Nightingale

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Asaya started to laugh and confessed, "Wow such a good taste you've gotten. I have never seen someone kinder than him. A matured loyal man from the west with an exemplary authenticity, I still can't forget the first day when he came along the way for the guard's test. He caught all of his attentions especially with his blue eyes and blonde hair, he is totally different among all".

Oria's eyes widened and surprisingly could not understand why she is laughing! Was it funny if she has feelings towards him? She gaped and asked, "So why are you laughing? You look stupid".

Asaya pressed her lips to stop her jaw from falling apart out of laughing, shook her head to the sides, and answered, "What goes around comes around! Didn't you expect me to be quiet after giving me that advice, Did you? You asked me to tell my story and then you hardly narrated yours." She paused and added, "Get ready my little doll because it's almost time to go". She was aiming to accompany her to the boat then she could head to the palace.

A nightingale was flying around and sat on a tree near the house then started to sing, Oria looked at it and then while she was smiling eagerly mentioned, "This is good omen it made me feel good, it's singing about happiness".

"Do you understand the birds' language?" She teased and Iris pushed her away.

Asaya yearned to tell her about angel Keen. To tell her about the pull strings they were gaining from guardian angel's tower. Although she knew that she is almost heading at death's door. If her steppes go in the wrong place she may lose her head.

***

Castle- Minister Pouyeh room.

The second minister and for now the lord of Sheed castle rolled over his nude body on a lady gasping and sweating. While people whom he accused of claiming the throne were pleading to find a way and live more he was sedating himself in another way he used to do always.

She shifted her body on his. The two lofty balloons on her chest compressed on his chest. His hand rested over her hips. Her long thin fingers brushed over his ears. She lowered her head down near his ears. Her lust warm breath kissed his neck.

"You drained all my stamina, tell me what's wrong with you Bashra?" He drawled.

"Didn't you enjoy it? Or you scared that they catch me here? I'm not the King's fortune!" She muttered with her windy tune.

"I'm not scared, but you suggested to introduce yourself as my daughter! Remember?"

The day they entered the castle Bashra introduced herself as his daughter, not his lady. She needed ways to reach out to that boastful king who cared about morality more than his life.

"I felt something the night before!" Her green eyes blazed and his hand shoved her silky brown hair away to see her face. He brushed his finger along her deep red tumid lips.

"So something bothered you and made the lion between your legs roar that you came here tonight to calm it down. Tell me what my witch saw?" He smirked.

He was a muscular tall man in his fiftieth but still looked younger than his age and handsome to led the Harem's ladies on the bed only by waving a finger.

"I'm not your witch, watch your mouth my sweetheart because if I dismay the way you talk, you may lose the snake between your legs." She threatened and knelt slowly while staring into his eyes.

She rose and get her dress. Pouyeh leaned on pillows, narrowed his eyebrows, and frowned.

"So something dangerous you discovered", He guessed while scanning her convexity.

"I felt something saint attempt to get in, but my guard cloud didn't allow it, I couldn't see it", she was unaware of heaven courts plan against them. But this invisible thing frightened her.

"We will catch that soon, but I've got a question for you, during bedding the king you were far from me about a year, tell me who was better?" He got up and drew her to his. Squeezed her between his arms. Then his fingers skidded down under her thin silk nightgown. Still pleased to gain more from her. She lustfully smirked and turned to him. She bit his lips and answered, "He was better, but you are the only one who can please me."

"So let me please you more, very soon to leave now", He dragged her to the bed again.

But before sieging for his interminable desire he said, "Are you jealous of Anahid? That's why you went on to kill her?"

"You know that?" She laughed and responded herself, "Of course you do, that Osla told you, but I just don't like her." She replied and mewled as he rushed into her roaring lion.

"I don't mind her, do what you wish to her, I would die tonight under your roaring demon", He squeezed and made his immortal witch writhe. She shifted her hips where he was to make him push in harder. They were sharing demonic lovemaking just like their hearts and souls, was a dark one.

The night she was bedding the king after a year of coquetry muss. She finally achieved her wish. She was the only one who was going to bed with the king every night while other Harem ladies were expecting to gain one.

And the last night didn't go to tame the king's desire only, but poured venom into his milk after tasting him for the last time and left the room just as the other witches leave the scene. She turned to dark clouds and vanished. The King fell off on a deep sleep that no physician could find its cure. So the tomb hugged him within.

**

Angel Keen was flying above where Asaya and Oria were heading to. She felt so bad because she wanted to help while she is inside that filthy palace. In that wretched condition. But she wasn't able to pass just hoped that Says overcomes it without getting hurt. She could remember the memories she was writing. Like it was hers. Even that freezing cruel wind is supposed to give her the same sense, telling her that you will experience this in each life you enter. she wasn't a witness anymore, but a part of it this time. The future and the fortune of this battle was unknown to all of them. But she won't run away this time, not like all she did in her previous life.

She already explored over that river the night before. It was passing among mountain valley and then forest side where they were assured of being not followed by guards and it won't harm them.

Oria entered the boat and sailed along the river. Asaya left her and sneaked out of the city. The Angel followed her. But couldn't enter in so remained flying above vigilantly connected to Asaya.

The night watches of the back wall were on Anahid's side. The walls that surrounded the yard region. Those who were giving their life to save the king's legacy. She walked in by a tunnel under the wall and moved over the watchtower. She used the hook and climbed up. The sky was clean and soft. Offered her an extremely appropriate light. So she fitted her position to reach inside the castle.