Chapter 31

Training was not as compact when Meraille was around. Apparently Tristan also wanted to spend some time with Meraille. He did not say anything or showed it but Sienna knew that the yearning was there. So once in a while during training, Sienna would stop 15 minutes early and send Tristan to Meraille’s arms. She would then continue training by her own.

On the middle of the third week, Tristan decided that swimming was essential for the training. It was easy for him because he was dating one of France best female swimmers. So Meraille herself would train Sienna.

It was early one morning and instead of a table of breakfast, there was a big black and blue Stella McCartney tote on the table. Meraille then came out from the kitchen wearing a loose nebulous embroider blue top over a halter bikini. She completed her outfit with crisp white shorts and a tawny sunhat.

“We are soaking the sun and breathing in the scent of fresh water today, Sienna. You better go change and meet us out back by the jetty,” said Meraille as she handed Sienna a cup of steaming hot tea. She then skipped off gracefully out of the room.

A very confused Sienna went and changed into a pair of three quarter pants and v-neck over her bikini. She grabbed the Stella McCartney tote and walked out back to the castle jetty. She took in the warm fall atmosphere and watch as the Rhine River flowed gently to the south.

What surprised Sienna was the magnificent marquee speedboat that was parked at the jetty. It was shiny and immaculately white in color. The shape of the speedboat was perfectly designed to make it as aerodynamic as possible. She could already sense the speed of the boat.

Standing on the bridge with his Hermes shades and unbuttoned turquoise oxford shirt over a singlet was Tristan. He looked like a dashing knight, just like everyone perceived him to be. His fingers were entwined with the delicate fingers of the lady in his heart. It was a sweet sight to see the both of them together.

Only recently did Sienna understand the relationship between Tristan and Meraille. It did not make sense at first as to why Meraille would be with Tristan. Meraille was a strong individual who would take care of herself and does not depend on the others. Why would she date a knight like Tristan when she did not need any protection? What Sienna discovered was that Meraille did not need a knight to take care of her well being, she needed a strong brave knight to take care of her heart. Which is an even more challenging thing to do because the heart is fragile.

With Tristan, he need someone as strong to understand and tolerate his sometimes egoistic self. He needed someone that would not use his love against him. That is why the sole protector of his heart is Meraille.

Deciphering the love story made Sienna think of her very own. But her love story had more perilous chapters then she wanted. Sienna wondered why she needs Darius. If they were really in love then why is everything and everyone else against it? When two people fall in love, they should be together and yet in Sienna’s case, they aren’t.

Sienna obscured the thought of Darius by putting on her sunglasses and walking on the jetty. Tristan tore his gaze away from Meraille to help Sienna onto the deck. When everyone was comfortable, Tristan turned on the engine and they sailed off.

“So where are you liebespaar taking me?” asked Sienna with a sardonic one. There was no reason to remotely mad or irritated by their fervent behavior but Sienna had a hard time controlling it.

“I am sorry you have to witness our ardent manners,” said Tristan, who sensed Sienna’s irksome tone. But with those words, his hand was still firmly lace with Meraille’s.

“No, I’m sorry for acting puerile. Apparently no matter how powerful of a future monarch I am, I can’t stop love,” replied Sienna with a smirk.

“I’m going to train you in swimming today,” said Meraille finally, trying to break the tension as she let go Tristan.

“It makes sense. So are you going to train me in the Rhine?” asked Sienna as she watched the soft blue currents of the river.

“No, not the Rhine. We are going somewhere much more breathtaking. You’ll see,” she said with a smile. So for the next 20 minutes, Sienna focused on the dark green leaves of the forest surrounding her than of Meraille and Tristan’s entwined fingers.

When they arrived at the mouth of the Rhine, Sienna already noticed the spectacular beauty of Lake Constance. The lake was vast and the expanse of the mountains complimented it. The morning sunshine cast shimmering gold flecks on the wavy surface of the lake and the wind blew gently towards the south.

Tristan ventured into the middle of the lake, just between the German and Swedish border. The boat engine was turned off and Meraille started to undress herself. She stripped to her pale orange halter bikini and immediately started to apply sunscreen.

“Meraille is your trainer today. She is the one with the vast collection of swimming medals,” said Tristan with a smile dedicated to Meraille.

“Praises aside, today we are going to test on your endurance and speed. You are going o swim 250 meters south to that red buoy and back without stopping. Can you handle that?” asked Meraille as she took off her sunglasses.

“Are you kidding? Meraille, that’s a half-kilometer swim. Obviously it’s a piece of cake to you, you’re an Olympic swimmer! Plus I am not as fit as you,” whined Sienna. She was waiting for Tristan to shout at her for complaining but he did not utter a word.

“Sienna you have been training with Tristan for more than 2 months now. You are fitter than before you started training. Besides, we are testing endurance first. Only after that will we time you and train you to the swim in a certain time limit,” explained Meraille.

“What is the time limit?” asked Sienna suddenly.

“We will time Meraille first and then we’ll determine the suitable time limit for you,” said Tristan as he took out a stopwatch from his pocket. Meraille stood in position at the row of the speedboat. Tristan came up to her and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Meraille then leaned forward into position. With the word ‘go’ Meraille dove into the lake, only resurfacing a couple of meters ahead.

As they both watched as Meraille swam her way to the buoy, Sienna took the opportunity to ask Tristan a question she had been dying to ask since she first discovered about their love relationship.

“Do you remember that morning when I first met Meraille at the castle? You came out and you were stunned and shock. Why were you that way? Are you like embarrassed or something?” asked Sienna boldly to Tristan. Tristan chuckled at her question.

“No I was not embarrassed, I was just a little afraid of what your reaction would be,” confessed Tristan.

“Why? You were afraid I was going to disapprove of your feelings towards my friend?” asked Sienna in disbelief.

“I guess so. I did not know if you would be comfortable with it. Plus you are a monarch, so what you feel towards something is important. If you do not like the situation, you have the prerogative to change it,” said Tristan.

“Well I don’t have the prerogative to tell Meraille who she falls in love with. I only have jurisdiction with matters relating to the society. Besides, I’m not even a monarch yet and it’s not like I’m going to behead you when I do become one,” replied Sienna with a smile.

“ You are going to be a great monarch, Sienna,” said Tristan as he returned her smile.

Meraille arrived back to the speedboat in amazing time of 5 minutes and 6 seconds. As Meraille toweled off, they both contemplated and finally gave a timeline of 8 minutes for Sienna to complete her task. As Sienna stripped to her swimwear, she thought that if she tried hard, she conquer the given timeline at the first try. She realized that it was stupid to snivel, she was a future monarch and future monarchs should take the bull by its horns.

The crystal waters of Lake Constance were inviting as Sienna stood by the edge of the boat. Meraille was by her side, ready to give order.

“Time it Meraille. I want to see my capability. I might not be as fast as you but I assure you, I’m not far behind,” said Sienna assuredly as she got into position. With a proud smile, Meraille got hold of the stopwatch and hollered go.

Sienna plunged into the deep waters. The water was warm as she pushed her way across the currents. She inhaled deeply every time she went under and concentrated hard on the small red buoy ahead. She lightly touched the buoy and instantly swam back. Her arms and legs started to feel sore and tired. Her lungs started to burn from the rapid inhaling and exhaling. But the determination to finish the task was irrepressible. Giving up was the last thing on her mind. Finally Sienna exhaled deeply as she triumphantly touched the edge of the speedboat.

“That was good. You manage to time at 6 minutes and 16 seconds,” said Meraille as she helped Sienna out of the water. Tristan handed her a towel and Sienna took a good look at the stopwatch. A satisfied smile beamed across her face instantly.

“I’m taking a break, my arms are sore,” said Sienna as she sat down. Meraille followed her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Sienna, the swimming training is not the only reason why we brought you here….” said Meraille softly, her voice a little shaky. Sienna looked at her friend with confusion and was waiting for the continuation of her sentence.

But Meraille was cut off by the sound of a roaring engine followed by splashing waves. Sailing from the west towards the speedboat was a magnificent yacht. The white sails spanned out majestically as it sailed speedily towards them.

It came to halt beside the speedboat and Sienna noticed a familiar face standing at the bow of the boat. The breeze was teasingly blowing Julez jet-black hair but her face was far from serene. Standing at the bridge of the yacht, hands on the steering wheel was Jesse and standing next to him was Teagan.

Happiness swept across Sienna for a moment of seeing her friends but she knew something was wrong from the looks on their faces. With a wave of a hand, Meraille, Tristan and Sienna were invited to board the yacht. Julez immediately gave Sienna a hug, showing how much she missed her best friend. Sienna gazed at everyone and saw the lugubrious expressions on their faces.

“What is going on here?” asked Sienna sternly but inside fear started to well up.

“There is a plot,” said someone from behind. Sienna turned around to find Alex coming out from the yacht cabin. He wore the same serious countenance but with a mixture of agitation.

“What plot?” asked Sienna who was vexed by everyone’s silent behavior. It seemed like all of them were afraid to tell her something. The she heard sounds coming from the cabin below, like someone was continuously hitting the cabin walls. Teagan and Jesse went down to the cabin as Sienna waited for her answer.

“A plot to kill Darius,” said Julez finally. Those words struck Sienna like a lighting bolt. A frisson of fear swirled inside of her. Fear was the dominant emotion but it was quickly replaced by fury.

“We can’t get hold of Darius. The best option is to hunt down the person assigned to kill him. We have someone who knows who that is but she would not talk,” explained Alex. Sienna stared at the stairway that led to the cabin and realized who was making the sounds.

Julez led Sienna to the cabin. Pinioned to a chair with her eyes and mouth bounded was a frail looking girl. Her hands were tightly tied behind her and her legs were bounded to the leg of the wooden chair.

“Her name is Emmy. Lisette discovered the little traitor while she was in Switzerland. She is a messenger who past all the information about Darius to the killer. But she would not talk,” said Teagan who was standing at the other corner of the cabin.

“I need all of you to leave the cabin for a while. I need to have a private talk with Emmy,” said Sienna with a cold tone. Her words were not a favor; it was more of a command.

“You heard her, everybody out,” said Julez as she walked up the stairs, followed soon by the rest. When the cabin door was closed, Sienna walked up to Emmy and took off the cloth that was wrapped around her mouth but left the blindfold on.

“Who is the person you sent the message to?” asked Sienna calmly but with a serious tone.

“Who are you to know the answer to that question? Besides, if I did not tell them than why should I tell you?” spat Emmy as she wriggled her tight body to break free. Sienna took out her pocketknife and cut the rope that was strangling Emmy’s hands. Emmy immediately took off her blindfold and her whole body froze at the sight of Sienna.

“Obviously from your reaction, you know who I am. But I bet you don’t know what I am capable of. So I think it is better if you start talking,” said Sienna in a rigid tone as she toyed with her pocket knife.

“They are going to kill your boyfriend and after that, they are going to go after you. You will be dead before you step up to the throne,” she said with a dastardly smirk. Before Sienna could reply that answer, Emmy swung her arm to punch Sienna in the face. Quickly, Sienna severed Emmy’s inner arm with her knife. As one hand sliced, the other was firmly gripping Emmy’s neck.

Emmy screamed from the wound on her arm but it was cut short due to the lack of air she was getting. Sienna gripped harder until tears spilled from Emmy’s petrified eyes.

“I know the feeling that you’re going through right now. I have been through the burning pain in your lungs and the tightness in your chest. It can all go away if I remove my hand. But you need to start telling me the things I want to hear before I can I do that,” taunted Sienna furiously.

Emmy continued to judder in the hopes of breaking free before she ran out of air. Sienna glared into those painful eyes in disgust and for some reason she did not feel any sympathy towards her. Sienna felt worried and scared but overpowering those emotions were anger and determination. With those belligerent feelings boiling inside of her, Sienna grasped Emmy’s throat harder.

“Harlow! I sent the message to Harlow Erasmus. She is the person assigned to kill Darius,” cried out Emmy.

As Sienna heard that name, everything around her seemed to slow down. Her whole body went numb but her mind was as alive as the burning sun. She remembered the fiery red hair and the skeptical blue eyes of Harlow lying on the hood of Darius’s new Aston Martin. She remembered the way Harlow looked at him and the way she placed her skinny hands on his shoulder.

The thought of that dastardly sycophant touching her divine angel made Sienna sick. The painful feeling after the ire was the worst part. She came to the cliff that day to apologize but instead she was silently succeeded. Sienna knew that Harlow’s presence brought imminence. But she took it as a sign it was never meant to be between Darius and her. That was the reason for her hasty departure.

Suddenly her blood started to boil. It felt like venom running through her veins. The amount of revulsion evolving inside of her turned Sienna into a different person, a person she never thought she would be, a person tangled in rage. Rage that was driven by love.

Hell has no fury than a woman’s scorn, especially when the woman is in love.

THE END

Chapter 30

The pine trees danced gracefully to the rhythm of the wind coming from the lush green hills. You could hear the distant sound of flowing fresh water, harmonizing with the sound of the unknown forest. The striking hues of green, brown and blue dominated the surrounding as Sienna adjusted her eyes to the beauty around her.

The ancient stone castle standing proud in front of her was magnificent. The cracks and chips on the stonewall made it look historic and as she stared upon it, she could not help but feel like she was in the Middle Ages. Even though Sienna has her own castle, this was nothing compared to it.

Before leaving London, Sienna asked Jesse about this mysterious ‘knight’. The lascivious reaction from her girlfriends made her very curious and for some reason, neither of the girls would speak about their guilty weak moment. But to her vain, the only reply Jesse said was “ If you want the answer to that question, you need to see it with your own eyes.”

So here she was, standing in front of the Thurnberg castle near Koblenz, Germany for her monarch training. The location could not have been better. Lexy would never be able to trace her all the way to the small town of Wellmich in the southwest of Germany.

The door of the castle opened and a man in black suit came out with two other men behind him. The man in the suit had striking white hair, a face that aged gracefully and a very strong posture. To Sienna, he looked like a sterner version of Darius’s butler.

“Welcome Miss Masenfer. I am Dewitt, chamberlain of Thurnberg castle,” said the black-suited man with a German accent. Surprisingly his tone of voice did not sound stern to Sienna in any way. It sounded benevolent to her.

“Guten abend Dewitt,” replied Sienna with a smile.

“Guten abend to you too. The servants will take your luggage to your room and you can rest for the evening. It must have been a long journey to come here,” said Dewitt as he escorted her inside the castle.

“It was a long journey actually. So when do I finally get to meet Knight?” asked Sienna anxiously. The two men carried her luggage upstairs which Dewitt led. Sienna followed him swiftly through the maize like castle.

“ He is actually training right now but you are welcomed to see him. He thought that after the tiring journey, you would want to rest first,” said Dewitt as they arrived in front of a huge wooden door with old fashion gold door handles. The room was a colossal with carpeted walls and stone floors. The bed had a heavy wooden frame and was curtained with burgundy linen hangings. The windows were stretched out on one side of the room and were overlooking the town of Wellmich.

“By your bedside drawer is a navigation and communication device. A map and directory of the whole castle is installed in there. If you wish to go anywhere in the castle premises, the NAVCO could be of great assistance,” continued Dewitt as his men left the room.

“Great. Thank you Dewitt,” replied Sienna with a smile as she turned on the NAVCO.

“You are welcome. Knight will be in training room one of you wish to meet him. If you ever need me just use the NAVCO. Have a nice stay Miss Masenfer,” he said as he closed the wooden door.

Sienna immediately took of her suede Balenciaga boots and opted for a pair of comfy blue Keds. She tied her hair into a high ponytail and started browsing through the NAVCO. Training room one was located three floors up on the west wing. With one quick look at the small town, she was out of the room.

Sienna passed through vast portraits and knights armors that occupied the hallways. The NAVCO led her to a flight of stone steps that led her straight to the third floor. The evening rays shined through the small circular windows by the stairs, causing halos of light on the steps. Sienna finally arrived at a big bolted door. Before she could take one step forward, the door was already opened.

Training room one was a long rectangular room with a long maroon carpet covering from one end of the room to the other. On one corner of the room was stocked with swords and sharp weaponry, which hanged in glass cupboards on the wall. There were also various designs of swords hanged up in plaques on the wall in between the windows.

In the middle of the room swiftly parrying each other’s attack were two men. They were both fighting using a different type of weapon than a pariser. What surprised Sienna was that neither of them was wearing the standard fencing protective gear. They both attacked and parried each other with speed and precision. One of the males had a weak moment so the contender took the opportunity and gave him an unexpected strike.

The striker then walked forward to the glass cupboard of weapons, not revealing his face to Sienna. The other guy, the one who got attacked placed his sword between his teeth and took out a bandage from his left pocket. Sienna saw the blood trickling down his right wrist and immediately came up to him.

Sienna took the sword form his mouth and placed it on the floor. She then took the bandage from him and ripped it into two. She took one half of the bandage to wipe the blood off and then she gently wrapped his wrist with the other half.

The guy just stood there and observed how attentively Sienna tried to stop the bleeding. He saw the hint of horror in her gray eyes when he was struck and the solicitude when she handled his hand.

“Such a compassionate future monarch. Not like the others,” he said from under his eyelashes. Sienna was startled by the word ‘future monarch’. She immediately looked up and almost drowned into his limpid blue eyes.

“Being a monarch does not give me the excuse to be egotistic. You should put some antibiotic on this wound, just in case,” said Sienna after she securely tied the bandage.

“ I will remember that. I am Karsten Kirshenbaum by the way,” he said with a smile. Sienna took a good look at him and analyzed his features. He had more of a pretty boy sort of face to Sienna. His dark blonde hair was styled in layers and his long lashes emphasized his deep blue eyes.

“I am Sienna Masenfer. Are you by any chance the Knight?” asked Sienna as she crossed her arms.

“No, I am,” said a voice from behind. Sienna gazed at the figure that was walking towards her and Karsten. She instantly knew why her girlfriends gave such lustful reactions at the sound of his name. The Knight had a ravishing visage that was enough to make any girl stop and stare. His hair was a beautiful color of light ash blonde that lightly fell sideways down his forehead. His eyes were a rich shade of green, almost similar to the green forest outside the castle walls. He had beautifully shaped lips that accentuated his strong jaw. Sienna thought he definitely looked like a sexier version of a medieval knight, waiting to save a damsel in distress.

“Duval, but my friends call me Tristan,” he said with an extended hand. Sienna gently shook his hand and caught Karsten gazing her from her blue shoes up to her wavy ponytail.

“ Well I have some duties I need to attend to. It is an honor to meet you Sienna. I am truly looking forward to your rein in the society and thank you for your medical assistance,” said Karsten as he picked up his Korbschlager.

“Bye Karsten,” replied Sienna. Before he left the room, Karsten turned around to face Sienna and Tristan.

“Wunderschon,” he said with a smirk

“ Ja doch. Es gereut mich der nachteil. Leb wohl,” said Tristan to him in fluent German. When Karsten left the room, Sienna turned back her attention to the striking Tristan.

“What did he say?” asked Sienna curiously.

“He said you were very beautiful,” replied Tristan casually with crossed arms.

“And what did you said?” asked Sienna as she narrowed her eyes.

“I agreed with him. So do you like what you’ve seen?” he said in the same casual tone, like it was no surprise that Sienna was an attractive person.

“I like your way of fighting but when it comes to your physical features, I have seen better,” replied Sienna, trying to hide her smile with a pout. She had no doubt that he was a captivating person but Darius would always standout to her.

“Sardonic little monarch. Tell me Sienna what are you doing here?” asked Tristan in a more serious tone.

“To learn how to defend myself,” replied Sienna instantly.

“Defend yourself from who?” he asked again. That question made all the horrific events swirl inside Sienna’s head. She remembered all the dangerous vulnerable times. She felt once again all the fear, the worry, the pain and the rage.

“Everyone. Everyone who is against my family, everyone that disapproves of my love towards Darius, everyone that thinks I do not deserve to be a monarch. I am not here to prove to all of you that I deserve this position. I am here to prove to myself that I can be a great leader,” said Sienna with sincerity.

“Your aim is set and I am here to help you achieve it, Sienna. Are you well enough to start right now?” he asked as he grabbed a pariser from the nearby cupboard.

“Absolutely.”

“All right. But let me warn you that I am very strict when it comes to training people. I do not tolerate grousers or tantrums. When we are practicing, I am the instructor and you are the novice. Are we clear?” he said as he gyrated Sienna while playing dangerous tricks on his pariser.

“Yes,” replied Sienna instantly, not taking her eyes off the flying pariser.

“Good. So tell me what sort of activities or sports you do,” asked Tristan, still circling her with the pariser.

“Well when I was young my mum immersed me in a lot of things. I did equestrian for a while and also fencing. My dad thought me how to arch and drive fast cars,” answered Sienna. She suddenly remembered her first horse when she was 9, the firm gripping of her pariser, the satisfaction of hitting a bulls eye and the adrenaline rush she had when she drove more than the speed limit allowed.

“This means you have all the basics. All I need to do is refresh your memory and train you to use your skills for combat. It should not be hard for you but it will be tiring,” he said with a halt.

“Not hard? What you did with Karsten was so fast and you both did it with such precision. You call that easy? And what do you mean I have all the basics?” asked Sienna.

“Sword fighting is somewhat similar to fencing. There are just more complicated moves and you fight with a sword than a simple pariser. By learning archery, you know how to hit a target, which is useful for a lot of things. It seems like both of your parents have already exposed you to the fighting skills of the society at a very young age. You just haven’t noticed it before,” explained Tristan. Quickly he threw the pariser he was holding directly at Sienna. Sienna amazingly caught it by the handle.

“You are very swift, Sienna. Why don’t you get use to the pariser, refresh your memory a little. Your practicing schedule is in your NAVCO. We will begin practice tomorrow morning at 6.30 sharp. Good day Miss Masenfer,” said Tristan with a charming smile. He then left her in the training for the evening.

As the door closed, Sienna examined the pariser in her hand. She thrust the weapon forward while balancing her feet at the same time. She tried to recall all the moves and tactics of fencing that she learned when she was young. She bended her wrist and turn it clockwise effortlessly to do a simple quarte move. Apparently she still remembers the moves.

Sienna was determined to succeed. She was going to do whatever it takes to bring out the warrior in her, the monarch in her. After this, she would be a better and stronger Sienna Masenfer. She would evolve into the great monarch that her family wanted her to be, the monarch that would bring salvation to Eternelle Situation De Trio.

~*~

After breakfast the next morning, Sienna went back to training room one for her practice. On her way there, she checked her training schedule on her NAVCO. Apparently her training sessions will continue for the next 12 weeks. Twice a week for 3 hours, she would have to study about the society history at the library. Sienna did not mind, she would do anything she can to be the best.

“Good morning Sienna. Suit up, your suit is on the chesterfield,” said Tristan who was fully dressed in his white fencing attire. Sienna instantly put on her white Kevlar padded fencing jacket and gloves. Tristan then threw her a pariser, which she caught easily.

“The type of fencing we are practicing with today is Epee because this type, your target is not restricted. Now before you attack, I want you study all the possible angles you could strike me with. In combat you must think and strike fast. No hesitation should appear,” said Tristan.

With that, they both put on their fencing masks. They saluted each other with their parisers and took position. Tristan made the first strike that was parried off by Sienna. Sienna quickly replied with a septime move but missed and was struck by Tristan on the torso.

“Try to anticipate your opponent’s next move,” said Tristan as they moved slowly in a circle, waiting to strike each other. Tristan attacked first with a lost tempo move and Sienna parried it off.

Tristan maintained balance and observed Sienna’s determination. Then he quickly riposted but Sienna counter parried it and lunge forward afterwards with a counterattack. Unexpected by the first time counterattack, Tristan did a counter time, which lead Sienna to lose her pariser.

“ That counterattack was a brave dauntless move. I would never expect it on our first fight. You have good footwork and balance but you lack anticipation. You need to gather instinctive understanding of your opponent’s actions and responses,” commented Tristan.

Sienna picked up her pariser and process all of his words.

“Anticipate opponent’s actions and responses. Got it. Shall we go again?” asked Sienna with a smile. Tristan admired her tenacity and lifted his pariser for an on guard position.

~*~

The learning transition from fencing to sword fighting was somewhat easy for Sienna. She just had to get use to holding a heavier and lethal weapon. It took some time for Sienna to fairly defeat Tristan because he was a very handy swordsman with unexpected tricks and cunning tactics up his sleeve. But after much practice, Sienna was getting faster and better in her sword moves.

Archery was facile to Sienna compared to sword fighting. All she had to do was imagine Lexy Pierce’s head on the target, a fatuous but very effective trick. After the first week, Sienna received a small token from Tristan in the form of a small pocketknife. Its handle was made of light brown wood and dangerously attached to it was a shiny clip blade. Before going to bed, Sienna would flip it open and then flip it back in multiple times in a very fast motion. She continued doing it until it practically became a habit for her. She would walk around the castle unconsciously as she toyed rapidly with the pocketknife.

After spending much time with Tristan, the slight infatuation towards him dissolved in Sienna. As charming as Tristan is, he is mostly a sedulous, vigilant and sometimes shrewd person. Chivalry and solicitude were his best qualities but it rarely showed during training. Their relationship evolved into a brother-sister camaraderie, which mostly circulated around the feelings of vexation and cynicism. Irksome usually boils up in Sienna due to Tristan’s inability to tolerate weakness. So slowing down and stopping during training would lead to a belligerent howling from Tristan.

As occupied as Sienna was, loneliness would somehow find its ways into Sienna’s heart. Sienna sometimes would yearn for her friends but the ache for Darius was constant the whole time she was there. She was allowed to go out from the castle premises but unfortunately the small town of Welmich did not offer much fascination except for its irrepressible beauty. But her desolation was perished due to the arrival of a certain person.

It was a Tuesday morning on the 7th week of training. Sienna entered the dining hall as she inhaled the wonderful smell of freshly brewed coffee. But instead of finding Tristan sitting at his usual seat at the long table, she saw a slender olive skinned girl sitting on the right side of Tristan’s seat.

She was wearing a short navy silk robe and her glossy dark brown hair was swept to one side. She was reading the newspaper as her perfectly manicured finger was fiddling with the silverware. Sensing someone was watching her; the girl turned her head and locked eyes with Sienna. Smiles flitted across both their faces as they saw each other for the first time in a while.

“Good morning Sienna,” she said happily as she stood up.

“Meraille…” said Sienna, surprised by her presence. They both hugged each other and as they let go, Sienna could not help but smell a familiar scent that was lingering on Meraille’s skin.

“So how are you holding up with all the training? Is Tristan making you wake up this early everyday?” asked Meraille as they both sat down opposite of each other.

“ Yeah. By the way, where is he? He is usually the first one to wake up in this place,” asked Sienna as she poured herself a cup of coffee and dwelled upon Tristan’s mysterious absence.

“He is still sleeping and do not worry, your practice this morning will be adjourn because Tristan will most probably be too tired. He did not get much sleep last night,” explained Meraille as she took a bite off her toast.

“What was he doing last night?” asked Sienna curiously. Meraille just lifted her left shoulder in a shrug and gave Sienna a very mystifying half smile. With the movement of Meraille’s shoulder, the sleeve of her robe slid down to reveal a lacy white and blue bra.

Sienna suddenly realized the familiar scent that was all over Meraille and a smirk crossed her face. Apparently her observant habit can accidentally answer all the unanswered questions. The sense of surprise did not leave Sienna as she said her next words.

“No wonder you smell like him,” said Sienna with a raised eyebrow. A laugh escaped Meraille’s thin lips as she silently praised Sienna’s observant behavior. Moments later, Sienna joined in the jocose atmosphere.

“I did you a favor. Now you have the whole morning off,” said Meraille in between giggles.

“I’m not mocking you. Ok maybe I was a little sarcastic but I have always been that way. I guess I’m just stunned that one of my friends is dating my trainer. Wait, you two are dating right? This is not a secret affair or a one time hook up,” asked Sienna.

“No it is not a hook up. I have been with Tristan for a year and a half now,” replied Meraille with a smile. Now that flabbergasted Sienna. A year and a half was a long time. Sienna kept wondering why neither of them mentioned anything.

“How come you have never told me that you are dating one of the most ravishing guys in the society? I mean seriously, when Jesse mentioned his name for the first time, the look on Teagan and Julez’s faces suddenly lit up like he was a this chivalrous knight. I had to wait till I met him face to face in order to understand Teagan and Julez’s reaction,” said Sienna, finally admitting to someone that Tristan was actually a good looking guy. Sienna’s remark made Meraille smile even more.

“ I am used to reactions like what Julez and Teagan expressed to you. Everyone has a little crush on my knight. But excuse me Sienna, you are the girl that tamed and conquered the heart of the society’s most eligible future monarch,” replied Meraille with a pout. Sienna contemplated on Meraille’s words about Darius and her. Sienna never thought of her relationship with Darius as an achievement. She did not even know that Darius was as desired as he is until later on in their relationship.

The similarity of the two girls dating a coveted guy in the society was obvious but there was a big difference. Meraille was still able to call Tristan her own. Sienna kept wondering if she still could consider Darius as her own. Does she still have the prerogative to refer to Darius as ‘my love’?

Suddenly a very shirtless Tristan entered the dining hall and for once his gorgeous blonde hair was not immaculately in place. Instead it was immaculately messy in the most desirable way. It was the first time Sienna saw the knight’s lusty bare chest and washboard abs and she thanked god no salacious thoughts invaded her mind.

Tristan looked up and was shocked to see Sienna seating by the table. It was like for a second, he totally forgot that Sienna was even in the castle. Sienna stared at him with her arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Tristan looked tired but there no doubt that there was a hint of sparkle in his eyes that morning. Sienna could already guess where the sparkle came from.

“ Good morning,” said Meraille lovingly to him. With those words, Tristan suddenly snapped back into reality.

“Sorry, good morning. Sienna I am sorry for my late awakening today. We could start your horse riding activities this afternoon if you do not mind. I am surprisingly still exhausted…” explained Tristan who was almost jabbering with his words.

“ You two must had one hell of a night,” said Sienna under her breath that brought a kick to her leg by Meraille who heard what she said.

“ No explanation is needed Tristan. I understand. You can go back to sleep if you want to. Plus I think it would be better if Meraille joined you too,” she said with a cheeky smile to Meraille. Meraille got out of her seat with rolling eyes and went towards Tristan.

“She knows about us. The little monarch figured it out herself. Come on, let’s go,” said Meraille as she took Tristan’s hand. A wave of relief wash through Tristan who was suddenly happy that he was not there during Sienna’s discovery of his relationship with Meraille.

“ Horse training after lunch, all right?” he said, smiling for the first time that morning.

“All right… Now go!” said Sienna with giggles. Tristan placed his hands around Meraille’s waist and they both left the room.

Chapter 29

“Where is she? Sienna!” shouted Julez the moment she stepped through Jesse’s mansion door. Julez frantically walked through the hall, opening every door to look for her best friend.

“I swear to god Jesse, if anything happens to her….” Threatened Julez as she walked to the living room. The navy cushions on the sofa were still immaculately in place and there was no indication that someone vacated the living room. Julez continued her search through the enormous ground floor of the mansion.

Jesse stood by the hall of his house, watching his twin sister run around in worry. He would have happily told her which room Sienna was in if Julez would just slow down. Seeing his sister acting apprehensive made Jesse a little agitated. How could Julez think that he would hurt Sienna? Julez should know better that Jesse already learned his lesson and that he would never put Sienna in danger again. Where was the trust?

A wave of relief swept through Julez when she saw Sienna sitting by the kitchen island. Sienna looked tensed, her eyes were closed and Julez could faintly hear the hardcore beat coming from Sienna’s earplugs.

Sienna gave a small smile at the sight of Julez. Julez’s anxious eyes made Sienna remember all the worried stares she got from the people she loved. It was overwhelming that a number of people cared so much for her safety. But at the same time, there was a portion of people that wanted her gone.

“Are you okay? Did the jackass try to do anything?” asked Julez as she hugged Sienna’s shoulders. The word Jackass that was clearly referred to Jesse which made Sienna wonder if the twins ever had the same amount of reliance since her near death experience.

“Thankfully and surprisingly, Jesse didn’t try to kill me and please Julez, don’t call your brother a jackass,” said Sienna as she turned off her Ipod.

“Thank you…” replied Jesse as he took a sip of Evian water.

“Even though he is one,” commented Sienna back with an icy stare to Jesse. Suddenly the doorbell rang and Jesse made an excuse to leave the kitchen. Jesse opened the door and immediately whiffed the smell of sweet scented flowers. Standing there in her purple Marc Jacobs dress under her tweed Chanel coat was Teagan. A lascivious smirk flitted on Jesse’s face as she entered without invitation.

“Everything all right?” asked Teagan as she entered the kitchen. Sienna’s face lit up at the sight of her friend.

“Hey you,” said Sienna as they both hugged each other.

“Thanks for coming Teagan,” said Julez.

“It is not a problem but I do have some bad news,” replied Teagan with a serious tone. She tucked a strand of her blondish chestnut hair behind her ear and looked straight at Jesse as he set foot in the kitchen.

“Apparently your bitch-of-an-ex-girlfriend is after Sienna and she knows her location. So I’m sorry Sienna but you can’t stay with Julez. It is too risky,” explained Teagan. That piece of news made Sienna shiver in panic. It seemed that Lexy is a more cunning person than she thought.

“So where am I going to stay? Certainly not here, right?” asked Sienna as she tried to block away the horrific images of her staying under the same roof as Jesse. Even though he has apologized, the full sense of trust was not there yet.

“With Jesse? Hell no!” said Julez.

“Hello? Jesse is right here. All 3 of you are under my roof. Do you see me grabbing the knife and starting a homicide? Could you girls stop talking to me like I’m the next Jack Ripper? I brought Sienna here for safety and she is completely unharmed. Don’t I credit for that?” expressed Jesse with frustration.

“ No, you do not get credit because once upon a time you were in a conspiracy to kill her,” said Julez callously.

“ Plus the person that is out to get Sienna happens to be your derange ex-girlfriend. That means no kudos for you Jesse,” continued Teagan with an ironic smile.

“So where am I going to stay then?” intruded Sienna, exasperated by the bickering of her friends.

“Is your place available? How about Meraille or Lisette?” asked Julez. Sienna felt uncomfortable at the thought of her having to stay at her friends’ houses. She has nothing against her girlfriends but she does not want to burden her friends. Besides Sienna was not close to Teagan, Meraille and Lisette the way she is close with Julez. She kept thinking why can’t she just rent some small loft in the middle of nowhere and stay there quietly.

“ I would really love you to stay with me Sienna but it is not the most peaceful time at my house. My parents are getting a divorce so things are a little hectic. Meraille apparently is training for the national swimming meet and Lisette is busy taking baking classes before starting college.”

“Can I say something?” asked Sienna.

“Sure you can but it is not necessary to ask for permission. You are going to be the next monarch of the society. Monarchs do not ask for consent. You know, we should benefit this hiding time of yours. We should train you so you can be ready to face anybody that tries to lay a hand on you,” said Teagan, impressed by her brilliant idea.

“Train you to become the next great monarch,” said Julez, agreeing with Teagan’s proposition.

“What makes you guys think that I can be a great ruler? I can’t even take care of myself,” protested Sienna. The words of her friends were big but she still felt small.

“ Do not worry, you’ll be a great leader. You are a Masenfer. Sovereignty is in your blood,” said Jesse, which surprised everyone. The girls assumed that all this time he was trying so hard to keep his position in the society. Sienna saw the genuineness in Jesse’s eyes was instantly staggered. Jesse had faith in her, which strengthen her trust in him a little.

“So where do I get this training because I really want to learn how to defend myself. I can’t stand being so vulnerable,” said Sienna as she lightly shook her head in self-annoyance.

“Knight,” said Jesse instantly. With that one word, Teagan’s perfectly manicured eyebrow arched in lasciviousness. Julez on the other hand bit the side of her lip like a naughty little girl. Jesse just rolled his eyes at the sight of the girls’ response. That made Sienna suddenly fascinated and curious with the somewhat salacious reactions of her girlfriends.

“What’s a Knight?” asked Sienna ignorantly.

Chapter 28

“Now whoever said that time heals the pain must be a severely patient person. For the inpatient people like you and me, retail therapy always does the trick,” said Julez with a big smile. She twirled around in front of the massive mirror, admiring the aquamarine Alberta stiletto from Jimmy Choo she was wearing.

Julez has already chosen 2 shoes and was contemplating on a third one. Sienna was sitting on the suede stool; legs stretch out as she stared at the burgundy Bodie peep toe shoes from Steve Madden that was strapped to her feet. Sienna had to admit that the best therapy for a girl is shopping. But during certain moments, she would suddenly remember the despondency in her heart.

Julez’s optimistic attitude stayed plastered to her since they left the apartment in the morning. Sienna could not bare to let her despair ruin her best friend’s mirth. Julez was just trying to cheer her up by taking her out to town and shop till they could shop no more. Which would never happen.

As they both entered the limo, Julez’s cell phone started to ring and she started to rummage through her enormous grey Chloe Paddington bag. Sienna observed Julez’s face when it suddenly lit up with joy but a few seconds later those hazel eyes where on her and the expression was not jovial. Then she ended the call, let out a sigh and turned to face Sienna.

“Ok, so I know I told you that we are going to spend the whole day together but something came up. There is this really cool producer who I have been dying to work with and the only time he can squeeze some working time with me is this evening. I have been waiting for him for a long time Sienna… So could you…,” said Julez pleadingly but was interrupted.

“Julez you don’t have to baby-sit me 24/7. This is about your work so go… You don’t need my permission. I’ll just hang out at your apartment; it’s no big deal,” said Sienna as she patted Julez’s knee.

After dropping off Julez at the recording studio, Sienna headed back to the apartment. Sienna entered the apartment doors swiftly and placed the card key on the marble table next to the it. All she wanted to do was take of her heels and lie down. Then she heard sounds coming from the living room and thought for a second who could be in the apartment. Housekeeping was out of the question because they usually do their jobs in the morning. For a while she felt the fear creep up her skin.

“I’ve been trying to call you all afternoon. Were you in the recording studio?” asked the familiar voice. Tiny senses of relief pass through Sienna as heard those words. It was obvious that the unidentified person in the apartment was looking for Julez and not her.

“Sorry for the sudden intrusion but I need to pick up some of my things,” he continued again without revealing himself. As close as she is with Julez, she never had the chance to get to know all the men in her life except one. But after processing his every word, Sienna was positive that it was not Alex because the person did not spoke in a Spanish accent.

Sienna stood there perfectly still, not knowing what to do. She would either get out of the apartment or gallantly face the mysterious person. In her mind, Sienna hoped that miraculously Julez would have another man in her life instead of Alex. Besides, what Julez and Alex are going through could hardly be called a relationship. It was more of secret liaison.

“Julez? Why aren’t you saying…” said the voice as he uncovered himself from the walls of the living room. He stopped speaking instantly when he saw the sight of Sienna.

As the frisson of emotions swirled inside her, Sienna could not believe whom she was seeing. Standing perfectly in front of her was Jesse. He was naked with only his distressed jeans on. The dim rays of the sun crept through the window and accentuated his divine upper body.

“Sienna?” he asked in a tone of bewilderment. With no lucid response, Sienna started to feel queasy and her heart was beating frantically. She was instantly terrified of the beautiful beast in front of her because after the incident with Lexy, Sienna never thought or looked at Jesse the same way.

After gaining conscious of her feet, Sienna stepped back a couple of steps and slammed the door shut. As she tried to control her breathing, Sienna walked hastily towards the elevator. She could hear Jesse calling her name from behind but tried to zone it out. Jesse quickly put on his red polo and ran out the door to catch up with Sienna. But as Jesse arrived at the front of the elevator, it was already closed shut.

The air condition blasted Sienna’s face with cool air as she entered the lobby. The sound of her Sergio Rossi heels echoed through the hall as she walked with speed. Once outside, Sienna did not hesitate to cross the street and get lost in the park. She quickly rummaged through her Prada tote to find her cell phone and call someone.

As she crossed the street, she heard the screeching sound of tires and smelled the burnt fetor of rubber. Then her body was suddenly yanked backwards and her hips barely touched the side of a very fast car.

She opened her eyes to the adorable face of Jesse. Under all the fear and rage, she forgot how enchanting her ex-boyfriend was. His hazel eyes looked playful and babyish but Sienna knew better that he was far from innocent.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” forced Sienna after realizing how close they were from each other. She started to feel infuriated as the flashes of memories came back to her, the memories of her happily with him. But those reminiscence were overshadowed by his cruelty. Sienna loved him but he betrayed her.

“A simple thank you for saving you would be appropriate,” said Jesse as he let go of her waist. Sienna walked to the pavement and leaned her body against the stonewall. Jesse on the other hand was just standing by the road, staring at the direction of the car that almost hit her.

“That was not an accident. Lexy knows you’re here,” said Jesse as he took Sienna’s wrist and escorted her speedily to the lobby of the apartment. Once in the lobby, Sienna instantly pulled her hand away from Jesse’s grip.

“Why are you doing this Jesse? Just leave me alone,” said Sienna as she walked back to the elevator. They both stood at opposite ends of the elevator and the anger between them could be cut with a knife. Sienna averted her eyes from Jesse but Jesse still kept a close eye on her.

When the elevators door opened at the 3^rd floor, Sienna felt a little relieved. The ride upstairs seemed so long even though it was only 3 floors up. But before she could exit the lift, Jesse grabbed her wrist.

“Let go of me Jesse,” said Sienna sternly as the warm hands of him gripped her wrist tighter.

“It’s not safe here. Don’t you get it? You should come with me,” he said as the elevator door closed and they were both still inside.

“Aren’t you and Lexy supposed to be a team? Didn’t the both of you tried to kill me before?” said Sienna with a raised voice. Already annoyed, Jesse once again yanked Sienna and pressed her against the back of the elevator wall. He then pressed the red emergency button that instantly made the elevator stop.

“I am not with Lexy anymore. She has no power over me now. I am deeply sorry about that incident. But you need to remember that I saved you. I will not bring you to Lexy and I’m not going to kill you, Sienna. Will you relax? If I wanted to kill you, I would have left you by the road just now,” said Jesse.

~*~

Sienna stood frantically by the door of the apartment basement. She could not believe what she was about to do. She was only doing it because she was out of options. It killed her that she was not able to take care of herself and that she needed to depend on others for her safety. How could she survive the society when she could not even take care of herself?

It burned her heart to think of Darius, think of Harlow wrapped safely in his arms. She deeply missed the great shield of safety that could only be felt when Darius was near her. Now she is in danger again and the only person she could turn to was Jesse. He was the last person on earth Sienna would trust but he was the only one available. Sienna secretly hoped that Jesse’s soul was not as dark as she thought it was. She prayed that what she was about to do would not turn into a grave mistake she would regret.

The sudden roar of an engine snapped back Sienna into reality. A maroon colored Audi TT Coupe came to a halt right in front of her. Doubts and vexations aside, she could not help but basked at the beautiful speedy automobile in front of her. It was sleek and from her enthusiasm to high-speed cars, she knew it was undeniably fast.

Jesse then opened the passenger window with a push of a button and cocked his head to get a clear view of Sienna. Sienna crossed her arms in arrogance as she turned her fascination into a blank expression.

“Would you please get in the car,” said Jesse as he gripped the steering wheel harder.

“I have doubts about his,” said Sienna in a bitter tone. Jesse let out a sigh of frustration and tried again but with a different approach.

“Your boyfriend is not here to save you anymore,” said Jesse mockingly, emphasizing on the word boyfriend. Sienna was smoldered with wrath as she heard those word being spoken with scurrilous meaning. But with those words, Sienna got in the car. As afraid as she was, Jesse actually had a point.

“Where are you taking me, Jesse?” asked Sienna as she vigorously crossed her arms like a stubborn child. Jesse did not respond, instead he adjusted the collar of Tommy Hilfiger polo and continued to drive faster. His expression was unreadable thanks to the Armani shades he was wearing.

“ I want to tell you something, something I’ve been wanting to say for a while but never had a chance. I just want you to calm down and hear me out, could you do that?” asked Jesse finally as he took of his sunglasses. Sienna contemplated for a second and slowly let out a sigh. She then gave a nod of approval for Jesse to begin his elucidation.

“I owe you a big apology after what happened before. I was acting like an idiot by letting Lexy get to me. It was wrong to listen to her and you almost got hurt that day. Its alright if you don’t forgive me, its understandable. I just want to let it out and say my peace. I am truly sorry Sienna,” he said, sincerity glowing in his hazel eyes.

“Why did you do it, Jesse?” asked Sienna finally. Her heart stung in pain at the thought of Jesse’s betrayal to her. There was a long pause and Sienna could clearly see the guilt and remorse in Jesse.

“I was excited to be the next ruler of the society. I was not happy sharing the throne with Cuza but I was somewhat grateful. Then you came along and I had not the slightest clue that you were a member, let alone a daughter of Masenfer. It was a revelation to find out and I was happy because then I would not have to hide secrets from you,” he said calmly but refusing to meet her gaze.

“So what was the problem?” asked Sienna with narrowed eyes.

“It started when I saw you during your initiation at the ball. You were gracefully walking down the grand staircase, looking like an angel but your arms were wrapped around Cuza’s hand,” he explained painfully, his tone turning dark as he said the name Cuza.

“The anger arise from there and Lexy fueled it even more by saying that you would take away my throne in the society because you are a Masenfer. Your arrival would make my stature in the society erratic. I guess I was so caught in rage and jealousy that I forgot to think rationally.”

Jesse then pushed the pedal of the car further down as if the speed would be able to control his irritability. He effortlessly swerved left and right on the familiar streets of London. Sienna knew his story did not come to an end yet. Jesse just needed to calm himself down before he could continue.

“Killing you never crossed my mind. Lexy only wanted me to lure you in, I didn’t know Lexy was plotting to murder you. I guess before you, I had bad taste in girlfriends,” he said with a little laughter, trying to lighten up the mood.

“But when I saw you pinned down like that, it was too much. I couldn’t just stand there and watch my girlfriend die just so I can be the sovereign of the society. That is why I let you run,” he said finally. Sienna ruminated Jesse’s vindication for a while. But before she could fully forgive him, she needed to know one thing.

“Did you ever loved me?” she asked suddenly.

“Of course I did. Everything that happened between us before the sudden fight for power was real. I fell in love my sister’s best friend, a talented New York girl with a smile that can light up the darkest of days and ignite the faintest of hopes. How could you think that my feelings for you were fabricated? I’m not as dastardly as you think I am, Sienna,” he said with an arched eyebrow. With that, all of Sienna’s questions about Jesse were at long last answered. Jesse’s honesty mitigated her fear and confusion.

“Thank you for being honest but you’re not off the hook yet Jesse,” she said with crossed arms. Jesse let out a chuckle and drove faster.

“At least I’m getting somewhere.”

Chapter 27

The black town car dropped off Sienna at the exclusive Amsden Apartments at Belgrave Square, London. The neighborhood did not look like a place that her best friend would live at. The place was posh, sleek and sophisticated but in a very old school kind of way, different from anything in New York. The streets were decorated beautifully with perfectly manicured plants. The building itself was massive and looked like it had not change since the early 19^th century.

Sienna took of her Fendi sunglasses and walked into the apartment with confidence. But deep down inside, she was far from happy. She had to keep herself together and stay strong. Who knew what could happen to her if everyone in the society knew about her vulnerability.

This was a new start for her. She was in a new city and a different environment. Sienna needed to keep her cool and one of the only person that can save her from the brink of insanity was her best friend.

Wearing a red strapless bohemian dress and gold Grecian inspired stilettos, Julez looked like a pool of blood in a field of snow. She was alone except for the 2 bodyguards that were somewhere nearby. She immediately stood up, the moment she caught sight of Sienna.

Julez looked at her best friend and could not help but feel sorry for her. Sienna already went to through a lot and breaking up with Darius did not make it better. Sienna walked with sanguine but Julez knew deep down inside she was tearing apart.

“ You know, you should be an actress because you don’t look like you’re heartbroken, ” said Julez sarcastically as she gave her a hug. Sienna smiled a little. If there was one person in the world that can make her smile during the most depressing times was Julez.

“Hello to you to Julez. Quite a swanky place you got here,” replied Sienna as they let go of each other.

“If you think the lobby is cool, you should check out my apartment. I called in my interior designer to decorate your room and now it looks fabulous,” said Julez with a smile. Julez then led Sienna to the elevator and they both went up to the 3^rd floor.

As usual the place was decorated to Julez liking. It was a chic but the rock star vibe was still there. The living room was cozy with a modern fireplace and huge windows that overlook the park. The floors were black marble and all the furniture was white.

Julez then led Sienna to her room. The theme color for the room was light pink, white and black. It had sort of a vogue theme but still had a Victorian feel to it. They both lay on the bed and looked up to the ceiling, which was a habit both of them shared. Sienna was surprised to see that the ceiling was full of writings. They were lyrics from various songs, written beautifully in cursive writing.

“Cool right? My room ceiling is also similar but with different lyrics. I thought it would be fun to do it since both of us love getting lost in words,” said Julez as she placed her hand behind her head.

“It’s very creative of you Julez,’ replied Sienna.

“So how are you holding up?” asked Julez.

“Not so good. My heart feels like its just been massacred. I want to be with him so bad but it’s impossible. I feel like everyone is against our relationship, nobody in the society wants us to be together. Everyone is out to kill us. Its so frustrating,” said Sienna with a hint of an angry tone in her voice.

“I want you two to be together. Everyone doesn’t see or understand the intensity of you and Darius. All they can think about is the new way of ruling the society if you two are together. All of them like the condition and the ruling of the society now. They don’t want any change. But honestly, the society has change ever since you came,” explained Julez.

“I wish the members could be as understanding as you. As much as I love him, I am furious because he was constantly with Harlow. Its like there was an obvious indication that our relationship was not meant to be but he had to make it worst by going out with Harlow and not telling me about it,” said Sienna as she curled her hand into a fist.

“You left Darius because of Harlow. Is that it?” asked Julez curiously.

“Not really. I left because of the danger. I’m getting use to the danger surrounding me now that I am in the society. But I don’t want Darius to go through it. I sometimes blame myself for the constant perils that surround Darius. I lied to him by saying that he is the reason for all the tragedy in my life but in reality, it’s the other way around. Harlow just made me realize it,” explained Sienna as she replayed the night she left him.

“I should have told you that Harlow has a habit of getting whatever she wants. I should have warned you earlier on that so you could keep an eye on Harlow ever since she went and invaded Darius. It is so weird that she just came back from the dead when you entered the society. It would be better for all of us if she just went back into hiding,” said Julez with a pissed of tone.

“Where was she before I came along?” asked Sienna out of curiosity.

“Probably burning in the depths of hell with her sister. She suddenly went missing after her sister's incident. I do not know why she is back,” replied Julez.

“What incident?” asked Sienna, who was suddenly interested in Harlow's secret life.

“2 years ago, Harlow's sister, Melaina dated this guy named Ryer. He was a couple of years older but was fantastically gorgeous. He could have given Steven Strait a run for his money. Anyway he was a member but then his family did something horrible to our society. Nobody actually knows what they did but it was really screwed up. So his family was exiled from the society. They are the only family in the history of this society that was dismembered,” explained Julez.

“What happened?”

“Ryer surprisingly took the scandal nicely. It seemed like he didn't care at all but his family was clearly pissed off. A couple of months later Melaina broke up with him because even though he had money, he had no power because he wasn't a member anymore. A week later Ryer killed himself and everyone blamed the Erasmus sisters,” finished Julez with both eyebrows raised high in her forehead.

“What does Harlow have to do with his death?”

“She was the one that discovered his body, hanging from the ceiling in her room at Melaina's apartment. Everyone believed Harlow was involved in it too or else why would Ryer hang himself in her room?” replied Julez solemnly.

“Do you think....” said Sienna as she instantly thought of Darius.

“Don't think that way. Nothing is going to happen to Darius,” said Julez reassuringly.

There it was, the truth about Harlow. Sienna thought that breaking up with someone just because he lost all his powers was immensely stupid. Did the break up really drove Ryer to kill himself? Is she really responsible for the death of Ryer?

One thing that concerned Sienna was Darius's safety. Harlow did not literally kill anyone but that did not stop Sienna from worrying. Who knew what Harlow was capable of doing? Everyone in the society is completely unpredictable and everyone seems to have a dark secret. All Sienna hoped for was the security of her one and only. Just because they were not meant to be does not mean she stopped distressing.

Chapter 26

Darius grasped hard on the grip of his pariser. He swung his pariser up, aiming for his instructor’s head. The instructor quickly bent down and surprisingly thrust his pariser towards Darius’s torso. Darius swiftly shifted sideways, steering clear of his instructor’s tricky move. Without hesitation, Darius, grabbed his instructor’s arm, twisted it and pinned him down.

The instructor punched the side of Darius’s head with his free hand. Darius then took his pariser and aimed the tip beneath the instructor’s chin. With the instructors pariser lost from his hands, he had no trick up is sleeves. Darius was particularly good that evening because of his inner rage.

“Calm down Darius,” said Darius’s fencing instructor, Amalric. With those words, Darius immediately stood and helped Amalric up too. Darius then began to take off his gloves and his fencing jacket.

“ Forgive me. I am not myself this evening,” said Darius as he started to toy around with his pariser.

“Anger and wrath seems to be surrounding you,” replied Amalric as he packed his fencing attire into his bag.

“ Can you offer me some advise as to how am I suppose to get rid of all this fury?” asked Darius, trying really hard to no disrespect his instructor with his vindictive remarks.

“ I am not good with giving guidance. But let me tell you one thing, stay away from the Valerian. I do not want you to hurt anybody especially yourself,” he said as he stood by the door. Darius smirked at Amalric’s words. He was thinking of practicing on the Valerian when Amalric left. It has been a long time since he held that magnificent sword.

“Thank you anyway but you of all people should know how stubborn I am,’ replied Darius as he place back the pariser with the others.

“ Take care of yourself Darius,” he said seriously to him. Amalric knew that Darius always had a hard time controlling his emotions. He was the best swordsman when he is emotional but at the same time it was very dangerous. With one last look, Amalric left.

Darius walked to wooden embroider case at the end of the empty hall. Inside the glass casing lay proudly was the Valerian sword that has been passed down in his family for generations. The pommel of the sword was made from pure gold and above the cross-guard was his family crest. It shined and glowed like it just had been made that very evening.

“Are you going to pick it up?” said a seductive voice. Darius turned around and his sight fell on a pair of daring ocean eyes. Harlow’s head was cocked to one side and her lips were shaped into a combination of a pout and smirk. A beguiling habit that she does when she’s eagerly waiting for an answer and would not stop until she gets it.

“As much as I want to, I keep thinking of the last time I did pick it up. It was an unwise action that brought forth the unintentional spilling of blood,” he replied, but his obstinacy still wild inside his mind.

“There were a lot of stories about that notorious day, the epic battle between a Cuza and an Everard. As unwise as it may be, there was no doubt that it was satisfying for you. You do not regret slicing Jesse’s collarbone, do you?” asked Harlow as she walked towards him.

“Honestly, I do not regret it,” he said finally and continued to stare at the sword.

“Then there is no harm in picking it up right now,” she said, drawing closer to him.

“If I do pick it up, what am I going to do with it?” he asked as he looked into those burning eyes. Harlow gave a tantalizing smirk and leaned in closer to him. She placed her hands on his shoulder and brought her lips closer to his ear.

“Just pick it up,” she whispered and with her free hand she grabbed hold of the sword that was mounted on the wall, right above them. She swung it around and pointed the tip right between Darius’s eyes in lightening speed.

Darius kept a straight face and did not seemed shocked at all. Darius pushed the sword aside and face the glass casing. He waved his hand beneath the casing and the glass top instantly turned black. Moving green wave frequencies were displayed on the black top. Darius said his name and the green frequencies turned blue and in a few second the black top pulled back, revealing the magnificent sword.

He picked it up and traced his fingers on the fuller of the sword. Embedded on the fuller of the sword were round cut sapphires and rubies. Darius lifted the sword in front of his face and examined it with pride. It has been a long time since he held it.

As the beauty of the sword momentarily distracted him, Harlow took a swing at him above the head. But Darius being the quick person that he is obstructed the sword with his very own. Harlow stepped back and crouched down a little for balance, ready to attack again.

Swiftly she then struck her sword to the side but Darius parried it off. She turned around and thrust her sword on the other side. Darius blocked the sword thrust from the bottom and gave a step back. They both went on with their dangerous combat, their swords precisely parrying each other’s move.

In a strong moment, Darius kicked Harlow’s left foot, making her body unstable. But before she hit the ground, Darius caught her with his free hand. Harlow immediately swung her arms around Darius’s shoulder, to keep her from falling on her back. Darius was panting for breath from the fighting that he did not strike back.

With her arms firmly around him, Harlow could not resist. She leaned in and planted her lips to his. Darius stood still for a few seconds but eventually gave in. He missed the intensity and lust of being kissed. He put aside everything around him. He was just happy to be distracted, to have no worry in the world for once. He forgot everything and everyone that moment and embraced it as much as he can.

Harlow dropped her sword and brought him closer. Their lips moved with each other that made Harlow feel all the sorrow inside of Darius. From that instant, she was determined to heal him.