War! Allen war!

Everyday had it's own phase .... different rantings and thunders ....all for the pain...all a mourning for the beloved...the beloved wife that wasn't...no! that's just the most painful part of the story...to even imagine the pain she most had gone through... craving for love and affection all this while...yet misunderstood as a devil because all she craved was war against Allen who'd allowed her loose the only thing she valued in this world...her precious! Monica's Melissa ..! why was Allen so cruel.?..

The part of the war at the desert between Melissa and Bianca wasn't in Monica's memories because Monica didn't know about it.....so. .that phase was just a glimmer of light that appeared to complete the story which the ring knew about...but neither did Philip..nor luscious or Bianca see that part.... when that scene had started to replay...all they could see was darkness..a thick white fog that they could not decipher what that meant...

prince luscious had suffered most because he was the only one who could stop the lord from going on a rampage and kill the residents of Mariposa.....but he'd had to put his life on the line to save Mariposa...days tiptoed into week and this damn berieved lord was getting worse by the day...he was going on a rampage every now and then that luscious didn't have the luxury of rest let alone sleep... causing the young prince to look pale ..just like the lord...but he thought this was a good enough sacrifice he had to make .. hopefully Natasha most have heard the news and would be back soon... and everything between them would be alright..

memwell was sitting on the bed staring out through the window...his eyes were looking pale like he too hadn't gotten any sleep for awhile now....

"my princess where are you?" he was saying... memwell had completely forgotten about his goal on how to pleasure the prince...there was no time for that anymore....it was almost like the prince didn't even see him anymore... luscious no longer looked in his direction...with the sacrifice the prince was making... staying behind instead of the war they'd originally planned to wage to capture the princess...he could tell luscious already had a change of mind.....he already so wanted Natasha more than before...

memwell heived a deep sigh... one that was an expression of his pain...he wished they never came here...he wished things could go back to normal again...he wished they could immediately leave this place and continued their quest. . perhaps go back home and fall in each other's arms... drown in each other's touch and moans ....oh! 'how I miss you my prince' he mumbled to himself ..he was exhausted...all this drama the lord was putting up ...he couldn't stand it...while he grew up in this palace...he never ones imagined that the Lord would wear a shoe...ten times bigger than that one that the late lady wore...the shoe of a maniac ...the shoe of a demon in royalty...he thought Philip was at the peak...sooner than later...he'd unleash his venomous burning lava upon mariposa and burn the land down into ruin....

"memwell..."he heard his name.... someone was approaching him but he didn't have the strength to even look in the direction where the voice had come from...or maybe he was too weak and lost in thoughts to even hear his man. The man that had called him..one of luscious nobles reached him and called out to him again...but memwell didn't respond...the man creased his brows ... confused and contemplating what it was that had snatched this servant's consciousness...but he couldn't sum up a conclusion..... he clutched memwell's shoulders but memwell still didn't seem to notice his presence ...he was forced to shake him back to the world... memwell looked terrified...he looked like he was falling off a mountain with the way he staggered...he was breathing heavily like he just ran a very long race....the man was surprised but he had to let him catch his breath ....but what had he been thinking about? what scared him so much?

when memwell finally caught his breath and his breathing became normal...the man who'd been standing by him and patting his back sat down

"what is it memwell.?.."he asked looking concerned and puzzled...he was the only noble that was acquitted with memwell

"Bruce...."memwell started... calling the man's name but he soon trailed off not sure if it was ok to tell this noble about his unholy affair with the prince

"tell me why you came .."he said instead

"war! we're preparing for war... against lord Allen"was the response the man named Bruce gave. memwell couldn't believe what he just heard....his eyes were budging out as he peered at the man...but this was better?! than just staying here.... having ones hope flow down the drain