CHAPTER 42 ////

PAST Honeyed strands struck on the wet face looked at the skies in an hopeless prayer. Warm tears trailing down the porcelain cheek burned the skin and sang a tale of pain and agony. Her dreams were crushed and destiny was ruled by others. "Elder brother, have mercy! Father is being persecuted and tortured while this one is here, if the cost is this ones' life then I shall give it. Elder brother please!" Clutching onto the royal blue cloak embroidered with gold leaves that signified his status of the highest general of Eastern deserts, Sir Casagon looked away from the sobbing Lilith that was on her knees before him, begging to leave for Gaerin and submit herself to the royal castle so that Prince Vzeus could be left to live but the General was more aware than the others, there was no way that Prince Vzeus could live, even if Lilith accepts to marry Crown Prince Alexander of Ambrose still her family would be slaughtered. Becoming the crown princess of an enemy nation shall make her