The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 409: Secrets Unveiled

As they walked silently through the forest path, Falka watched him from behind as he led her to the castle. She was a bit skeptical of their motive yet and she still wasn’t ready to let her guard down.

They arrived at the castle and the gates opened for them. Walking behind Ares, she hid her small frame in his shadows, in a bid to avoid the prying stares from the servants and guards.

Finally, they entered the castle and her eyes scoured through the magnificent building. Gold tapestries lined the walls, stretching up to the high ceiling and underneath her feet were marble floors.

Ares led her through the high spiral staircase winding up to the second floor. He led her to a door after a few moments of walking and they halted.

"I’ll send a few maids over." Ares said and walked away, while she stood by the door, watching his retreating back until he disappeared.

Falka sighed softly as she opened the door and walked into the room. Her eyes scoured the room but the first thing she noticed were the windows, windows big enough to fit her if ever she wanted to escape and not to mention there were no guards standing outside her chambers to monitor her every movement. She was free.

A small smile grazed her lips as she slumped down on the bed with a sigh of relief, her red hair sprayed on the pillows.

Maybe, for once in her life she could be happy, maybe she could forget about East Ravka including her vengeance. She could put everything behind and start a new life with people who accepted her for who she was. Falka felt a sense of belonging, but she reasoned it was too quick to say whether she belonged or not.

After a few minutes, the maids arrived and gave her a nice bath. Afterwards, she was dressed in a fine silky blue dress with silver stones on the bodice and it contrasted perfectly with her hair.

"You have beautiful hair, my lady." One of the maids complimented.

"Thank you." She responded.

"It’s hard to come across such captivating colour of hair, where do you hail from? We’ve never seen you here before." Another maid pointed out.

Falka hesitated for a moment before replying "I’m from East Ravka."

"They once said that place is a myth." The blonde haired maid spoke.

"Who are you to Prince Ares? He personally brought you here and called for maids to assist you, it’s quite unusual." The brown haired maid pointed out.

"Just a friend, I’ll be staying for a while." Falka said, hoping the questions would stop.

"Just a friend? I thought you were his mistress." The blonde blurted out without thinking and the brown haired immediately nudged her with her elbow.

The blonde immediately apologized with a bow but Falka simply handled the situation lightly, hoping they wouldn’t say one more word.

Throughout, the maids kept silent and didn’t utter another word as they styled her hair. Her wild locks of hair was brushed and styled beautifully in a braid that was wrapped securely with a few locks falling at the side of her face.

Falka smiled and thanked the maids for their services. Immediately they exited the room, she let out a drawled sigh. The maids were too nosepoking and if they continued any longer, perhaps they might learn of what she really was. A fugitive and a murderer from East Ravka, not to mention the cursed Child.

Falka decided to take a tour around the castle. She had been locked in a chamber all her life, she was rather sick of being in a room without doing anything.

Walking out of the room, she struts down the hallways with excitement visible in her eyes as she takes in the surroundings.

Falka went further away from her room until she realized she didn’t know the way back. Perhaps she might come across Ares or any of his friends, she hoped.

While she pondered on what path to take back, a dark voice slithered through the air as it reverberated behind her.

"Are you lost, little bird?" The voice stimulated a blood curdling chill run through her spine and she froze.

Even without turning around to see who it was, she could feel the melancholic aura pulsating from behind her. It was familiar to Ares’s aura, but more menacing.

Slowly, Falka moved her stiffened body as she turned around and the moment she met his striking ember eyes, she gulped heavily.

The figure stood in a shadowy corner, shrouded in the darkness, only for her to see his silhouette. She squinted her eyes to get a better view of him until he emerged from the shadows into the light.

Not only was his aura similar to Ares’s, they both possessed a striking resemblance in features, the only difference were their eye colours and unnoticeable age gap.

Although, Draco never aged, the wisdom and knowledge of a millennia were etched deeply into his burning eyes, making it possible to differentiate between father and son. It didn’t help that they both retained similar physique and height, almost like his clone carved out with different eyes.

"Are you the devil?" Falka blurted out as she trembled.

Draco let out a throaty chuckle, genuinely amused by her question.

"People who have asked that ended up dead." Draco remarked and she flinched with fear visible in her eyes.

"There’s no need to be afraid, I won’t hurt you. If I did, Ares would become the real devil." Draco said casually.

"Ares is your son." Falka murmured.

"Yes, the resemblance is uncanny, isn’t it?" Draco drawled with pride.

"You are the king, Your Highness." Falka bowed in uncertainty.

"There’s no need for that, drop the formality, even his friends call me by my name." Draco said nonchalantly.

"Oh, okay." She murmured.

"We are alike, but different aren’t we?" Draco asked, meanwhile the girl only wanted to flee from his presence.

"I guess so." She said in a small voice.

"While I’m direct, he’s rather twisted. Somewhat like his grandfather but different from either of us. He’s rather his own person." Draco remarked and she nodded while slowly disappearing into the wall.

"Don’t look at me like I’m a demon, well apparently I am but still, I assure you I won’t lay a finger on you not unless you make me by posing as a threat." Draco intoned, leaving her speechless.

"You’re not a threat, are you?" Draco asked with a smoldering gaze.

"N-No, I’m not a threat at all." She stuttered as she gulped.

He smiled, but it was rather devilish and even more terrifying.

"Your name is Falka, isn’t it? The little bird from East Ravka. You have wings but can’t fly." Draco suddenly remarked.

Falka’s brows furrowed on how he knew it was her, but she reasoned Ares must have told him.

"He didn’t tell me, I just happen to know almost everything about everyone. Just one look into your eyes and secrets becomes unveiled." Draco said with a prideful shrug.

"I heard you were tough but why do you seem so timid now? You’ve barely said a word." Draco noted out.

"I’m not...tough. I only pretend to be strong to survive, and you’re right, I am timid. I’ve been timid my entire life that’s why I came here so that they could help me become strong." Falka spouted out with a determined look in her eyes.

"And why do you want to be strong, child?" Draco asked.

"I don’t...know. Perhaps to not get exploited again, to be able to defend myself and maybe, revenge." Falka said, slightly uncertain by her own words.

"Getting powerful for the wrong reasons can be chaotic and detrimental. If you choose the path of vengeance and to conquer with fear, you’ll end up yearning for more and soon, you’ll become a power obsessed monster and then you’ll end up destroying both yourself and the people around you." Draco advised.

"Because you’ve gone through it before, haven’t you?" Falka queried in curiosity, her fear slowly diminishing.

"You could say that. Come on, I’ll lead you to your chambers, but if you want a tour, ask a maid to lead you or you’ll get lost and we won’t be able to find your body until after three days when the wolves have made a feast out of you." Draco joked darkly, but the girl oblivious of the joke gasped with horror in her eyes.

"Wolves?" She exclaimed.

"Ares has more wolves than I do and he lets them wander around the castle. He’s more sadistic than I am." Draco quipped, but the girl couldn’t understand whether it was a joke or not.

"It was a joke, but the wolves are real, so be careful still." Draco said as she followed behind him until they arrived at her room.

"You’ll be joining us for dinner, my wife would love to be acquainted with you. Everyone has been waiting for your arrival." Draco said but before she could say another word, he disappeared from her sight like the shadows, leaving her to ponder on why everyone was waiting for her arrival.

On the other hand, she thought Ares’s father was quite weird and at the same time, somewhat nice?

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