You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 547
"Really? So you know I only want to kill you this moment."
The motion, seemingly seductive in a mistaken idea, was met by the unsettling calmness of his violet losing to his bloody red. Making the woman’s step flinch at the palpable threat. Taking the step back as the man before her commenced to represent in what appeared a controlled demeanour the deathly fangs of an unmerciful Fenrir, looking intensely into her sickening depths as the words could not be retorted at such natural show of his veracious contempt.
"What? Did your ideas convince you of something else? Ha... How lost and delusional you must be... just like those sl*ts." — In what was a search for some common reasoning the responses only reassured his beliefs of how distasteful a person the woman was. Losing any more patience to remain polite and where he stood once he saw the intention to seduce him in her walk; telling clearly what was wiser for the girl to do. Unbothered to hide the truth of his thoughts. — "Use this f*ck*ng good luck you have and get lost from my sight while you’re at it. Do yourself the favour, you bloody waste. It is only because of who this day came to be and who this place is owned by that I don’t rip your disgusting face’s skin alive."
"!? But-"
*Shing...*
"Dare... and try to touch me one more f*cking time... I told you I only want to kill you." — Unsheathing the tribal poniard he had discreetly worn under his coat, Zeleskiaz’s call of death resounded in the building’s ambience for a second. Meeting her eye with the dangerous glow the Empire and its enemies feared.
"... his Highness would never..."
"Ha... How ignorant can you be." — Zeleskiaz laughed, impressed at how easy it was for her to summon her end with nonsense. Recalling how many women he had killed for doing more in a night after serving him than this one proving his patience. — "You should learn to stay shut and not waste this luck... You’ve been wanting to touch me, haven’t you? To tell you the truth, those that have only had one end, be it by my hand or the Emperor’s."
"And yet... you hesitate to kill me..." — Meeting his eye a glint in her gaze tried to tempt his hand again, adding more to her beliefs... he would quickly shut. — "Doesn’t that mean something is keeping you from doing it...? I know you well, Crown Prince Zeleskiaz... You will not kill me."
"Correct."
"... Haha, I-"
"Yet it is not something but someone. The one and only that is allowed to touch and have my touch, that is."
"..... nonsense. Blind you are."
"She certainly manages her silence way better than you and is way more clever. Bloody hell, it’s a disgrace to even compare."
"..."
"Oh. Now you shut it? Or is it that you are deaf and didn’t manage to hear that? Perhaps... you understood how much I am restraining my hand from stabbing this flimsy neck... only because I cannot trouble my precious lady with a bloody floor when she just received it as a present."
"... you only say this because you don’t know..."
"I know enough. Enough to tell how scabrous you are." — Unbothered to even try to understand the nonsense she spouted, Zeleskiaz said, learning that his energy should not be wasted any longer with one as insane. — "Stay away from me and don’t ever cross my path again. I don’t want your stench to defile me nor have my beloved endure the mess I would make. Go do whatever with some pig that may fit these fancies you have and leave me alone."
"?!... hff... you will regret this, love." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
Stepping out with visible rage, restraining the need to quit sanity, Zeleskiaz paced away ignoring what he heard in a mutter. Feeling the grit of his everything painfully control the deathly impulses... meeting not much later than another person in his path.
The man, one who had been sent after the alarming tremor Zeleskiaz’s aura provoked even if briefly now stood in the middle of a hall he needed to cross so his love could be gazed at and settle down the ongoing wrath. Yet, his irritation only turned into a scoff of disbelief at the tests the gods placed for him to overcome... not stopping his speed as he wanted to face that one who stared as aloof and proper as he was known, annoyingly indifferent to the strength he represented and he dared not to respect.
"You should go help your house’s guest, Noverrne. Teach her some common sense while you’re at it."
"You did not harm her, did you?"
"... Harm her?" — The crown prince repeated, uninterested. Deciding to inform the young duke about his true wishes. — "I wish I had. I would have killed her if not for who I am here for today... As well as I want to do with you."
"Would you care to say why is that? I do not recall disrespecting you... Your Highness,"
"Hah... This feign of ignorance itself is enough of a reason. I’m in no humour to discuss anything with you right now. Your guest drained my patience enough. Don’t stand in my way and control that woman unless you want your house to become a disgrace because of an unsightly visit." — Coming to stand next to him, Zeleskiaz nicely instructed with a coldness that ensured calamity. — "Also. Tell her. There better be no next time... for I will make sure there will be nothing to stop me from extracting every drop of her blood... and if you interfere the same will happen to you."
Only displeasure reigned in his vessels as he walked away without the response of the wise Clemente who quietly allowed the threat to take place. The disgust the woman brought naturally with her presence was the most unnerving and dangerous for Zeleskiaz’s inner wildness to come out, one he had always despised and had come to forget only once love was found. However, even as uncomfort continued to reign within the crown prince, the end of the hallway was reached soon after and his presence caught the attention of all skilful enough to notice it as well as those few who had gained it because of the blood they owned.
