ERON POV
"I killed her; remember?" I said, observing the fear and surprise on her face when I made that statement.
"What? You killed her? When? Why? What happened? Did you mean she is dead?" I could see that she was about to cry, but I couldn't say it like that. I needed to say something, but I couldn't lie to her. It wasn't in my nature to lie. I didn't even know who I was or what I could do.
"No, I am just joking. She is not dead, but she is not here. She will be here soon," I said, and I could see the calmness return to her eyes upon hearing that.
I couldn't stay here; I needed to go somewhere else because my body and the thing inside me were not letting me rest, seeing her like this, looking beautiful. People knew me as a cold and demon-like man, but I couldn't control myself.
"I need to go somewhere; please enjoy your breakfast. I will be back soon," I said, and I gave her a peck on the cheek. My heart raced; I had never felt something like this before. I had been with a lot of ladies and had sex with them, but something was very special about Emily.
"Don't you know that she is special?" he said.
"Can't you just keep quiet? Must you talk all the time? Especially since you have seen her, you have been restless, and I can feel it," I told him. Something inside me had been telling me things since I was a child, making me aware of certain things.
I couldn't tell anyone about it because it had always been like that.
"Won't you mate with her?" he interrupted my thoughts.
"Shut up!" I yelled. "And go to sleep."
I had been asking him who he was and what he was doing inside me.
"I told you I can't tell you yet because you are under a curse."
"Yeah, I know, I know. I was placed under a curse by my mother, who died when I was born many years ago. You have told me more than once," I said. "If you can't help me break the curse, don't add to it, please," I added.
I was still walking to the throne room to meet with my father and my other siblings. My father never liked me because he called me a demon. He was the one who allowed the people to call me a demon, but I didn't know why.
Maybe because one day, when I was young, my older brother, James, offended me during training.
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Twenty Years Ago
"Eron, you can never be as good as us, and you even killed your own mother at your birth. You are an outcast. I don't know why my father keeps you alive," Phillip said, the crown prince of our kingdom.
"Maybe father wants to use him as our maid when we grow up," said Peter, Phillip's younger brother.
All of them despised me, and they didn't allow me to stay with them. I ignored them, but Peter kept disturbing me and used his sword to wound my face.
"I think I need to destroy your face so that you can become the monster you are," Peter said.
"We can even kill him now and inform father that he died by mistake," James said, the third child of my father. We were all five brothers, and all of them hated me.
My body was trembling, and I was getting hurt by Peter's sword. I could not take any more.
I felt some strange power inside me, and I could feel it building.
"Hey, your eyes are turning red like fire. Do you want to cry? Oh, you can cry if you want; no problem. You are just a little baby with no mother, and no one can come and help you," Philip taunted.
"Let's kill him!" Peter insisted.
"How should we do it?" Philip asked.
"I can kill him with one strike from my sword; he can't escape a strike from me."
Peter used his feet to push me down and held me down with his leg, and I could still feel how powerful my rage was getting. I could not control it; it felt like something was coming out.
As he was about to use his sword to strike me, some energy just poured out from me. I used my bare hand to block the sword, and everyone was surprised to see me holding it back like that.
I didn't know when the blood coming out from my hand turned to fire and burned Peter, and he even melted the sword. Everyone started shouting.
"Demon! Demon!"
His mother quickly came to the training ground and shouted for the soldiers to kill me. As they were getting closer, some fire shot out from my hand and burned them as well. I was surprised because I didn't know what was happening to me.
I ran back to my quarters and closed the door behind me. My hand was still flaming a little with some blue fire.
I moved toward the mirror to look at myself and was also surprised to see the wound and burn on my body; it looked like some doctor was helping me or a magician was helping. Because the way I was getting healed, I couldn't explain it.
The wound healed itself.
"Who am I" I said to myself.
"Me and you are one," I immediately look back to see maybe someone was with me in the room, but I couldn't find anyone, but I just heard someone talking.
" I am here with you" the voice said again.
Now I was afraid and getting scared. I didn't know who is that and what he want from me.
The wound healed itself.
"Who am I?" I said to myself.
"Me and you are one." I immediately looked back to see if maybe someone was with me in the room, but I couldn't find anyone. I just heard someone talking.
"I am here with you," the voice said again.
Now I was afraid and getting scared. I didn't know who that was or what he wanted from me.
"I am here," the voice said again.
"Who are you?"
"I can't tell you yet, but I want you to know that I am here for you. You and I are one. I will not let anything or anyone harm you; you're safe with me if you give yourself to me."
Wait, am I speaking to myself, or is it just my imagination? I said to myself, my voice above a whisper, so that no one could hear me speaking.
But this person here knows everything I am thinking.
"Are you inside me?" I asked.
"Yes, I am inside you. You're me, and I am you. I was the one who helped you kill Peter, your stupid brother. Don't worry; I will help you kill anyone you want."
"No, I don't want to kill anyone. Go away; I don't want you!" I moved over to my bed, crying alone, afraid and terrified.
I wanted someone to hug me and calm me down, but I didn't know what to do. I didn't have anyone.
I wish I had a mother like everyone else to comfort me and sing me a lullaby when I wanted to sleep, but I have no one.
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Back to the Present
"You are thinking about that scene when I helped you kill your useless brother," he said.
I didn't say anything as I got closer to the throne room. Everyone had been scared of me since that incident, and my father informed everyone not to talk about it. He forbade anyone to speak of it, but that didn't mean people should not call me a demon.
The guard informed me of my arrival and opened the door for me. The throne hall still looked elegant, and the throne shone in its bright gold color that represented his majestic royal color. In my kingdom, only the king was permitted to use the color gold, and no one dared to use it. Anyone who did would be killed, whether a prince or a rich man's son or daughter.
I bowed my head slightly in front of the king, and I could see Phillip, the crown prince.
Standing beside my father. After my arrival, all the powerful men in our kingdom were also arriving, and I knew something must have gone wrong.
"Good morning, everyone. I think we all know why you are here. We need to discuss our kingdom's defense. It has been long since any country or kingdom waged war against us," my father said.
And that was true because it had been five years since we had had peace, and it was because my father united the seven kingdoms together for the first time and created a country he called the Sol Kingdom. He appointed lords and wardens to each of the kingdoms and regions.
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As I was very happy because the meeting had ended and I could go back to see my beautiful young mistress, we spent the whole day discussing war plans and defenses in case any kingdom planned to attack us.
I opened the door to our quarters and was surprised not to see her in the room. I asked Esther, who was getting our bed prepared for the night.
"Where is Emily?" I asked, looking confused.
"She is inside the garden, sir."
"Doing what?" I moved toward my wardrobe to put on my stand and remove my armor.
"Reading, sir."
"Okay, thank you."
"Should I get her ready for the night, sir?" she asked. I knew what she was talking about. Ever since we got married, everyone expected me to have sex with her the same night. But I didn't want to force her to do anything against her will.
"No, don't worry," I replied.
"Sir, can I ask why you have never touched her? I think she has not remembered what happened since she has been here," Esther asked me. She had been the one acting like my mother since I was a child, and I told her all my worries and problems. I didn't know why I liked her so much, and I did protect her.
"I don't want to act against her will. Do you forget what happened the last time? I wanted to force her," I said. "Even since then, I have not been able to touch any woman again. I don't know what she has done to me and how she lost her memory, but why did you tell me not to tell her anything about her maid?" I asked. She was the one who went and hid her maid for some reason, but I didn't know why.
She just said I should trust her, and she was the only one I trusted in this place.
"Don't worry; when it is time, I will tell you. She has something to do with your curse," she said. "She is the one who will help you break your curse," she added.
"What curse?" someone asked as I looked back. I was surprised to see Emily standing at the door. Had
she been there for a long time? I didn't know what to say or which lie to tell her when she asked about the curse.