His Caged Princess

e capital of Odairo, two men wer

early twenties shouted as he ran thr

Declan's cold, hu

oured eyes, with blond or brown hair and skin pleasantly tanned under the summer sun. Declan was the opposite of the warmth of the people of Ehlesaar. His pale skin

rong. However, behind those dark grey eyes, he held secrets, pain, and nightm

e had bided his time, keeping his pain inside him for years. No matter how s

h dreams and whims and focusing on revenge. To learn the truth and to bring justice to his house. Declan had risen through

what his dreams contained, and with time, he learned to keep silent, waking in a cold sweat. Even now, those night

blond, spoke up, bringing Declan out of his dark

ow off his status. Gloves covered his hands, despite the warm weather, and a black cloak

black, chin-length hair. The city was getting ever clo

ing, shall we contin

sest confidant. They were sent to the palace by the general of the western

general Elian trusts us more

a clan that was once said to be as powerful as the royals. A clan sacrificed for the betterment of the kingdom. Aren pulled himself out of his dark thoug

e pretty little things?" Aren asked sugge

st gorgeous women in the land. Not that he cared, nor was he interested. He would never feel

curtly as he raised his hand. A ball of lightning crackled around it,

et it," he said.

alked ahead, leaving his

rray of things from general daily household needs to trinkets and ornaments that one would buy a woman they wished to pamper to toys and puppets to please th

rances and the fresh breeze. Despite it being the capital, it was clear Ehlesaar was still nature's haven. Trees

to play with other kids they were passing in the busy streets or simply to annoy their parents. Middle-aged women stopped amid their shopping to gossip about the lat

n who walked by. Both cast him a look, giggling as t

o his dark, brooding companion. Declan did not reply, ignorin

t came his way. It was a shame that a clan that was once so famous had been forgotten so quickly. D

body that passed him. Declan stopped suddenly, and Aren slammed into his horse's rear, making the horse neigh and kick the offending man, causin

etting to his feet and looking at the man

o. If you were not staring at every woman that walked past like a lecher, you would have seen that

sed his white mane and followed his master with the same arrogance. Aren frowned. "Like

ripe mango which he refused. Aren shrugged and tossed one to the horse, despite being kicked by him only mo

e bridge. The guards at the first gate asked them their business, only to notice Aren of House Silver Mountain's cre

moon with three claw marks tearing through the moon, was embroidered on his left s

ilver Mountain, I welcome you on behalf of His Ro

earn... was this a joke to the man? He clenched his free hand that was not resting on the hilt

father should have inherited that title, and then his brother. It was not his to tak

to see you. You owe me answers, and

g him, inch by inch. His hands crackled with electricity, but h