The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 410: Fugitive At Dinner

Falka took a long nap after the strange encounter with Ares’s father, a demon but he was more likely to be the devil himself, only difference was that he had given her a good word of advice earlier, but was she lenient enough to take it or rather bone headed?

Nighttime arrived and the loud knock on the door snapped her back to reality. She woke up and dragged her legs lazily toward the door.

The maids had come to dress her up for dinner, thankfully it wasn’t the former ones who couldn’t keep their lips shut.

They were quiet as they dressed her up in a simple, black silky gown. They styled her hair with two hairpins holding them tucked behind her ears and they let her hair fall down her back in silky waves.

Her hair being drawn back made her striking features more perceptible and until then, perhaps she hadn’t realized how ethereally beautiful she had been but then again, beauty was the least of her problems.

After they were done, the maids led her down to the dining area. As she walked down the corridors, nervousness hit her as she clutched her dress tightly. Falka dreaded the thought of them sending her away if ever they found out the truth, that she was a fugitive from East Ravka and moreover, she was dangerous.

They arrived in front of the dining hall and the maids pushed the door open to let her in. Falka halted for a second as her eyes narrowed to the extended table seating around seven of them while the candelabra above them cast light on the table.

Falka licked her dry lips before slowly approaching them. She couldn’t help but screen through the seated individuals in which she recognized the three friends and Ares’s father. The others took a resemblance each to the friends and she realized it was their parents.

A young woman with jade eyes and inky black hair looked at her with curiosity in her eyes, she suddenly realized it was Ares’s mother. Although he looked more similar to his father, but there was a similarity to the woman, one she couldn’t point her hands on.

But what Falka was most curious about was how his mother still retained her youth. She was aware vampires didn’t age but the woman before her did not possess any physical similarities to a vampire, it was quite disturbing.

As she neared them, she bowed politely as she greeted "Good evening everyone."

"You can have a seat." Draco said and she took a seat beside the woman who held an uncanny resemblance to Ari even though they had different hair and eye colours.

Ares, sitting opposite her stole a glance at Falka. Their eyes locked for a moment and a flicker of ador flashed through his eyes, as if passing to her an inaudible compliment, but his eyes and uneasy body movement said it all.

Draco’s voice abruptly snapped the both of them out of their own world, causing them to break eye contact as he spoke.

"As you all know, we have a new guest or should I say Ares’s guest." Draco said.

"We are pleased to have you here, what is your name, darling?" The woman with jade eyes spoke sweetly.

"Falka." She mentioned shortly while scrutinizing them with a cautious look.

"Falka, that’s a lovely name. I’m Rama, Ares’s mother and this is Draco, his father. The woman beside you is Zoya, our Royal diviner." Rama paused and her head whipped toward the direction of the woman with white hair and grey eyes as she gave her a smile.

"And as you know, Ari is her daughter and the grumpy man you see over there is Vlad’s father, Zamiel." Rama pointed out and Falka’s gaze narrowed to the direction of the stoic looking man. His physical form was present, but he seemed to be living in his own world, cloaked in shadows.

While Rama introduced him, he was rather nonchalant as he did not elicit any reaction.

"Why were you looking forward to meet me, if I may ask?" Falka suddenly asked.

"You were in a significant prophecy, but we won’t force you to do anything against your wish. I heard you wanted to train and learn how to use your powers properly." Rama remarked.

"Yes and when I learn properly, I’ll leave." Falka said firmly. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"Don’t be silly, you’re welcome to stay for as long as you want." Zoya added in and Falka turned to face her with a confused look.

"Won’t you like to stay here? Doesn’t it suit your taste or you just prefer a simple, quiet life?" Rama asked.

"Uhm, it’s not that. I’m already grateful enough for your hospitality, I wouldn’t like to extend my stay any longer and I would like a quiet life too." Falka said simply.

"Simple lives aren’t meant for people like us and no matter how much we long for it, we could never have it." Rama stated.

Falka’s brows furrowed "If you’re trying to keep me here against my will..." She was suddenly interrupted by Draco.

"No one is keeping you here against your will. We don’t need you, you need us. This castle is a fortress, capable of protecting you for the rest of your life against the East Ravkans. After slaying a head council and posing as a threat to their kingdom, they will stop at nothing to find you, a fugitive with chaos for powers." Draco pointed out.

"H-How do you know?" Falka stuttered.

"You keep underestimating us, as well as everyone else. Like I said, the moment I look into your eyes, your secrets are unveiled." Draco uttered in a drawl as he leaned against his chair.

"Yes, I killed her, the head council." Falka mentioned but Draco interrupted again.

"Not to mention, your mother. How cold and cruel of you." Draco drawled darkly with a wicked smirk curving his lips up.

"She must have had her reasons, like you had yours." Rama chipped in defensively.

"Yes and my reasons were revenge and resentment, I doubt hers was any different." Draco implied.

"It’s not surprising, but a bit dissapointing, Falka. Did you kill your mother for revenge and hate? If so, it will be hard to earn our trust especially when your heart is darkened with resentment." Rama stated out.

Falka’s lips quivered slightly, her eyes darting around as if searching for an escape route. "I did. I killed my mother because I loathed her more than anyone for locking me up. I behaved, never acted out of order and did exactly as she wanted so I could perhaps be freed, but she never did, so yes I killed her and I would all over again without regret." Falka spouted out, her golden eyes burning as she relived the moment.

"No one will judge you for it, I might as well have done the same thing, but the only difference is that I would have done it earlier." Rama quipped sarcastically but there was a sense of truth in her words.

"You are free to stay for as long as you want, Falka, but I will only warn you once. The moment you pose as a threat, Ares will wake up to see your pretty head every morning on his table." Draco uttered darkly but a charming grin tore through his lips, still, it did not dissuade the seriousness of his words.

Draco turned to meet Ares’s glaring silver eyes piercing into his, as if daring him. His aura darkened and shadows soon started to writhe and coil like smoke seeping into the room.

"Ares, your father won’t. He would never." Rama whispered firmly.

"That is If she doesn’t pose as a threat." Draco corrected before turning his attention back on Ares "So if you want her to live, you better learn to tame her monsters cause your little glare won’t help when I tear her head off her shoulders."

"This time you won’t be waking up from your slumber." Ares growled darkly, his voice sliced through the air like a dagger dipped with poison, while Draco merely smirked.

Falka’s breath caught in her throat when she saw Ares’s aura changed in a swift blink of an eye. His face darkened and a vortex of darkness enveloped him as if releasing demons from within him.

She suddenly rose to her feet, breaking the cold tension lingering in the air. "I’ll leave, it seems my presence here is causing problems already." Falka said.

"Sit. You’re not going anywhere." Ares ordered with a tone that commanded authority, it made her legs wobble cause she had never seen this side of Ares, unrelenting and dark.

"Ares, I..." Falka trailed off the moment his silver eyes peered into hers. She had no idea what came over her, but her legs suddenly wobbled weakly, almost making her sit back down, but she strengthened her resolve.

"Draco is only protective of what he cares about, he means nothing of what he said." Rama added.

"I understand, he’s right anyway. It will only be logical to get rid of me if I posed as a threat." Falka said as she slowly sat back down, while stealing a glance at Draco.

"Zoya will train you, staring tomorrow. She’s a powerful witch, she can help you harness your powers quickly and more potentially." Rama said, swiftly changing the topic.

"I look forward to teaching you, but I think Ari would be a better teacher. She may be young but she’s highly skilled and powerful." Zoya said proudly and Ari gasped as she looked up from her plate.

"Me?!" Ari exclaimed.

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