17

  “If those two whores I have for daughters want to leave, so be it. Each of those broads take after their mothers anyhow. Disgusting,” Lord Hyvin spat from his chair.

  The following day, Edindale was silent. The rioters no longer filled the streets, as royal guards marched heavily through the streets, patrolling and violently taking down any protester who dared to speak against the King.

  In the capital fortress, a shout came from the throne room. Amy and Luna both sat before their father, who was fondling a servant's breast in his hand while sipping from his wine glass. The servant grimaced from his grope, but did not try to break free. The sisters kept their heads down and their mouths shut as their father poured the red wine directly on the servant.

  “Look at the mess you made! Clean it up, filthy woman! I command you,” Hyvin laughed at the panicked servant who was quickly trying to grab a cloth to mop up the King’s wine.

  Amy and Luna remained stiff. Both of their eyes averted from facing their father in any way possible. “Each one of you…cunts. Asking permission to leave… must you even ask? Go and never return! You women make me sick. I cannot even condone the fact you are of my seed. The only child that I have worth mentioning is your brother. Each of you whores are filthy.”

  Amy’s eyes watered in utter heartbreak. She sniffled, attempting to maintain her composure, but faltered as water flowed down her bright cheeks like a river.

  Luna turned her head to Amy’s sniffling and acknowledged the pain in her younger sister. She clenched her hands tightly. Her fingernails engraved the shallow skin of her palms, as she chewed on her bottom lip. “Fuck it…” she muttered with an angered grin, meeting her father's eyes. “Fuck it. I am sick of this shit.”

  Amy’s eyes widened, examining her sister. She uttered out, “Luna?”

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  Luna kept her gaze on her father. “No, Amy. We are done with this…”

  “I am sick and tired of hearing the word ‘whore’ from your lard ass. You disrespect everybody, especially the women, in your court. Our duty is to protect our nation, but you, Father, have lost your way. And Amy and I will be leaving your court. Find another Archduke. Make Damian the King for fuck’s sake. Give him everything, because we are done. We have grown tired of your insults. My sister and I are old enough to live our own lives and not suffer through your wallowing scape.”

  Right then, the already silent room went dormant. No one spoke out against Luna’s pent-up anger. Amy’s mouth dropped to the floor, staring at her sister, who crossed her arms in defiance. Lord Hyvin, for the first time, became one without words. The servants trembled and stared directly at Luna, who impatiently awaited a response from the King.

  Omar rested his back by the door, with a slight smirk in appreciation for the bravery of Luna. “Hmph. Definitely a royal.”

  Lord Hyvin kept his gaze on Luna. His lip twitched from the adrenaline racing inside of him. His eyebrows frowned as he grinned his teeth. “You dare speak of me as if I am a peasant, whore?!” he exclaimed. “Be sure when you walk out of here, you leave everything of yours that you didn’t buy for yourself, whore. And you, whore…” He turned and pointed to Amy. “No Phizer cries from words. Leave with your sister, because that is more disgusting than the branded images of your mother that sits on each of your whore faces.”

  Luna wrapped her arm around Amy’s shoulder. “Done. Goodbye, Seed Lord .” Luna tossed her middle finger up at Lord Hyvin before walking out with Amy. The sisters passed Omar at the doors, nodding their heads. Omar nodded back, dismantling from the wall and slowly following behind them. He headed to their corridors to assist them with their packing. His head turned back to look back at Lord Hyvin in disappointment.

  Omar licked his chapped lips and crossed his arms. Stopping in the hallway, he shouted to Hyvin, “Here I thought Kings and royals were put in power to make change. All you are is a weak man, clinging for power. One day, when that power is stripped from you, I can't wait to see how you fair.” Omar dropped a sarcastic bow to Lord Hyvin. “My whore .” He then left through the doors and caught up with the two sisters.

  Lord Hyvin watched as his daughters left with the great champion. He chugged his wine cup in disgust. He rested his hands on top of his head let out a deep sigh. He stared at a servant and held his drink out for a refill.