Turned tables

Luscious could only fear for his life....the first time in all his time he's felt a something like this...a string in his chest like needles slowly picking.. pulling each of his veins carefully and popping it...or perhaps snapping it in a split second....he was standing in between these two enemy couple and he'd successfully put himself as the prey... turning the tables and he'd stuck himself to a trap...

Lord Philip's dagger glares were soon turning into sharp spikes tunting him...he couldn't even dare look in his direction...

the atmosphere was heavy. .Damm heavy that he was suffocating In it... silver balls of sweat began to form on his forehead that he feared they'd soon be tainted in scarlet...what should he do to ease the atmosphere...?

"pride....pri ..pri...pride?" he managed to scare the deafening silence but just for a mini second....his words were slurred ...he was definitely fooling himself....this lord and lady... weren't just holding this position but were also experienced adults and he was like a child to them...so they could tell easily when a child is trying to....

"oh see what you caused now luscious...the lord is mad...!"Monica said and continued in her historical laughter...

Philip immediately rose up to exit the throne room...

"my lord!"... luscious immediately reached out

"forgive my transgressions...I didn't know better..."luscious found himself apologizing... reaching out his hands to hold unto him but he paused mid air. The lord's expression was even worse...it became worse than even before... Monica could even feel it as goosebumps crawled up her skin and she subconsciously shuddered in shocked surprise...she didn't know her husband...the same man she'd lived all her life with as far as she could remember...had this strength in him...made her wonder why he never stood up against her...she flinched ...but immediately bit it down her belly as the lord momentary threw sharp glares at both of them...the lady and the prince.....she took a step forward to reach out to him... maybe to kill down the fright enveloping her...but before she could reach him....

"please forgive my lord...!"luscious had cut in ...the lord only halted not looking at them any further.."you know why I'm here my lord...I need you...I know I'd stepped on wrong ground...I should have controlled... controlled...control..."

"of course...!..."lord luscious cut him off his stammers ...turned one last look at him...this time soft ..mild and a little glimmer of forgiveness was evident... obviously realizing that the lost and strayed lamb was back and it's back to it's fold like the prodigal child...and as a father would do...he'd have to temper justice with mercy...but notwithstanding...he was no longer in the mood for any shit chat.

"my lord!..."that sardonic voice .. like a melodious theme music... filtered in their ears...but from the fireplace... chilling..the aura had rapidly changed..... Monica and luscious could recognize it vividly...it was fresh in their blood streams....but the lord was far off...lost.... luscious took two steps backwards like he wanted to squat and hide behind Philip...he remembered his first encounter with this shadow...how he'd fallen into memwell's arms ...like he was compelled... like he was made insane... like the shadow was in charge of his soul... ordering him around and making him do things.....he remembered...how...

the shadow immediately came into view and formed a mighty figure of a gigantic lady on the wall... Monica took two steps backwards and collided with her husband...this gave her a feeling of relief... somewhat protection... from this shadow she'd so dreaded...but it was calling out to Philip...was it Philip's turn to be hunted by it? looking at the expressionless face of Philip...or maybe angry...they could tell he wasn't scared at all...was he in control of this shadow? and why was the shadow so formal on like how it had treated them? ...why did it seem nicer?...why did it seem like it respected this lord?...was he the lord of the shadow? or did he already see this coming because of his powers as the myth?

"speak!"was all Philip said... surprising both of them... scaring them off their whit with the way he ordered the shadow...a shadow...

"speak?"the shadow was saying...gone was the sardonic tone and the respect it gave.....it exuded an evil aura ...like black mist ...not visible but it was something they felt and feared...but still not this lord they'd called a weakling all these years...what really was going on here?

"you think you can order?"the voice had turned into that of an angry tyrant.... to which queen Monica would be a perfect example.... hearing her own tone like that .. taunting her made her shudder...she could finally feel the weight of fear she'd impacted on her subordinates... and the lower races...but she could tell this was just the beginning...she could only thank her stars that her husband hadn't moved away from her and had let her confine in him...and sheltered her

"oh Monica...look at you...tell me how it feels....how does it feel Monica.? tell me tell me!"it thundered now...first sounding like a rhyme when it started and the pitch increased rapidly as it continued and ended as a thunder...the voice laughed.. like it could see the expression on Monica's face ...like it could see her flinch and how she'd subconsciously gripped her husband's arms...this was history...one that would become tales for the future generations.... maybe it would be titled...'queen Monica's fright' ..how about..'the almighty queen flinched'...no! those aren't good enough titles to explain even a little fragment of the horrifying expression not only on Monica's face but was also steaming out her skin...the steam of her blood was visible... and one would fear ... could tell at this rate she could die if she doesn't get an instant blood tea... wait! had she honestly forgotten that she had the power?... the ring she'd so bragged about? what was wrong with her... something was ...is off somewhere

"what do you want from us?"Monica's shaky voice came into their ears... like she was hell-bent to do anything...fast as at that so as to send this shadow away as soon as possible...

the shadow maybe... obviously was dumbstruck and maybe speechless...had this queen actually forgotten her golden... although rusty ring? why wasn't she using it? why was she clinging to her husband figure...one she'd never acknowledged...the shadow facepalm itself and they saw it... luscious mouth was immediately stuck open...he too had been staring at Monica in bewilderment....was the shadow actually thinking the same thing he did?...he suddenly felt an urge to tell the shadow that that was exactly what he was thinking but his illusion immediately faded as the recollected the ingoing event