Chapter 9 5

Ammar stared at how softly she spoke to the horse and how lovingly it had responded. He wondered what was going on between the two until he saw the logo on the saddle and knew why, it had the sign of the Trinnuiven dynasty and Ammar knew this horse belonged to Queen Enyo 500 years ago. He immediately rose to his feet, had the horse been wandering through the earth for all those 500 years without being dead and now he felt that he had finally found his owner?

"Take the horse out!" He roared to the guards and in one swift movement, they were holding the bridle as they pulled it out. One of the guards immediately hopped on it even though the horse seemed not to welcome anyone on its back yet.

She turned with a heated expression, "You can't ask them to take it out, where are they going to keep it?" Damnation! She sounded the same, even though he knew Enyo wouldn't have stooped so low to ask him this question, she would've stopped the guards from taking the horse and would certainly slay the throat of whoever dared touched it. He knew rebirths were a spitting image of each other and sounded and acted mostly the same, even though he wasn't sure of what the rebirthed version of Enyo would act like.

He acted as though she wasn't referring to him and turned to Akasha that stood by his side, still not over the shock of seeing that horse. He managed to smile at her but instead, a scowl engulfed his expression and he knew it was only going to scare her even more than the horse had. She silently walked back to her seat and sat down, suddenly feeling embarrassed and Ammar spoke, "I'm being lenient, don't you think, Akasha?" He spoke under his breath that she found it so hard to capture what he had said.

"Your chaperone..." she knew where it was leading to, and she felt the pounding of her heart increased. She knew Esmeray was doing this because she wanted to stop her from getting married to the King. And she would die if she didn't tell this to her parents, how dare she speak to the king in the manner she did?!

"Oh," her face flushed as she threw a warning glance toward Esmeray that still stood in the centre of the tent as she flashed him a heated glance, waiting for her answer. "Her name is Esmeray, she's my older sister." He acted as though he didn't hear what she said and Akasha knew there was more to what she would do now, "I'm sorry over her attitude,Your Majesty. It's because we've both never associated ourselves with an aristocrat not to even talk of a royal person and to say the King in general. I beg for your forgiveness, Your Majesty."

Akasha turned to Esmeray that wasn't even sparing her a glance, nor do a remorseful expression took over her face. She looked confident that Akasha almost found it unnerving to say what she wanted to say to her. "Esmeray, apologize to His Majesty before he has a punishment assigned to you." She said through gritted, and feeling as her body roiled with so much anger that she wanted to stand up now and smack her so hard on the face.

"I beg your pardon, but has it occurred to you that you haven't answered my question or would you rather have me check that myself?"

"Esmeray!" Akasha yelled, now agitated as this was certainly not going to be forgiven by the king.

She turned to her and it felt as though she had never seen this Esmeray before. She looked nothing like her old self. The Esmeray she knew didn't have this much confidence nor was there this aura about her that immediately unnerved her. And if she had noticed, her aura wasn't like this, this was a different person. A person with so much power attached to her name, but then this was her sister! The Esmeray she had grown up to trample upon and look down onto.

"How dare you interfere?" Her gaze was piercing right into her soul and Akasha knew she wouldn't keep up with the staring contest she was having with this powerful woman that seemed not afraid in ways Akasha had never imagined Esmeray would ever not be.

"Would you do me the favour of getting your father here? It'd be a pleasure to talk about this whole thing, now. I'd want the marriage in two days instead, Akasha." He didn't stare at her when he said that as his eyes were fixed unwaveringly at a furious Esmeray that stared at him with the same heated look he had on his face. She immediately rose to her feet and bowed.

"Yes, Your Majesty," She said and began walking toward the door, but when she saw that Esmeray had no intention of following her, she stopped in her tracks. "Esmeray, do you wish to overstay your welcome or is it the mercy of His Majesty that you're hell-bent on suffocating?" She believed that His Majesty was only being this forgiven because he had grown a liking in her and wouldn't want to do something that would upset her father.

"I think your chaperone has something to discuss with me." He began, finishing his juice in one gulp as he ordered for more to be poured into his cup. "Let us be." He spoke to every guard in the tent and Akasha believed she was among those that he ordered and she silently walked out of the tent, wondering what was wrong with Esmeray this evening.

He gulped down the cup too, all in an attempt to calm himself from the raging bloodthirst that seemed insatiable due to the aggressive anger he felt. When he saw that wasn't going to work, he took the entire jug the blood had been preserved for him and emptied it in one gulp. It felt good, but certainly, he would welcome more and more blood at the moment.

He was aware of her heated gaze that was shaking unwavering on his face and his mischievousness returned as he found his calm back. This was certainly her, Queen Enyo of the Trinnuinven dynasty, just that this rebirth version of her wasn't confident enough as she used to and due to how her hands slightly shook with fear that she had them clasped together to seem fearless to him, he believed the Esmeray Akasha mentioned had been taken over by a soul slightly different from hers. Or perhaps, a part of her soul that had never resurfaced until she saw him.

"Your Majesty," he said with utter mockery and he watched as she recoiled in anger. "May I have you sit before we speak? I believe you'd never act like a town cat, will you?"