CHAPTER ONE: Fall of Grilux
In the Northern part of Gaedrillon woods where the Lake of Sea Serpents can be found, Archer, the famous dragon slayer is up for hunting the three-headed snake. Other than being called dragon slayer, he is also known as the beast hunter who walks at night, killing every bit of beasts interfering with his journey. Being a lone deserter for over a hundred years, he either kills for fun or money but mostly, it's the latter.
"Fuck!" he ferociously cursed when the serpent swung its huge tail, making him lose his balance when he stepped back. The horn-mad snake once again swung its tail but Archer perfectly dodged it by floating in the air and getting ready to attack. The three-headed serpent then growled in anger when Archer attacked from behind and cut one of its heads. Unfortunately, the snake quickly recovered and grew its head back in a split of seconds.
"Bullshit. So you can grow your fucking head back, you little shit!" Wanting to end the fight and get his reward from Lord Alwyn, Archer, with his sword positioned to kill, dived straight into the serpent's heart. He made sure the attack didn't kill the beast by just cutting its heart halfway, making it whimper in pain as its body started to get paralyzed. Tired of the serpent's bleating, Archer inserted his hand inside its wounded chest and squeezed its heart until it burst in his palm.
"Damn, that feels good." Feeling the absolute contentment rushing through his veins, he cut the three heads of the beast and put them inside his sack. He needs them as proof before claiming his coins.
"Fuck. Have you been eating shits? Your blood fucking stinks!" Archer cursed when the serpent's blood spit out on his face.
Archer, without minding his body bathing with the beast's blood bolted towards his horse, Panther, and left the woods with a triumphant smirk pestered on his bloody face.
Meanwhile, in the prosperous Kingdom of Grilux, a peaceful and extravagant party is being held as a celebration of Princess Vivienne Aurelie Eloise's eighteenth birthday. The whole land is in the state of celebrating with the guests from the neighboring kingdoms. Some are dancing, some are laughing and some are presenting their gifts to the princess. Everyone is happy and entertained, at least that's what it seems to be.
"What do you think about having a husband, darling?" Queen Emrys leaned closer to the princess and whispered. The young princess, surprised by her mother's sudden question frowned.
"I don't want to marry. I'm still young, mother," she softly opposed with a low tone.
"Don't rush things, Emrys. Vivienne just turned eighteen for heaven's sake. Let her enjoy her youth before bearing a child," Aldeon, the King of Grilux commented.
The king's statement did calm Vivienne's nerves but it wasn't so long when her heart started pounding again. She's so sure nothing good will happen as King Rory stepped forward and introduced his son. "Your highness, may I present to you my son, Prince George of Geopiterra."
Prince George, with his head held high in confidence proudly stepped forward and bowed before the rulers of Grilux. "Greetings! King Aldeon, Queen Emrys, and to you, my lovely Princess Vivienne Aurelie Eloise!"
"Rise, young prince and state your purpose," King Aldeon told him. The Prince of Geopiterra stood up and composed himself as he stared at the princess who, at the moment shows no interest in him.
"With all due respect, your highness, may I ask the princess' hand for marriage?" he boldly asked and it caught Vivienne's attention.
Princess Vivienne is more than terrified of what her parents might reply to the prince's proposal. She just refused when she was asked about getting married and now, judging from her parents' expression, they might just agree and let her marry Prince George.
"No, I won't marry you. I'm sorry, Prince George," she uttered before any of her parents could even speak. She had to oppose or she will lose her freedom.
"Vivienne!" the queen warned her and gently squeezed her hand underneath the table.
Receiving a rejection from Princess Vivienne, George started to lose his temper because of shame. Luckily, Queen Emrys quickly reacted to lessen the tension. "Well, our daughter acted recklessly because she doesn't know Prince George that much. Hence, I shall let both of them dance and have the chance to know each other. I'm sure Vivienne will change her mind after that."
Vivienne didn't stop herself from groaning as she looked at her mother, telling her to withdraw her words. Instead of listening to her daughter's protest, the queen gave a wide smile at the guests and signed the orchestra to change the music.
"Now, let the dance begin!" she announced, ignoring Vivienne's query.
The forced princess had no other choice but to rise from her throne and walk towards the Prince of Geopiterra. As soon as Vivienne took George's hand, the prince squeezed her palm and she found it offensive and disrespectful on her side. It was then when she thought the Prince of Geopiterra is quite rude and would never fit to be her husband. She dislikes George and his immeasurable ego including the horrendous smirks he would give her when she caught him staring at her.
"Marry me and I will make you the richest princess among the other princesses," George started the conversation as they are dancing. Vivienne, being uncomfortable with how George is tightly wrapping his hands around her waist, looked away.
"Please, stop with the proposal. You're just giving me many reasons not to marry you!" the princess gushed.
George fiercely pulled Vivienne very close to him as he whispered, "I'm going to make you my wife at all cost. Prepare yourself, princess!"
"Have you gone nuts?! Did you stomp your wit?! Can't you see I don't like you, George?!" Vivienne sneered as he pushed George away. She was about to walk out from the dance floor when a disturbing shout from a knight put her into great fear.
"We are under attack!"
