Unfinished Business

When Olympia heard that, she couldn't help but stare in disbelief. That lunatic actually had a sister, and unlike him, she spoke and looked so nice.

"You're aware that he's pressuring me into marriage, right?" After giving herself a self-hug, Olympia started to move backward.

Deeply sighing, Avariel lowered her head. "But I don't want all this.. I have no choice," Olympia said, expressing her sadness to Avariel. "Mystic isn't all bad, and I have never seen him so possessive about something and someone."

"You'll learn a lot," Olympia lowered her hands and pouted as she moved near her with a smile.

Olympia sighed, walked back to the bed, and sat on it, saying, "I honestly don't want to." As she exhaled and folded her arms over her chest, Avariel turned to face the golden phoenix.

For Olympia, Avariel was scared. She was aware of her brother's unpredictability and the horrific things he had done and was still doing in his life.

With the dazzling white wedding gown this time, Lia, Sophia, and Beth returned to the room. When Avariel first saw the bridal dress, her blood red eyes changed to one of bright brown eyes. The notion of her brother getting married made her giddy, and she couldn't help it. When she encountered the maids, they gave her the wedding gown, which she felt and adored.

"He wants you to wear white, which is strange". While scrutinizing the wedding dress, she continued to say to Olympia.

On the other hand, Olympia felt as though the castle were resting on her shoulders. This and all of this were things she didn't want to happen. She hoped she could go back in time to the moment she received the invitation because she wanted tear it. Her eyes started to well up with tears, but she quickly hid them.

Beth chuckled, "My lady will look exquisite in this garment, like an angel."

With a smirk on her face, Olympia mumbled, "Married to a demon."

Avariel heard Olympia speak, caught the regret and unease in her voice, and sighed heavily.

"Would you like to go for a stroll with me, Olympia?" The moment she prompted, Asher walked in as the door opened.

Asher announced gently, "His highness calls you."

The delighted grin on Avariel's face changed to one of terror. Both the maids and Olympia were taken aback by it.

"What does he sound like?" Avariel had to inquire.

Asher calmly retorted, "Quite quiet yet the surroundings are bloodied and the cleaners are cleaning feverishly at every instant."

Avariel sighed awkwardly, handed Sophia the bridal gown, and then faked a smile as she turned to face Olympia.

Asher was in the way as Avariel left the room.

"Are everything all right?" Olympia stood up and questioned Asher, who was ready to leave the room, out of curiosity.

He halted, turned to Olympia, and grinned broadly. "The wedding tonight won't be impacted, so don't be concerned." He then quietly closed the door behind him as he left the room.

"Are you three aware of what is going on?" Olympia questioned the trembling maids.

Sophia responded apprehensively, "It's nothing to worry about; we are used to it.

Olympia scowled. "When Asher said that the surrounds are gory, he was alluding to Mystic." The maid blocked her path as she hurried for the door.

Lia replied, "No, my lady, nothing to see."

With her arms crossed across her chest, Olympia scoffed. "Seriously! Tell me what is happening!" Olympia exclaimed.

"His highness has mood swings and must cope with the kingdom's foes. His Highness is currently the youngest monarch and ruler of the most powerful country. He is being pursued by people who believe they are the heroes and is surrounded by adversaries "Lia clarified apprehensively.

"But he is a nasty, callous person! I've heard he kills beings like a daily meal" She shrieked. "Is he killing someone right now?" Olympia gasped in disbelief.

The door burst open unexpectedly, nearly hitting the maids, but they retreated in time. "Private matters," he said in a deep, carefree voice.

He went into the room, and Olympia scowled. He spat out a glare at the bowed-head maids. "It's nice, isn't the dress?" As he passed Olympia and sat down on the bed, Mystic picked up the dress.

The maids whimpered in fright as they obeyed the command in a thunderous voice, "Leave."

"Why are you here?" The moment she asked, Mystic chuckled heartily.

"Are you upset with me for anything you're not supposed to be upset with, future wife?" His distinctive dark eyes shone with a sly gleam.

The moment she saw him, Olympia folded her arms across her chest and glared at him with her emerald eyes.

"Asher..."

Mystic nonchalantly interrupted, "Don't get attached, you are going through a lot already like being hunted by fire monsters and becoming married to me."

Olympia shook her head negatively and kept clicking her tongue. "If trouble was a person," Mystic asked with a chuckle. "Me?" He stepped up and enquired.

Olympia moved away from him, "Please get out, I need to get ready for the exciting wedding."

Mystic pulled her close to him by her arm and said, "Sarcasm, I like it." He then put his arm around her petite waist.

In rage, Olympia's face turned red. Mystic tucked at a few strands of her golden hair behind her ear and murmured, "I want to protect you but I am not safe myself future bride."

"Not to me! I wish you were dead. Don't touch me, too!" Olympia attempted to free herself from his hold and cried loudly.

She stopped struggling when Mystic leaned his face close to hers. "You want me to perish? Do you truly detest me so much?"

Olympia laughed and said, "Detest is a strong word". Their proximity was causing her body to react strangely, bringing back the peculiar feeling.

The slender, beautiful lips of Mystic twisted into a smile of amusement. "You don't hate me, then?"

Olympia snarled, "I'm confident I'm reaching that strong level."

He muttered seductively, "You seem to appreciate our closeness very well, and don't worry, we will get very, very close shortly."

"Keep the rules in mind!" Olympia cried out.

Mystic laughed and said, "Remember my third rule."

Asher entered with a bow after the door suddenly opened. Mystic and Olympia being so near to one another astounded him, but he had to ignore it and tell Mystic. With a bow, he informed the king, "The council mages are coming for the meeting tomorrow night."

Mystic replied, gazing intently into those fiery green ones, "They seem in a rush."

Asher once more left the room after saying, "It's suspicious, we will look into it."

Olympia blinked quickly as she processed their eye contact, and Mystic turned away. Mystic freed her and reclined in bed.

"Mage councils? What are they coming for?" Olympia asked with interest.

"You shouldn't participate in any of that crap. I'm good with peasants, while you concentrate on making my life a living hell." Mystic spoke with a deep, serious voice with a hint of humor.

"You really want me to make your life a living hell?" Olympia didn't understand.

Mystic exclaimed, "Gladly little bird," and then got to his feet. He held her hand and kissed it, rendering her speechless. "But not now, as I have an unfinished business to attend to."

He said, "See you tonight," let go of her hand, moved past her, and left the room.

Olympia exclaimed dramatically, putting her hand on her chest, "He is definitely a maniac."

...

On the ax's razor-sharp silver steel, he continually slipped his fingers. He clutched the ax's golden handle firmly while he sighed, then he directed it at Roland, who had no hands and was covered in his own blood.

Mystic laughed, saying, "The blood coming out of your nose is as black as my heart."

"You have no heart!". In agony, Roland screamed.

"And very soon, you won't have a head at all." Mystic laughed, got up from the throne, and moved toward Roland.

"You have done a lot of things, you touched what was mine, you even had the gods push her," he said after pausing and again clicking his tongue. "You won't find peace, insect" Even more menacingly, his voice grew in volume.

"You'll be sorry, I tell you". Indignantly, Roland yelled. Mystic abruptly severed his head as he was about to finish without showing any emotion.

Asher entered the throne room calling, "Your majesty," followed by a few guards.

Mystic said, "Clean this mess up and call Derek."

"No! Mystic." As she dashed inside the royal room, Avariel abruptly yelled. Her clothing and mouth both had blood on them.

Mystic asked while shooting her a nasty glare. "And how come that?"

Avariel shrieked at him, "It won't solve anything."

Mystic stated casually, "By your appearance it seems you have solved it. I called you earlier to alert you about a poison that was placed in your drink by a maid, but I had to find out something unexpected and utterly disgusting"

"Mystic, I'm so sorry". As she hit her knees, Avariel shouted.

"What do you apologize for? Little sister?" With a quiet question, Mystic approached his sister while avoiding Asher and the guards.

She mumbled, "I apologize."

"For what?" After putting the ax above her head, Mystic questioned in a calm manner.

"I apologize for falling in love with Roland" Following her outburst, she started crying.

Mystic laughed and turned away then said, "And I'm sad he's dead."