CHAPTER 3 : SERIES OF SURPRISE

Third person POV

In a kindom of verdia.A majestic castle stands tall with gleaming golden and white hues, basking in the warm embrace of sunlight.

In the room filled with files and papers, a stunning woman is diligently working, accompanied by a maid.

Suddenly, a commotion erupts, and the maid urgently enters, exclaiming, "Madam, the door to His Highness's chamber is destroyed."

Few minutes before....

*SNAP! CRUNCH!*

The once sturdy door splinters into two distinct pieces, the echoes of its destruction lingering in the air.

First person pov

I knocked on the door, and it unexpectedly broke into pieces.

Now, facing the people outside, I wondered if I had some hidden strength. Strangely, I felt really thirsty, adding to the confusion.

Amid the shattered door, I faced the startled looks of those outside.

Awkwardly, I shrugged and gestured towards the wreckage. "Guess I knocked a bit too hard," I said sheepishly, as they exchanged puzzled glances.

The broken door attracted attention, but my heart raced as soldiers aimed weapons, a mix of spears and swords, directly at me. "Easy now," I stammered, hands raised, trying to defuse the tension.

As the soldiers pointed their weapons at me, spears and swords gleaming, an unexpected calm settled over me.

Amidst the tension, my mind remained clear, allowing me to assess the situation with an unusual clarity.

Suddenly, a voice, sweet and melodious, echoed through the tension.

A beautiful woman emerged, commanding attention. "Lower your weapons," she said with a gentle authority, and the soldiers hesitated, glancing at each other before reluctantly lowering their weapons.

As I gazed at her, the inexplicable thirst within me intensified, nearly causing me to lose control for a moment. Confusion deepened as I struggled to understand why her presence triggered such an overwhelming sensation of thirst.

Amidst the unusual encounter, an elderly butler stood by, and a flood of memories surged. "Uncle Jack," I exclaimed, recalling him as our family butler from my childhood.

His familiar presence brought a sense of comfort, prompting me to address him with the affectionate title.

As Uncle Jack gazed at me, a glimmer of recognition filled his teary eyes. "It is you, young master," he whispered, his voice filled with both surprise and emotion.

Curiosity tinged my voice as I asked, "Uncle, why was I in that dark chamber?" The mystery deepened, and I awaited Uncle Jack's response, hoping for clarity amid the fragments of memories.

Uncle Jack's gaze held a mix of relief and sadness. "Young master, you were in a coma for ten years.

Today, you stand before me, now 22, as if waking from a long slumber," he explained, his words carrying the weight of the lost years.

Stunned, I absorbed Uncle Jack's revelation. "Ten years in a coma? I'm 22 now?" The weight of lost time settled in as I grappled with the realization of a decade spent in unconsciousness.

The mention of the lost years heightened my concern. "Uncle Jack, where is Mom?" I inquired anxiously, seeking answers about the time I had missed and the whereabouts of my family.

Uncle Jack's voice trembled with sorrow as he shared the grim news. "The king and queen, your parents, both passed away five years ago," he said, his tone heavy with the weight of the painful truth.

In the midst of grief, anger surged within me. A dark aura enveloped, and with a voice edged with a demonic tone, I unleashed a pressure that forced everyone to their knees. "What are you saying, Uncle?" I growled.

However, amidst the bowed figures, the beautiful woman remained unaffected, creating an eerie atmosphere where silence draped over everything like a shroud.

The woman, unaffected by my aura, spoke with a calming authority, "Please calm down, Your Majesty." Her own pressure countered mine, prompting a sigh of release. I apologized to Uncle Jack before turning to the enigmatic woman. "Can you tell me who you are, miss?" I inquired, seeking answers amid the silent aftermath.

"I'm Ava Ariston, and I am your wife," she reiterated, her words carrying a mixture of warmth and patience.

The reality of the situation slowly sank in, leaving me grappling with the unexpected revelation.

To. Be. Continued