Appalling whimpers echoed throughout the enormous bedchamber. Broken, sorrowful, crippling, dishonoured sobs traced the brutal marble floor and limestone walls. However, that was not enough to trigger or perturb his heart. Now, it was a question whether he had a heart even, in the first place. Not that he bothered what mere people had their opinions about him to begin with. For him, he was a righteous person, who thought about his people, and always knew, that what he was doing for them was precise and word-perfect. It was him. It had always been, just him.

No matter what.

The red wine shone under the moonlight, like freshly acquired blood. A moan of pleasure left from his vicious lips, as the bitter-sweet liquor slithered down his venomous throat.

"Ah," the satisfaction in form of words left his mouth, "What a beautiful night? Do you not agree?"

"You are a bastard," the woman had lost all her ability to curse at the shameless figure in front of her. More whimpers left from her bleeding lips, as she struggled to not break down in front of the monster.

"Well, cannot argue with that," he moved his repulsive gaze to the shivering and whimpering woman tied to iron chains in the corner of the room. He said, "My mother, in fact was a trivial servant, while my father was of royal blood. Perhaps that is why, I never received the respect I deserved from him or any other member in our palace, in a manner my elder brother, the so-called pure blood did. Do you know what I did?"

The woman could sense the cruelty beneath his calm tone.

"I killed. All of them," the psychotic laugh was enough to send shivers down her spine, "It was fun. And then, I established my own kingdom from the ashes of my slaughtered father's reign. Look where I am now,

I became the most powerful Dragonesian King to have ever walked on the face of the Earth. I became, Jocasta Heirora."

"High Lord," Jocasta Heirora's most trusted minister was present in the room at the moment and had come to hand over a few documents to the King, "If you do not mind, may I have the permission of asking you a question?"

With a nod from the King, the Dragonesian Minister proceeded with his question, "I understand that you are worried about Leon, as he is your son after all. But I can't seem to understand why you should be worked up and apprehensive about Alana Thornheart, a simple human girl—"

"Neither do I care about Leon nor Eluscan," the King began with a tsk, "One is pitiful with that paralyzed body of his, and the other is feeble with his weird obsession for plants. The two are good for nothing and are not suited as my heir.

Well for Alana, my concern towards her solely is because she is my future. She is my power. And all that shall be proved very soon."

The minister bowed as he took his leave from the bedchamber.

The Dragonesian King clicked his tongue in annoyance at the abrupt knocking on the door. After granting approval for entrance, he grew elated, seeing the Dragonesian Guard he was most expecting.

"Did he scream?"

The elated grin took no long to transform into a sour and agitated expression when the Guard shook his head.

"Unfortunately no, High Lord," he informed, with his gaze on the floor.

"That was not supposed to happen," the King grew frustrated, while his eyes grazed over the tied woman's body, "Did you obey my exact orders?"

"Yes, High Lord," the Guard continued, "Just as you had ordered us, his arms and feet have tore apart from his body. So has been removed his ability to alter into his dragon form."

"Hmm," Jocasta hummed deeply, "Interesting. He has greater endurance capability than I had thought he possessed. Anyhow, inform him, if he does not scream, then I will not hesitate to feed upon his wife and children, in front of him."

The smug smile reappeared on his face when he watched the woman sucking in a deep breath at the order.

"Also," the King continued, "What use would be of his eyes if he is unable to utilize those organs? Pluck it out and take this bitch to witness it. She is not very good in bed, it appears. My bad, her alluring body made me think she was.

I had a theory that probably females, especially Dragonesian females, simply needed to open their legs wide and submit to their master. However, this swine seemed inexperienced when it came to sexual intercourse. I wonder how that useless guard was able to make her pregnant thrice. I did not even come once."

The Dragonesian woman could not believe her ears at such obnoxious and vulgar ideology of the Dragonesian King. He was the face of Dragonesia. He was expected to look after his people, whether they were humans or Dragonesians. Not destroy them. That was nothing but barbarous and abominable.

"What if they are not this whore's children?" The King laughed out loud at his own humorous joke, while the woman stayed still in complete disbelief.

"Take her away. I am done with her anyway." With that being said, another guard entered the room on the signal of the present guard and the two untied the woman. And then, began dragging her across the room, with the chain still around her neck, like a savage animal.

Jocasta motioned the two guards to stop dragging the woman, when her maniac fits of giggles reached his ears.

With tears narrating tales of broken past and present, with no possible future, and a laugh that of a berserk lunatic, the woman forcefully freed her arms from the two guards.

The glare she threw with bloodshot eyes only made Jocasta chuckle sarcastically under his breath as he watched what the woman had to do or say.

"You took away my husband. Fair enough. I am not concerned about someone who sold his wife and children off to a beast," tightening her breath, the Dragonesian woman continued, her eyes not leaving Jocasta's for an instance, "But you did take away my children. And I am not afraid to say that I am concerned about them. Just how, I am not afraid to say that I care about my self-respect and dignity, which has been forcefully painted with humiliation by you.

We are not weak. We were never weak. It has always been you who uses physical strength to bring the physically weaker, beneath you.

You are nothing but a coward. And one day, this cowardice of yours, will bring you, your destruction. You will beg for death to take you away, but will not receive it. Mark my words, Jocasta."

Before the Dragonesian King could react or say anything in reply, the woman grabbed the katana from the hand of one of the Dragonesian Guards, holding her hostage, and within the blink of an eye, slit her own throat.

As pure yellow blood dripped down her throat and she collapsed on the floor, laughing ferociously, her eyes met with Jocasta's unfazed ones.

One last sentence was said by the woman before she embraced death with open arms.

"Karma is a bitch; a terrifying bitch."