The powerful king

I met the phoenix obsidian eyes that were too unique among the majority of people in this world and I felt drawn into those eyes.

I swallowed with my hand most likely glued to the doorknob. The temperature that had dropped and the sudden quietness of the hall was unique to the entry of the king.

"Are you going to keep standing there?" asked a jovial voice so close to my ear.

I snapped and swiftly moved in the opposite direction away from the hand that was about to hold mine perhaps to pull me away from the doorway.

I am sure, to be frank, but I think I saw the king's eyes flicker. Sorry, I guess I am just seeing things. Sorry about the wrong information.

"What was that?" asked another question from the owner of that deep jovial voice.

Those two, they can not be siblings, right? They have different personalities. I rolled my eyes at him and turned away as I could not possibly decide to go through the door again.

I mourned my lost escape plan and the sadness was much because it only confirmed that I would never be able to run away from trouble perhaps for the rest of my life in this world.

I need prayers, okay? Pray for my survival. I must return home for revenge and be the right companion to my mother who happened to marry a man as boring as my father.

Rightful in the sense that I am the only person at home who laughs when she says a joke. She must be sad now. Well, that is what I think.

I raised my head and did not hesitate to glare at the man beside me talking nonstop even though I did not answer his questions. I remembered what happened and I felt a strong urge to hit him.

I walked away to my sister who had her gaze fixed on the king as he walked among the many people who bowed so low to him. I finally understood why his fiancée had rejected my bow.

The king was the only person who was worthy of such a low bow. Do not blame me for being overly respectful to the woman who has yet to marry the king.

I smiled at my sister when her gaze moved to me. "She is your type, right? What does she have that I don't have?" she asked me with a worried furrowing of her brow.

I have to acknowledge that it seems that this sister of mine had some real feelings towards the king. The king had his hands around the waist of his fiancée as he walked around accepting the greetings of his people.

I must say that he did not have any intention of staying here too soon. He did not even have that throne-like seat you would expect a king to seat on in the room.

He gave a speech appreciating their presence before walking out of the same door he walked in through. He was everything different from the kings I studied about in history class.

He was particularly so unbothered by them and did not even look like he cared about them. how then could he rule a whole planet?

That had me wondering as I could not understand all that was happening. I turned to my sad sister who did not get the chance to speak with the king.

"Why is he that king?" I asked her seriously. We came to celebrate his birthday but he was absent almost all the time.

"Why will you ask such a question?" she asked me with a look that told me she was convinced that a few nuts in my head had gotten loosed.

"I am curious. He did not even respect the fact that we will be here partying when the celebrant is not even here," I told her seriously as I was trying to change the feeling of hatred I felt towards him into a feeling of hate.

I did not like being scared of anyone for any reason. I have always believed as my father made me that the only person, I should be scared of in this whole world was him.

Well, I must say now that I fear my father less than I fear this man. I do not fear my father although that was what he wanted me to learn and grow up with.

"When did he become king?" I asked seriously.

"He has been the king forever. Who does not know about that?" she asked confused by my question. How could that be possible? "For more than a thousand revolutions, he ruled over this world. Everything we have is because of him and he is undying," she told me seriously.

I swallowed. I could not believe that. Others could die in this world but the king cannot? Perhaps no one has been powerful enough to try.

"The world must have not begun with him in it for he has been in this world forever. People have tried to kill him but he did not die because he is powerful and when the war began. He protected this world from those in the other worlds.

"After the war more than five hundred revolutions ago, he became king and has always been reverend. Anyone who goes against him dies in the most brutal way possible in this world."

This must be the most ridiculous description of someone you have heard because that was the same for me. I looked at her face to see a trace of a joke but there was none. She was serious about everything she said.

I swallowed. if he was undying then I would have never escaped his room if he wanted to kill me because even the crazy shield would not be able to protect me.

"What about his brother. Did they start the world together?" I asked as I saw his brother talking to a lady on the other side of the spacious banquet hall.

"No, who does not know that for goodness' sake?" she sounded very frustrated it took me a lot of effort not to laugh at her.

"I have been away from the capital for too long to remember many things like that. do not feel offended to help me remember all that I have forgotten," I explained to her making sure I looked pitiful with my lower lips slightly pouted.