Chapter 3

Arvan Dahors, who is he? For the outside world he is a crazy freak who can slice through anyone's head without even blinking his eyes, the Majestic First Prince of the largest and most powerful Empire, the nut job who doesn't even bother showing courtesy to his own father, The Emperor. Yet, none could deny,

He is an angel at first sight. silver curly hair shinned like moonlight even in dark, golden wolf eyes too mesmerizing not to get bewitched, jawline sharp enough to cut through someone's heart, high cheek bone, sharp pointed nose, smile as deadly as poison but voice as mesmerizing as siren's.

He is beautiful, that made me hated him more. He is powerful, he was confident so I despised him more. His usual arrogent smirk at the corner of his lips always made me feel small, and I was small.

Why am I thinking of this bastard when I barely escaped death? If he had seen me in this situation, he would clearly-

My thoughts about him get interrupted at the soft knock of the door. Shoving Arvan's letter under my bedsheet, I took my sword before opening the door. Who knows, it might be another assassin sent by my lovely brother.

But I am wrong, its not assassin rather my most trusted friend Jermia. Her purple cat eyes widens in shock and cheeks flushed red, not out of shyness but anger. She bites on her inner cheek and walks inside silently. She is still in the party dress provided by the Imperial Family.

Jermia is breathtakingly beautiful. Her cashew nut hair are tied into tight braid reaching to her waist, her creamy skin tone went perfectly with the rosewood mermaid gown embroidered with three flamingo intertwined. She took off her brown boots.... It doestn't go well with the grown....

'' It was the Prince again.'' Coldness in her voice is too obvious to be hidden by her porker face. Sometimes even I pity my brother, the girl he is head over heels for is dying to tear his limbs apart. I nodded with a smile but stopped smiling the moment she threw her infamous dangerous glare. 

''Why aren't you just exposing him to the world, Maria?'' She shouted angrily, holding my shoulder she squeezed them hard but I let her do what she wanted. At least, someone is showing concern to me.

'' You risked your life for this, you risked your everything, yet-" Her hands are trembling and the corner of her eyes is beaming with tears. I pat her hand lightly, Jermia is always a crybaby who hides her emotions in case she gets looked down as an emotional fool.

After all,

In the flourishing land of Elimer, no weak survives against the calamities that are bound to fall when you come from power and is destined to continue gaining power. Everything in Elimer is beautiful. But, the lovelier, the venomous which gave birth to the most popular maxim,

Nothing in Elimer is beautiful if not its poisonous.