A few hours later, the king approached his son, who was in the process of eating fruits from a crystal bowl. "How are you, son?" he asked, taking a seat next to Mathayus. "There are about a thousand words I could use to answer that question, Father, but the strongest one is angry. I'm furious, Father. I need an outlet for this anger. Speaking of outlet, where is Dmitri?"
"In one of the underground cells awaiting his punishment." The king replied. "Have him brought to the training ground," Mathayus growls, walking away from his father, leaving the fruits behind.
Half an hour later, Mathayus entered the training ground to see Dmitri on his knees in chains. "Are you here to take my life, huh? To exalt your power as the crown prince?" Dmitri growls scornfully.
"You wish," Mathayus snorts. "The one thing you will not receive, brother, is a quick death, but fret not, you will die, just not today. Release him." Mathayus orders, and one of the guards immediately pulls the chains off Dmitri's hands and feet.
"Here's the deal, brother: I'll give you one more chance to take me out, winner takes all, I'll even give you a dagger, feel free to plunge it into my undeserving heart," Mathayus says, throwing a dagger before Dmitri.
"Feeling sure of yourself, aren't you?" Dmitri sneers, picking up the dagger. "That's a grave understatement at this point, brother." "I told you to stop using that disgusting word!" Dmitri barks. "And I'm using it just to provoke you, so what the fuck will you do about it? Come on, here I am, come at me, to make it easier for you, I won't even use a weapon." Mathayus laughs. With a deafening growl, Dmitri charged towards Mathayus.
Five minutes later, Mathayus growls in frustration as he glares at Dmitri. "Come on, brother, I know we receive different training, but you were trained, were you not"?" He snaps.
"This doesn't...make sense...how could you have gotten....so strong?" Dmitri pants while wiping blood from his face and gripping his ribs. "What? You never heard the saying, What doesn't kill you makes you stronger? You can thank the drug that you pumped into my system for my newfound strength." Mathayus snorts. "Not to mention some amazing Island food." He laughs.
"Aaaahhhh, that drug was supposed to kill you, and the beating was carried out so no one would think to run a blood test. How are you still alive?" Dmitri growls. "That's a mystery for me too, brother, but I am, and now you're wasting your last chance to rectify that! So come on, stop wasting my time and fight as if your life depends on it, because it does." Mathayus growls back and, again with another deafening growl, Dmitri charges at him.
"Your Majesty, is it just me or has the prince gotten a lot more aggressive?" Keshan asks. "He's a magnificent sight to behold, isn't he?" The king asked, his voice filled with pride. "But to answer your question, he is indeed more aggressive, faster too and a lot more powerful.
"The physician who examined him on his return is still mystified as to how he survived after being injected with that drug," Keshan states. "It's simple, he survived because he is my son," the king states.
"But he is still only human, your majesty." "True, but the royal bloodline is one of the most rare blood types ever to exist, which makes us a lot stronger than most, and his kids will be a force to be reckoned with." The king nods with a proud smirk.
"I'm disappointed, brother." Mathayus sighs a few minutes later as he glares at an unconscious Dmitri on the ground. With a snort, he turned and walked away from him. He had only taken a few steps when one of the guards shouted.
"Your Highness, watch out!" Swerving his body to the side, Mathayus spins, kicking Dmitri's legs out from beneath him, dropping him on his back, knocking the wind from his lungs for a few seconds, he then kicks the dagger from Dmitri's hand and places one of his feet at Dmitri's throat.
"I already knew that you were pretending to be unconscious, just as I knew you wouldn't pass up the chance to stab me in the back like the coward that you are and while you're lying flat on your ass, here's a little fact for you, brother: the next time we meet, you. Will. Die." He then pressed his foot down on Dmitri's throat rendering him unconscious.
Thank you for reading
words of encouragement
There are some of your graces which
would never be discovered if it
weren't for your trials
Riddle from the last ch: Where can you always find money?
Ans: In the dictionary
Ha, that's true, good one, I wonder if the dictionary can loan me some? DWL
Alright, try this one.
Which room can no one enter
good luck guys