The Loyal Dog charm 2

The 'Loyal Dog' was here.

Everybody's bone froze upon his arrival. The man who slaughtered more than a thousand men all alone, saved the kingdom from more than ten attacks, just to be blinded by the King's mistake on the war.

Even with a stick and blindfold, the man still stood out from some of the court members. No wonder with the dress he wore that day, similar to Luciana's dress colour, both of them looked like match made in heaven. 

"Meet Dylan, and the person I choose to be wedded with and the one who I believe is suited for the Wolf Throne." While clasping her hand over Dylan's elbow, Luciana spoke proudly and lifted her chin to glance at Dylan.

Sylvon stood dumbstruck in his place, his fist tightened and a sting of pain claimed on his flesh where the nails dug. But he wasn't lose of words. Dylan might be better than him but his eyes were his weakness.

"How do you expect a blind person to rule!?" Angered flared over Sylvon's speech before he could control himself. Eyes widened like a crazy man, brows pinched in the furrow, he stood at the end of the table and waited for an answer. 

But Luciana didn't answer, instead she let go of Dylan's hand and smirked.

The man, upon being released, didn't hesitate and disappeared in a second into the air before appearing to Sylvon's side with a whim of smoke. He didn't let the prime minister react before taking him by collar and lashing out at him, "Firstly, as a prime minister of my honorable nation, this behaviour of yours is disrespectful towards the princess and the nation you are built upon. Secondly, I may be blind but..."

He leaned close and whispered behind Sylvon's ears. The former stood frozen in his place as blood, which rushed earlier seemed to drain from that place. 

Dylan was no forgiving man, he dragged Sylvon by his collars towards Luciana's direction and threw the man at her feet. When Sylvon was about to flare, Dylan placed his cane at Sylvon's vital point near his neck and commanded, "Get on your knees and apologise."

The Wolfocrates exchanged glances at each other but kept their mouth sealed. They didn't had the courage to argue with Loyal Dog, instead enjoying the show happening on the court appeared more appealing to them.

Kai and Aza were definitely enjoying the show from their seats. Satisfaction brimmed from their eyes while mouths drew on straight linen. If not professional but they were perfect actors. 

On the other hand, Sylvon, who was the center of attention before the start of the meeting and even at that moment, lay on the ground with Dylan's unspoken threat of snapping his neck with his cane. 

Sylvon gritted his teeth and tightened his fist while he got on his knees before Luciana. As the apology was about to come in, Dylan's cane gently yet dangerously tapped near his neck while he demanded, "Your head should be touching the floor, Prime Minister."

Dignity could be earned but not a perfectly working neck. Therefore without any argument, Sylvon bowed before Luciana and repented, "I beg you pardon, Your Highness."

Luciana glanced at the man kneeling before her with contempt, nevertheless, she accepted his apology and pronounced, "You may rise, Sylvon."

Sylvon rose with a darken face and ears red with embarrassment. The Dylan's cane finally retreated back and allowed him to move to his seat.

The court was silent again. The afternoon sun has taken over the earth and the birds were no longer present to fill the silence. Only when Luciana spoke, the silence broke, "Do anybody have any objection to add?"

In translation, she meant, 'Do anybody want to get their bone broken?'

The Wolfocrate glanced at each other but nobody spoke except Aza, "We are honored to have Marshal Dylan as our Regent king, but can we Wolfocrate have the reason as to why you chose him?"

"Who shall stand above a man who declares his life on the nation and sacrifice? A blind man, if you say, he is not. Marshal Dylan indeed have greater sight, a view of the kingdom without the blind of power and desire. Which promises a betterment and wellbeing to the nation." The court member nodded to her and didn't argue further.

The explanation was satisfactory. 

Luciana took her seat and directed Dylan to stand beside her. At that moment, he held no position in the court, therefore no seat was available to him except the grand seat which belonged to the King.

His appearance was a show to court today, and a threat to Sylvon. 

The prime minister was quieter than ever before. Face sulken behind shadow, his mind reeled with curses which he knew wouldn't work at all. 

The tendency to slam the table was overwhelming but he stopped and asked, "What are your plans to develop the nation, Marshal Dylan?"

"I plan on strengthening the military first. With the already destruction to crops and fields, we can't let intruders to destroy more. The soldiers will be sent to the North Outpost, where the hub of intruders resides." Dylan replied from his stand. 

"We already have a huge number of Soldiers posted there," 

"Not enough,"

Sylvon bit his tongue as a harsh remark was about to fly from him. But he guessed, Dylan already read his thoughts. The man was looking at him through his blindfold.

"Our soldiers aren't weak. But the intruders at North, the rogue werewolf, are wild in numbers. They move from every direction of east, west, and south, just to reach north and enter the nation."

Wolfocrates were not pleased by his plan, it was visible from their faces. But Dylan continued, "We will recruit both men and women from..."

While everybody keenly listened to Dylan, there was a man who sat there with thoughts running into a different direction. 

It was Sylvon. He wondered how Luciana trapped this man and convinced him to work for her.

From the corner of his eyes, he looked at Dylan and he could swear that the man was already facing him with those blindfolds which hid his piercing eyes, and a subtle smile on his face.

Sylvon knew the man was reading his thoughts, therefore, he took the chance to denigrate the man with his internal monologue, 'Congratulations on becoming Luciana's toy, oh sorry, I meant slave.'

'It would not be long before I kill both of you and take the throne away.' 

A wash of satisfaction spread across his body but before he could indulge himself into the bliss of this feeling, a strange sensation coiled around his stomach. 

The items and artifact, the wolfocrate and Luciana disappeared around into thin smoke and slowly he came to a room without a bound all alone with Dylan. 

He breath came in shallow as he was put into the unfamiliar environment. 

"Where the hell are we?" Sylvon asked looking at the Dylan who stood a little away from him.

Dylan didn't take effort to reply back to Sylvon, instead efficiently opened his blindfold and revealed his dark crimson eyes.

The blood-like eyes glance at Sylvon and walked towards him.

Sylvon being terrified wanted to run away from that man but he was frooze in his place, he couldn't move.

"Dylan, what in the name of heaven are you doing to me!"

Again Dylan didn't reply, instead lifted his hand which now was covered in fur and sharp claw.

Sylvon soul nearly came out of his body as he realised what Dylan was about to do...

"No, no, no..." But it was too late. 

The sensation of immense pain aroused in him as Dylan marked his claw against his chest and stomach with very deep cuts.

"Dylan!"

And again the hand rose, this time coming for the neck.