back in Saudi-Arabia
"It's good to see you, my friend." The king greets the chief of police. "Same goes for me, your Majesty, how are you?" "I will live." The king snorts. "And the prince?" "Wel,l seeing that he personally oversees the execution of his only sibling, I'm going to say, not good." The king sighs heavily.
"I can't imagine what he must be feeling right now. I mean, why did Dmitri have to allow his greed to take him this far? Why couldn't he have come to his senses earlier and stop all this nonsense?" The chief sighs.
"It doesn't make sense to me either, he claims that I treated Mathayus differently, but I had to, Mathayus is the crown prince and the future king of this nation. There's no way I could've treated both of them the same."
"That's true, so is the prince still in isolation?" "Yeah, he seems so broken when I visit him the other day, his two personal guards are keeping a close eye on him though, they have made it their duty to taste everything he's about to eat before he even touches it."
"Excellent idea, we're still not certain that we have caught all of Dmitri's accomplices." The chief states. "I'm aware, hence the reason for assigning a few of your trusted guards to monitor the cameras constantly for anything suspicious."
"Okay, and that covers that. What about this young lady you mentioned to me a few days ago? Have you gotten any more information on her?" The chief asks.
"Well, three days ago, they couldn't find a trace of her; she seemed to have disappeared from where she was living, but just before you enter this room, I got a report that they have located her brother, so now it's only a matter of time before we find her." The king says.
"Does the prince know that you're investigating her?" "No, he already has enough on his plate to handle, he doesn't need to be involve in this, besides they ended on a very bad note, so now he needs closure from her which is what I'm trying to provide for him so that he can move on with his life, so this matter should stay between us, okay?"
"Completely understand." The chief nods, then asks. "Um, you said that you're trying to give him closure with this information that you're gathering, but how exactly do you plan on doing that?" "I haven't decided that yet." "Okay, but when you do come to a decision, call me if you need any help." "Will do my friend, you can count on that." The king laughs.
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Mathayus groans in frustration, gets up, and begins pacing back and forth as he gives up trying to meditate. He used to be able to meditate for hours at a time, but that was before things went sour between him and Liah. Now meditating seems like a lost dream to him.
At present, he couldn't meditate or even sleep without her face popping into his mind, and not just her face; at times, it's like he could still hear her voice whispering and moaning in his ears. In his dreams, he could feel her breath on his skin, feel her soft fingers massaging his shaft.
There was hardly a night that he didn't have an erotic dream about her, sometimes more than one for the night, and he would be lying if he said they weren't slowly driving him insane with sexual need,
but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to be sexual with another woman. He groans again as his shaft twitches with need. He knew that it was his duty to get married and produce an heir, but he had absolutely no idea how he was supposed to accomplish all that when he couldn't seem to get Liah out of his mind.
Why hasn't he been able to eradicate this woman from his system? She walked away from him and went back to her ex for Christ's sake. That should've been enough information for him to know that whatever was going on between them was over; it's been over for months now, she was probably already married and expecting her first child.
The thought of her being intimate with David sends pain surging through his heart. He beat his chest as he continued to pace while taking deep breaths.
Why the hell did it seem like he was grieving losing her a lot more than he was grieving the loss of his family? Groaning again, he ran his fingers through his hair that was now past his shoulder and down his back.
"Your Highness?" Keshan calls from behind him. "Yes," he says without turning around. "Permission to speak freely, your Highness?" "Speak," Mathayus says, his back still to Keshan.
"Liah may be millions of miles away, but she's still torturing you." "I'm aware of that." Mathayus hisses through clenched teeth as he flexes his muscles.
"Permission to try and sweat her from your system, your Highness." "Countless guards have been trying to do that since I arrived home; their efforts were all futile."
"Well, I have a different kind of sweating in mind, the kind that requires your complete focus."
Thank you for reading
words of encouragement
But God will not impart to men divine
light while they are content to
remain in darkness.
Riddle from the last Ch: How do you fix a short circuit?
Ans: Make it longer.
Okay, that's one way of looking at it, while we're trying to figure out just how to do that, let's try this one,
what do you call a bad ice skater?