Prince Donovan Regalhelm

While the Castemont family was shocked by the sudden invitation from the Northern Empire. People from the north were busy preparing for the upcoming celebration.

In the big royal bedroom, a man and woman entangled in sheets can be seen. The bedroom was extremely large and all the decorations looked tasteful but the theme of the room was dark. Dominating the room with a darker color.

"Ahh…." A loud moan of a woman resonated in a suspicious bedroom.

"No more…. please…" A tired and breathy voice begged.

"Huh…. Useless." The man looming over a beautiful woman scoffed but his movements on her body didn't stop.

"Knock...knock.." their heaty actions halted because of the loud knocks.

"D**m" the man cursed but his movements became faster and faster.

He didn't care who was knocking on his door.

"Knock...knock…" again someone knocked on the door.

"No...No...ah…" it didn't take long when everything ended.

"F**k off." He ordered the woman to leave as soon as he was done. He stood up and retired to a small room attached to the main bedroom.

The petite woman on the bed her eyes wide and face pale. Her body was filled with small love marks all over her body. She sat up on the ned and her eyes trailed behind his broad back, looking at him longingly. But the woman was in no position to defy his order. She hurriedly gathered her Torn cloth, wrapped herself in sheets, and dragged her tired body out of the room from the back door.

Inside the room man's tall body slowly entered the pool filled with hot water.

His wide shoulders, long legs and, V-shaped waist were quite a sight to look at.

He soaked himself completely inside and came out after five minutes. The robe was hanging near, he took it and wore it.

While outside the person kept banging on the door.

"My lord…. Please open the door." A man in his early twenties was standing outside the room.

His face was laced with worry. He was standing there for ten minutes but the man inside was still not giving any attention.

The man slowly rubbed his forehead in irritation.

He knocked a few more times and became irritated.

He lifted his foot and was ready to break the door.

The man kicked the door with too much force but before his leg could touch the door, the door opened from inside and a handsome face with a dark expression came to her line of vision. The man lost his balance and stumbled and fell on the floor, head-on.

"Bam…"

"Ah…" He winced in pain. The man cursed under his breath and lifted his head only to meet dark red phoenix eyes.

Those eyes seemed like the door of hell to anyone who made eye contact with them.

They were beautiful red color eyes, decorated with long and thick eyelashes.

"Prince Donovan...…." The man from the ground muttered slowly and stood up abruptly.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you… but.. but it was important. " The man was shaking with fear. He was sure that if he failed to give a proper reason in the next few seconds he would be skinned alive by the person standing in front of him.

"What is it?" The man with phoenix eyes asked and casually strode into the room again.

"Sorry for interrupting you. But we just got the news that Dinnar attacked our new troops coming from Missoori," The man relied on the news as hurriedly and as clearly as he could.

The man standing near the window opened his eyes.

"Purpose?" He asked without turning back, but the young man standing just a few steps behind him felt the cold air coming from him.

"Didn't leave any message. He just killed some of our soldiers and left." The man said. Missoori was a city at the far border of the Northern Empire. Its border was joint with the west forest.

The troop was coming with some special herbs they grow there.

Dinnar, the said man, was one of the tyrants of the area. He was unreasonable and ruthless. But he never attacked the man from the royal army until today.

"Prepare the horse," Without commenting on anything else, the man gave the order.

"Right away." The man left at the speed of the wind. As soon as he left the room, he could finally breathe the air.

Inside the room, the man continued staring at the eastern sky. Which has started to turn from orange to pitch black with every passing second.

It was dusk.

In the big courtyard, a slender man was standing among some of the soldiers.

"Good morning, brother…." He greeted the man with a phoenix eye with much enthusiasm as he entered the courtyard.

As soon as the eldest Prince entered, all the soldiers stood upright. No one even tried to breathe loudly.

"What are you doing?" Donovan said, looking at his younger brother in a dull voice. "I'm accompanying you to catch that Son of insects." The young man lifted his sword and replied vigorously.

"No need."

"Uhh, but why?" The enthusiasm in his voice dulled as soon as the man spoke.

"Cause I say so," Donovan said without passing a glance to his younger brother.

"That's not fair, brother. You said you will let me accompany you on your next adventure." The younger prince of the North, Zivan Regalhelm.

"No." The man replied with just one word again.

From the pitch of his voice, one could tell he was irritated.

Before Zivan could say anything to stop him, the eldest Prince mounted his black horse, and with just one gallop, he disappeared in the night.

"He does this every time," The younger prince stomped his feet on the floor. All the soldiers on the sidelines sighed in pity and some in amusement.

In the night, a man sitting on a horse pulled the reins and slowed down the speed. Then, he guided his horse towards the forest.

Instead of taking the main road, Donovan took the small path in a dark forest.

As soon as he entered the forest, the horse started to run at the speed of the wind. As if he has grown wings.

He cut the distance that takes at least one day to reach for a normal horse in just one hour.

The man stopped the horse near the small river.

"Stay here." He patted his back and started to walk towards a small house near the river bank.

"Thud..." With a loud kick, the door burst open.