness."

"If all of this has anything to do with a prophesy, then count me out of it, Oliver! I do not want to have anything to do with it! I’ve had enough!" Francis sneered.

Sir. Oliver lowered his head. "I am afraid that it is not something we can ignore. As we both know, your life is on the line."

Francis grabbed a chair and sat.

He had just gotten over everything that happened with Mala and just a few hours ago, he was happy and comfortable about the fact that he already had everything sorted out.

He thought he already had a good life, where nothing was a threat, but he turned out to be wrong.

"And what’s the problem this time?" Francis asked.

Sir. Oliver placed the book in front of him and gently flipped through it. "There’s nothing written here. It has all vanished! It means the prophesy has been sorted, right? It means it’s all gone, doesn’t it?" Francis asked, with a mix of fear and anger in his voice.

Sir. Oliver kept flipping through the book, until he reached the last page. It was the only page that had a writing in it. It was written with something that looked like a red ink, but somehow smelt like blood.

It said. "Her eyes are like the ocean, her hair like the early morning sun. She has beauty like a goddess, and scent like a garden.

Her love you must embraced, but her hatred you must flee from.

Embrace her love and avoid her wrath because only her can end the devil."

As Francis read through thesr words, he tightened his fists against the table. "Arabella, isn’t it?" Francis asked and Sir. Oliver nodded.

"You have to embrace her love, your highness," sir. Oliver said.

Francis hit the table with his fist and the strong wood shattered. Sir. Oliver stepped back. "I know that you are angry, your highness, but that is what must be done."

"What must be done? I have a woman in my life already, Oliver! And you want me to embrace the love of another! What do you want me to tell, Mala! What do you want her to think of me! She is never going to forgive me! Because of your stupid assumptions, do you know what she had to go through! You would have just killed her if I didn’t do what I did!

What if Mala had died? You would have just come to me again, saying we killed the wrong person?" Francis seethed.

"I am sorry your highness if it seems as if I am being irresponsible, but things like this aren’t what I can control. The ancestors must have changed their minds," Sir. Oliver answered.

"The ancestors?" Francis scoffed.

"If Mala truly loves you, then she should understand that it is a must for you to get married to king Luther’s daugher," Sir. Oliver said.

"Marriage?" Francis exclaimed.

Sir. Oliver nodded. "And afterwards, we’ll kill her and everything will go back to normal. But first, you need to embrace her love and win her over."

"I do not think that I am ready for all of this," Francis said.

"You do not have a choice, your highness." Sir. Oliver answered.

Francis vanished and appeared in the room he shared with Mala.

****

Not wanting to scare his woman, he replaced the from on his face with a smile and hugged her from behind. Mala gently slid into his embrace.

"If you keep doing this to me, you will make me addicted to you," Mala answered, turning to hug him. Mala placed her head on his chest and wrapped her hands around him.

Francis couldn’t help the guilt that overwhelmed him. He had no idea how he was going to break the news to Mala.

To him, it made no sense. The prophesies kept messing with him and as much as he tried not to, he started to think that he was being manipulated and punished by their ancestors.

He never even wanted the powers in the first place so why did he have to go through so much pain?

Francis looked at Mala, she seemed very comfortable around him. He knew it would break her if he suddenly told her that he wanted to get married to Arabella but at the same time, he couldn’t hide it from her.

"There is something I want to talk to you about," Mala said, suddenly breaking the hug. She sat on the edge of the bed and Francis stood in front of her.

"What is it?" He asked.

"It is about Arabella and king Luther," Mala said and the king’s heart raced.

"What is it about them?" He asked.

"I went to the dinning today to have breakfast. I was tired of always being locked up in the room, so I thought I needed some air. Then that was when I met King Luther and his daughter. They asked me to leave the village for them. They want me to leave to that Arabella can get married to you," Mala said and Francis was silent.

"I do not know how much longer I can last with those two being around. They threatened to get me out of the way themselves if I refused to move. I do not know what else to do, Francis....and I learnt that you almost slept with her. Why? Did you have to? I was only away for a short while but....."

"I am sorry."

Francis’s response was sharp.

"I am sorry if I sound jealous or selfish, but I do not think I can keep up with the both of them being here," Mala had her voice a bit raised. "You told me you loved me and I can remember clearly that you said you don’t want to have anything to do with Arabella, then why do you still have them here? Isn’t she supposed to be in her father’s village?"

"I am sorry, Mala," Francis repeated.

"Stop saying sorry to me Francis and explain to me why you still have her here. It’s not what I’m thinking is it?" Mala yelled.

"I am sorry, Mala," Francis pleaded, his voice shaking.

"I love you so much, Francis and for no reason do I want to doubt you. So please, explain things to me and better still let them go if you know that you really do not want to have anything to do with king Luther’s daugher," Mala cried.

"I am sorry, Mala. But I am afraid I cannot let Arabella go. I have to take her as my wife." Francis said.

Silence.....

Author: who else is feeling sorry for our Francis?

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