Chapter 46: Alone: Mental Torture
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CHAPTER 46 - Alone: Mental Torture
A few days later Vidor was seated in his study trying to attend to matters of the kingdom that needed his input on but for some reason that evening, nothing seemed to go right.
He had spent the whole day working on the same sets of documents but nothing to show for his progress.
He did not understand it as well. Ever since that day that he and Era spoke, he felt somehow bitter. He did not understand why he would have such feelings considering she meant nothing to him.
"Urgh! Vidor this is getting out of hand for crying out loud. Get her off your mind!" He rose up in anger. His nostrils flaring and his breathing uneven as he rubbed his hand on his hair, taking them back.
He shook his head again and thought that was all he needed to do to get her image of his mind.
Even that day when she came to see him, looking gentle and beautiful, he managed to ignore her.
It wasn't easy for him then but he needed to chase her out and now he was feeling bad about it.
He might have said words he wasn't supposed to say and ended up hurting her but...
"Who cares if she's hurt!" He bellowed. "Nothing good comes from her species. So stop thinking. It may take time but she would be okay. Ignore her and focus on more conquest."
But even saying that was not helping him one bit. His mind was still a mess. It was like her image was mentally torturing him.
With the way his mind was running everywhere, he soon found himself reliving and recurring his nightmare and that was even scarier.
"Why all these problems today? Was it because I did not seek justice for her you are now tormenting me?" He yelled again.
Soon he began to pace from one corner of his study to the next. Even meetings he had were pending because he chooses not to go.
Now all he had were flashes and images being cursed.
This really was not going anywhere.
After pacing for another thirty minutes, Vidor felt all he needed was to ignore the matter and get back to work.
No sooner had he done that, than he fell face forward on the table and fell into a very deep sleep.
In his dream, he began to have one of his numerous nightmares.
His eyes moved in his sleep as his restlessness oozed out into the real world.
The next thing he knew, he was no longer in his study but his throne room and the woman he sees every day, in every dream suddenly appeared before him and the scene from that day as well.
"Fine then. The very species you hate, you would only end up falling deeply in love with one and when the time comes, you would feel miserable by your love for her," the lady proclaimed.
"Silence!" Vidor hollered at her. She was talking nonsense and he knew it.
A wicked smirk appeared on her lips as she chose her next set of words carefully.
"And the moment she decides to return your love and cherish you, your doom will come."
"I said, shut up!" He stood up in anger and marched towards her in great strides, daring her to utter one more word and she did.
"I curse you, Vidor. You would find love and love that same species you hate and that particular species would be your end. Remember, your DOOM!"
SWOOSH!
"I said silence…"
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"Aahhh!"
As he slashed the sword at her in his dream, he woke up, sitting up straight and looking around him to be sure he was not back in that problem.
Beads of sweat decorated his forehead as well as brows and sides of his fave. Not just that his shirt was equally soaked with his sweat.
"Since when did I fear witches? Why is it that now when she returns as my queen, my nightmares are more frequent? Damn it!" He slammed his hand hard on the desk and stood up, stomping his way to the window.
"It has been years since I had these reoccurring nightmares. Now all I want is to just conquer the world and ignore the witches. Or is my queen a witch and somehow she is manipulating these problems?"
He stopped when he got to the window and gazed outside, looking at the lovely sky.
"I doubt. She cannot be a witch, else they wouldn't have surrendered. Perhaps all I need is to caution Caspian and hopefully, that would give her some peace and joy and I can be freed from this trouble. Yes, that is what I would do. Let me send for Caspian."
"Anyone out there?"
"Yes, your majesty."
"Send for Lord Caspian. He should report to the throne room with immediate effect."
"Yes, your majesty."
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CHAPTER 46 - Alone: Mental Torture
A few days later Vidor was seated in his study trying to attend to matters of the kingdom that needed his input on but for some reason that evening, nothing seemed to go right.
He had spent the whole day working on the same sets of documents but nothing to show for his progress.
He did not understand it as well. Ever since that day that he and Era spoke, he felt somehow bitter. He did not understand why he would have such feelings considering she meant nothing to him.
"Urgh! Vidor this is getting out of hand for crying out loud. Get her off your mind!" He rose up in anger. His nostrils flaring and his breathing uneven as he rubbed his hand on his hair, taking them back.
He shook his head again and thought that was all he needed to do to get her image of his mind.
Even that day when she came to see him, looking gentle and beautiful, he managed to ignore her.
It wasn't easy for him then but he needed to chase her out and now he was feeling bad about it.
He might have said words he wasn't supposed to say and ended up hurting her but...
"Who cares if she's hurt!" He bellowed. "Nothing good comes from her species. So stop thinking. It may take time but she would be okay. Ignore her and focus on more conquest."
But even saying that was not helping him one bit. His mind was still a mess. It was like her image was mentally torturing him.
With the way his mind was running everywhere, he soon found himself reliving and recurring his nightmare and that was even scarier.
"Why all these problems today? Was it because I did not seek justice for her you are now tormenting me?" He yelled again.
Soon he began to pace from one corner of his study to the next. Even meetings he had were pending because he chooses not to go.
Now all he had were flashes and images being cursed.
This really was not going anywhere.
After pacing for another thirty minutes, Vidor felt all he needed was to ignore the matter and get back to work.
No sooner had he done that, than he fell face forward on the table and fell into a very deep sleep.
In his dream, he began to have one of his numerous nightmares.
His eyes moved in his sleep as his restlessness oozed out into the real world.
The next thing he knew, he was no longer in his study but his throne room and the woman he sees every day, in every dream suddenly appeared before him and the scene from that day as well.
"Fine then. The very species you hate, you would only end up falling deeply in love with one and when the time comes, you would feel miserable by your love for her," the lady proclaimed.
"Silence!" Vidor hollered at her. She was talking nonsense and he knew it.
A wicked smirk appeared on her lips as she chose her next set of words carefully.
"And the moment she decides to return your love and cherish you, your doom will come."
"I said, shut up!" He stood up in anger and marched towards her in great strides, daring her to utter one more word and she did.
"I curse you, Vidor. You would find love and love that same species you hate and that particular species would be your end. Remember, your DOOM!"
SWOOSH!
"I said silence…"
***
"Aahhh!"
As he slashed the sword at her in his dream, he woke up, sitting up straight and looking around him to be sure he was not back in that problem.
Beads of sweat decorated his forehead as well as brows and sides of his fave. Not just that his shirt was equally soaked with his sweat.
"Since when did I fear witches? Why is it that now when she returns as my queen, my nightmares are more frequent? Damn it!" He slammed his hand hard on the desk and stood up, stomping his way to the window.
"It has been years since I had these reoccurring nightmares. Now all I want is to just conquer the world and ignore the witches. Or is my queen a witch and somehow she is manipulating these problems?"
He stopped when he got to the window and gazed outside, looking at the lovely sky.
"I doubt. She cannot be a witch, else they wouldn't have surrendered. Perhaps all I need is to caution Caspian and hopefully, that would give her some peace and joy and I can be freed from this trouble. Yes, that is what I would do. Let me send for Caspian."
"Anyone out there?"
"Yes, your majesty."
"Send for Lord Caspian. He should report to the throne room with immediate effect."
"Yes, your majesty."
************* CHAPTER 46 - Alone: Mental Torture A few days later Vidor was seated in his study trying to attend to matters of the kingdom that needed his input on but for some reason that evening, nothing seemed to go right. He had spent the whole day working on the same sets of documents but nothing to show for his progress. He did not understand it as well. Ever since that day that he and Era spoke, he felt somehow bitter. He did not understand why he would have such feelings considering she meant nothing to him. "Urgh! Vidor this is getting out of hand for crying out loud. Get her off your mind!" He rose up in anger. His nostrils flaring and his breathing uneven as he rubbed his hand on his hair, taking them back. He shook his head again and thought that was all he needed to do to get her image of his mind. Even that day when she came to see him, looking gentle and beautiful, he managed to ignore her. It wasn't easy for him then but he needed to chase her out and now he was feeling bad about it. He might have said words he wasn't supposed to say and ended up hurting her but... "Who cares if she's hurt!" He bellowed. "Nothing good comes from her species. So stop thinking. It may take time but she would be okay. Ignore her and focus on more conquest." But even saying that was not helping him one bit. His mind was still a mess. It was like her image was mentally torturing him. With the way his mind was running everywhere, he soon found himself reliving and recurring his nightmare and that was even scarier. "Why all these problems today? Was it because I did not seek justice for her you are now tormenting me?" He yelled again. Soon he began to pace from one corner of his study to the next. Even meetings he had were pending because he chooses not to go. Now all he had were flashes and images being cursed. This really was not going anywhere. After pacing for another thirty minutes, Vidor felt all he needed was to ignore the matter and get back to work. No sooner had he done that, than he fell face forward on the table and fell into a very deep sleep. In his dream, he began to have one of his numerous nightmares. His eyes moved in his sleep as his restlessness oozed out into the real world. The next thing he knew, he was no longer in his study but his throne room and the woman he sees every day, in every dream suddenly appeared before him and the scene from that day as well. "Fine then. The very species you hate, you would only end up falling deeply in love with one and when the time comes, you would feel miserable by your love for her," the lady proclaimed. "Silence!" Vidor hollered at her. She was talking nonsense and he knew it. A wicked smirk appeared on her lips as she chose her next set of words carefully. "And the moment she decides to return your love and cherish you, your doom will come." "I said, shut up!" He stood up in anger and marched towards her in great strides, daring her to utter one more word and she did. "I curse you, Vidor. You would find love and love that same species you hate and that particular species would be your end. Remember, your DOOM!" SWOOSH! "I said silence" *** "Aahhh!" As he slashed the sword at her in his dream, he woke up, sitting up straight and looking around him to be sure he was not back in that problem. Beads of sweat decorated his forehead as well as brows and sides of his fave. Not just that his shirt was equally soaked with his sweat. "Since when did I fear witches? Why is it that now when she returns as my queen, my nightmares are more frequent? Damn it!" He slammed his hand hard on the desk and stood up, stomping his way to the window. "It has been years since I had these reoccurring nightmares. Now all I want is to just conquer the world and ignore the witches. Or is my queen a witch and somehow she is manipulating these problems?" He stopped when he got to the window and gazed outside, looking at the lovely sky. "I doubt. She cannot be a witch, else they wouldn't have surrendered. Perhaps all I need is to caution Caspian and hopefully, that would give her some peace and joy and I can be freed from this trouble. Yes, that is what I would do. Let me send for Caspian." "Anyone out there?" "Yes, your majesty." "Send for Lord Caspian. He should report to the throne room with immediate effect." "Yes, your majesty."
