Who made this coffee?

Kyrian saw the tight grip of Seira on the hanger. He looked at her for a second before taking the clothes in her hand rather hard that made the hanger grazed Seira's skin.

"Aw," Seira mumbled in a very low tone; hiding her arm behind her back before leaving the room.

After a few minutes, the cold and sharp voice of the prince came behind the door. "Servant"

Seira briskly entered the room, bowing. Between her eyelashes, she saw Kyrian was already dressed and standing near the door of his room with his hands holding the coat.

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"Bring those folders in my office"

As soon as the door closed, Seira exhales the air she never thought she was holding. She then took the stock folders in the bed at once. It was heavy and thick folders that reached her chin. Biting her lower lip, she twisted the doorknob, balancing the folders simultaneously. As soon as she heard a click, she smiled; leaving quickly. With quick and heavy footsteps she trudged to the office of the prince. She knocked three times before entering.

Kyrian glanced up from reading all the paper works on his desk. He pointed the couch to Seira that immediately complied, putting all the folders. He then started reading all the reports about his kingdom. He was so preoccupied and settled a lot of things these past few days that he forgot the quarterly reports of the offices. Since his father died, at a young age, he settled and handled things on his own, everything related to the kingdom. His cousin, Emmett doesn't want to do anything with the affairs of the kingdom. The pal was also eager to be dethroned immediately.

Seira clasped her hands together; standing near the couch while contemplating to leave or stay in the room. There's no way she will disturb the prince to ask something if she may leave or whatnot. No. Never. Who knows if he will kill her if she asks. She bowed although he could not see her; closing the door.

"Bring me a coffee at exactly 3 o'clock" Kyrian announced, still looking at the papers.

"Understood" Seira bowed once again before finally closing the door. She wiped the sweat trickling down on the side of her cheeks; leaning on the wall with her mind busy deciding what to do after.

"What to do?'' She mumbled to herself but eventually facepalmed when she didn't think of anything aside from horrible things that may happen to her if the prince called her out of nowhere and she was busy lurking in the palace. Dread twisted at her gut at the thought. She sat on the floor, behind the door; bringing her head to her knees.

A man in a black suit; wearing a black hat and gloves, holding a black folder in his hand was walking to the hallway where Kyrian's office was located. His face was covered by a black cloth, masking the lower part of his face. He glanced at Seira whose head was facing sideways, eyes tightly closed before opening the door.

Kyrian leaned back on his chair; glancing at the man removing his hat and the black cloth covering the lower part of his face. A large x shaped scar was on his right cheek that was covering almost half of his face. The man was the same age as him. He felt the man's presence before he climbed the stairs and headed to his office. It's an instinct for him to distinguish the presence of anyone with great and dangerous power like him. Aside from that, his body gets alert impulsively when the person is not from his kingdom.

"Prince Kyrian of Adeosian" the man bowed.

"Zadicus Graeme" Kyrian said, acknowledging the presence of the man.

The man gave the black folder to Kyrian who took it at once. A picture of a woman wearing a cloth covering the lower part of her face, leaving her eyes only to view.

"One of the member of Wrakcrucia army confessed that they were ordered to find the woman in the picture" the man paused "And they are now confining in one town in your kingdom even some of the squads captain that we tried to track down made an appearance in that town—the Palsury"

Kyrian intently stared at the eyes of the woman in the picture "Then whoever this woman, she is what they need and been finding for a long time"

Zadicus nodded. He knew what Kyrian meant. They have been close friends for a very long time and he had been working for him since he was 17, doing the same work—observing the army of the fallen Wrakcrucia Kingdom. The kingdom had been ruined since the Great War between the Adeosian Kingdom in the time of Kyrian's grandfather for the most typical reason—power.

"I'm sure that woman had something that could fulfill their utmost desire for them to finally make a move and explicitly showed themselves—a power to make their vision into reality" Zadicus pronounced with his eyes closed, leaning on the sofa.

Kyrian didn't respond. He waited a long time for those people to make themselves known. He knew that the remaining people of Wrakcrucia Kingdom had been holding a grudge to his people and especially to his grandfather and father. But it was the same for him, the only difference was he don't kill without a reason. Now, all he needed was for those armies to do a serious move before he made his first move.

"Continue what you have been doing," Kyrian ordered.

"You're not going to join their searching game?"

"We will let them catch their prey among our pack and use them to lead us to their jungle. As soon as their teeth bare hold the clueless prey, we will going to pounce them and kill them to death"

Zadicus smirked; standing up and putting his hat back. He never expected less, Kyrian was born to be a leader and king of the powerful kingdom after all. He holds the doorknob. Before twisting it he asked the question he once thought "What if what they're looking for was destined princess of your kingdom?"

"My answer would be the same as before," Kyrian replied without a second thought. He made up his mind a long time ago. He will kill the person everyone wanted and desired in order to attain power—the destined princess.

Seira jerked up; eyes fluttering when the sound of the door came to her ears. She regretted the action when a clenched, contracted feeling on her thigh like tightened into a knot climbed up. Leg cramps! She tried to balance herself using her other leg, but her body seems to be adjusting from her sudden standing resulting in her to unsteadily stumble. Before she fell to the floor, her hands instinctively held the man who walked in front of her.

Seira stared shocked at the black orbs of Zadicus who automatically curled his arms to Seira's waist; staring at her as well. A rush of red formed on Seira's cheek when he realize Zadicus hand on her waist. She hastily pulled away making her stagger backward but a hand held her wrist, preventing her from falling back.

"Didn't I tell you to bring coffee at exactly 3 o'clock?" Kyrian seriously said, still wearing his emotionless expression; removing her hold on Seira unannounced, causing her to finally fall with a loud thud on the floor.

"I-I wa-was about to, Your Highness" with a groan, Seira got up on her feet; ignoring the pain of her hip. She dash to the kitchen with her heart pounding hard.

A small smile stretched on Zadicus' lips. It was obvious the woman had just woken up from her red eyes and the mark of her arm to her face but still said she was about to get Kyrian's coffee. 'What a bad liar'. He glances at Kyrian, nodding before the two of them go separate ways—Kyrian on his way to the library and Zadicus in leaving the palace.

"Martin!" Seira shouted as soon as she stepped foot in the kitchen but her shoulders sagged when there was no single soul in the kitchen. Where do the people here go? She bit her nails in frustration. The prince will surely scold or worse kill her if she doesn't bring any coffee.

She frantically opened all the cabinets in search of coffee powder and sugar. Spotting the jar containing black powder she immediately started making coffee. Her hands were suspended in the air, not knowing if she would add another scoop of sugar. What if he wants black or bitter? Sweet? My goodness! How many scoops of sugar does Martin put? She facepalmed, deciding to add the sugar. No matter what happens at least she tried. Martin owes her this one.

Taking a deep breath, Seira opened the door. She put the cup of coffee to the side, away from the papers. She smiled awkwardly as she tried to hide her nervousness; following Kyrian's hand stretched to grab the cup until it reached his lips. She swallowed when the natural red lips of Kyrian sip the black liquid until he gulps it. What is she doing? With a shake of head, she glanced down; hands clasped together.

Kyrian briefly glanced at Seira before taking a sip of the coffee, his eyes still stuck at the paper he was reading. He raised his brow, staring at the cup of coffee. No one, even the head chef, didn't perfect the coffee he wanted, not even once but how come the cup of coffee he was holding perfectly encapsulated his taste?

"Who made this coffee?"

"Huh? It—it's me, Your Highness. Forgive me but Martin was—" Seira hastily replied.

"Make my coffee from now on"

Seira blinked, shocked to hear what Kyrian uttered who was back from reading the papers again "Understood, Your Highness" she said as the surprise sinks in. A smile appeared on her face as she realized that she was still lucky and saved from the man's wrath.