Word Forgiveness Doesn't Exist In His Book

Little Note:

Hey guys!

This is my second book and I'm a little nervous about how it will turn out. But before we go further with this journey I want to make few things clear.

Even though this is my second book, I'm still a very new writer. The first book is still ongoing and has just 105 chapters. Please check it out. "Annabelle Ashborn."

So my experience is limited and I can make some mistakes too.

Plus English is my third language and I'm not perfect at it. So please forgive my grammar mistakes.

And the last thing I will always appreciate your suggestions about the book. So feel free to point out my any mistakes even it is small.

Thank you for patiently reading this note.

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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 and foul rotting smell rushed out.

His red eyes roamed inside the small room, scanning everyone present.

"Oh, look who we have here! Legendary Eldest Prince of the North-kingdom, Donovan Regalhelm." A bulky man stood up unhurriedly. His body was filled with big tattoos. His nose and one side of the eyebrow were pierced. He was wearing a ring in both nostrils and above his eye on the eyebrows.

His lips arched in a smirk as if he had expected the arrival of this guest. He was holding a glass in his hand, sipping slowly from it.

Both the men were meeting for the first time. Dinnar traced his eyes to the young man standing at his doorstep. After scanning his full face at the end, his eyes stopped and met his bloody red one. And for a second, he shuddered because of how fiery they looked.

Donovan didn't say anything in response.

The bulky man was sitting on the small bed in one of the corners. The small room was filled with all the creepy things. Above the bed, on which Dinnar was sitting, was hung a big skeleton of some wild animal. Maybe of a tiger or a lion.

One of the corners was filled with bones from different animals. That was the source of the foul smell.

Donovan walked forward with heavy steps, but the man didn't move from the bed.

"Give it back." Donovan extended his hand.

"Give what?" Dinnar said while creasing his eyebrows.

"Cooperate, and it will be easier for you." Don's icy-cold voice resonated in the small room. The house was small, to begin with, but now Donovan was standing in the house with his heavy presence, which made it look even smaller.

"Huh, you are just a rumour falsely spread by your lackeys. What can you do to me?" The man scoffed at the end of his sentence.

His words didn't affect the prince.

"You killed my people." The prince started to walk around the room.

"I wanted to meet the legendary prince of the Northern Empire and check if you are as powerful as people say," Dinnar replied.

"Who informed you about the crest?" the prince asked another question.

Donovan was looking at the things placed in the room.

But instead of answering the question, the man decided to keep silent.

When Donovan saw him unwilling to talk, the corner of his lips curved up.

"Your choice," Don said and lifted his hand in the air. He just swept his eyes on his throat, and in the next second, the person on the bed started to choke.

"Ahh…." His hands flew to his throat, and he started to cough violently. His eyes saw the shining sinisterness in the red eyes of the prince. In just a few seconds, he started to fill with dread.

And soon after, he fell from the bed, and a red liquid started to drip from his mouth.

"Cough…..cough…" his chest heaving and body shaking violently on the floor.

"Sto….stop it.." It took him some effort to force out those words.

He was choking on his own blood.

"Done already?" The prince asked with a beautiful smile on his face. His red eyes shone, looking at the blood spread on the floor.

He took a step towards the man, who was crawling like an insect on the floor.

Donovan stopped whatever trick he was using on Dinnar. He stopped choking after some time.

"You...You are…" Dinnar looked at the man while shrinking his body in the corner.

"Shushhhh….." The prince put his index finger on his lips.

"Now." And then again extended his hand.

"I'll give it to you...I'll give it to you." The man repeated continuously and stood up with difficulty.

He went to the cupboard and opened a small secret compartment in it. He took out a small box and walked towards the prince while stumbling.

"Take it and let me go." He pleaded.

"Hmm, I thought you were a tough guy, but I think rumours about you are just a false myth...tch," Donovan scoffed at the end.

"Pardon me. I was ignorant. The mistake won't happen again." Dinnar said while begging for his life. His face was marred with horror, and their body was shaking violently.

"Hmm? Forgive you? I don't know if that word exists in my book," Donovan said.

The proud man from before was long gone, and now Dinnar was just worried about his own life.

"Let me go this time and I'll be at your beck and call for the rest of my life." He fell on his knees and put his hand on his chest, making a vow.

"Hmm, but can I trust a man who killed my twenty-best soldiers? And the main question is, Do I need you?" The eldest Prince put his hand on his chin as if he was actually giving it a thought.

"Trust me. I will never break my vow." He said that with each passing second, he could feel his life running out of his fingers. He was cursing the moment he thought of going against the prince. It was wrong of him to think that since the crown was silent even after his many offences, he must have risen upon those from the royal family. And here he was, and he couldn't even stand two moments in front of this young man.

"But I think you will be more useful dead than alive," Donovan said with an evil smirk, and his eyes shone bright red.

Dinner's eyes widened, and in the next second, the man started to roll on the floor.

"Ahhhh.." The fire ignited within his body, and his body burnt Inside out. In just a matter of seconds, the man's dead body fell to the floor like burnt charcoal.

Donovan's eyes get to their original red colour. He then opened the box in his hand.

As soon as the lid was opened, a bright glow came out of it and fell on his face, making His lips arch into an evil smile.