The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 340: Prediction Of The Darkling Prince And The Phoenix

Chapter 340: Prediction Of The Darkling Prince And The Phoenix

"Next time be more specific on your predictions." Draco warned with his lips twisted in displeasure.

"I apologize my lord, for confusing the both of you." Zoya apologized with a deep bow.

"It’s alright, Zoya, is it?" Rama chipped in with a smile, a profound disparity to the grimace glued on Draco’s face.

He had really seemed to be excited about the baby, it broke her heart to see his delighted mood fall in a second, but on the bright side, it was the news of their future together and the little prince they would bring into the world, it made her excited about their future too.

"Yes, Your Highness." Zoya bowed respectfully.

"You said something about our child being the darkling prince, is that right?" Rama queried with a gleam of curiosity in her eyes.

"Yes, it’s an inevitable name he shall go by the moment he’s born because of his lineage." Zoya explained.

"Hm, I’m not quite sure if I like that nickname or I hate it, Darkling Prince. It reeks of fear in my opinion." Rama muttered thoughtfully.

"Fear and power. The name is perfect." Draco remarked with a twisted grin playing on his lips.

"Would he be labeled as the darkling prince out of fear? Would everyone fear him?" Rama asked hesitantly.

"It’s inevitable, he’ll be feared and greatly respected by everyone, after all people fear what is stronger than them because they cannot control it." Zoya replied.

"Are you afraid he’ll be treated like me? He only needs his parents to love him, not others." He assured her with a charming smile.

"Yes, you’re right or perhaps we could ditch the kingdom and go live a simple life." Rama said to him while forgetting about the presence of Zoya as they chuckled, until Zoya disrupted it with a nervous cough.

Rama returned her gaze to Zoya with a surprised look in her eyes as she gasped "Oh! It was supposed to be a joke, we can’t leave any way or the kingdom will be in danger."

"Anyways, you also mentioned something in your prediction that piqued my interest." Rama noted.

"The Phoenix." Draco immediately interjected before she could speak.

"Yes, the Phoenix. You said something about the darkling prince and the Phoenix’s fate being entangled. We know who the darkling prince is, but who’s the Phoenix?" Rama queried, curiosity and eagerness swirling into her emerald glinting eyes.

Zoya sighed "You shouldn’t worry about that which hasn’t been created yet. At this moment, they’re only but fleeting imaginations of our minds yet to be created in the physical world."

"Enough with the mysterious speech, answer us. Is it a threat or not? Why do their fates entangle and who or what is this Phoenix?" Draco demanded.

"She’s not even born yet, how can you feel threatened by a girl that doesn’t even exist?" Zoya remarked sarcastically, but when she saw the serious look on his face she pressed her lips in a straight line.

"It’s a she? She’s a girl? The Phoenix is a girl?" Rama exclaimed in confusion.

"A girl that hasn’t been birthed yet." Zoya remarked.

"Then who is she to him?" Draco implied with a straight face.

"She’s not a threat to him, she’s his redemption, just like she is to you." Zoya stated.

"They’re mates?" Rama exclaimed.

"Yes, they are, but she’s also his redemption. She’ll be saving him from making a big mistake, but don’t think too much of it." Zoya intoned.

"What big mistake?" Rama asked.

"I have no idea, the prediction is quite hazy since it’s far off from the near future." Zoya said, but she seemed tight lipped to spill whatever it was.

"Who is this girl? Is she a Phoenix bird?" Rama enquired.

"A Phoenix bird." Zoya snorted out a giggle, but seeing Draco’s hard gaze on her, she immediately stifled it.

"Do you, my lord, remember the legend of the heart of the Phoenix?" Zoya asked.

"It’s a myth." Draco spat out in pure doubt.

"It isn’t quite a myth, it isn’t a myth at all. The heart is actually a flaming crystal that retains the powers of the Phoenix, the whereabouts? Unknown." Zoya clarified.

"And what about it? Somehow this unborn child seems to posses it?" Draco asked with a doubtful sneer.

"Fate will make it possible for her to acquire those powers, how? I have no idea. I’m only a diviner." Zoya said with a shrug.

"So apparently, an ordinary or nobleman’s daughter gets to acquire the power of the Phoenix from a myth, how interesting." Draco remarked with perceptible doubt in his tone.

"You doubt my predictions of the future, my Lord?" Zoya asked.

"We shall see, when the future arrives whether your predictions are doubtful or not." Draco uttered menacingly.

"Would you like me to draw out your past for you? It will be perfectly accurate." Zoya suggested.

"Please do, and when you’re done we’ll be holding your funeral as a worthless diviner the next day rather than your appointment as the royal seer." Draco threatened, but his voice was strangely calm as well as his countenance.

Rama wanted to speak and break the tension in the air but she rather just be quiet too. Meanwhile, Zoya became tight-lipped after Draco’s friendly threat, after all she wanted to be appointed the next day, not buried.

"I think we’re done here, love. We should be on our way." Draco said as he held her hand, while she followed beside him, giving Zoya one last glance. The girl seemed to be stricken with fear but she kept on the confident mask but Draco had easily made the mask splinter and break with just a terrifying gaze from him.

Moving through the bustling crowd in the town square, they strolled down to their horse tied to a trunk in the forest.

"What do you think about her? Do you really think she just wants to help and have a powerful name or is there something else?" Rama asked thoughtfully as Draco untied the horse.

"I could smell a lie from a mile away, pupils dilating, pulse quickening, heart pounding. She was telling the truth, but if I get a whiff of doubt from her, her head will no longer be hanging on her shoulders." Draco said with a dark look masking his face.

"If you think she’s telling the truth then there’s no need to get so dark." Rama said with a light chuckle and as it rang in his ears, his face softened.

"When people fear you, they respect you and give their loyalty to you, because they know what happens if you don’t, there’s no other option." Draco said with a calm demeanor before hopping on the horse, while she followed suite as she took his extended hands.

The horse galloped through the forest, taking turns that she was unfamiliar with as he tilted the reins, controlling its direction.

As they galloped through the forest, the sun dipped lower into the horizon that was already bleeding dark hues of orange and red into the sky as sunset appeared, slowly fading away into the darkening sky.

After a short moment of journeying through the woods, they halted at the edge of the mountain where a small cottage lay overhead.

Clambering down from the horse, Rama stood still for a moment as she darted her eyes between the cottage and the beautiful sunset in front of them.

"It’s a lovely sight to watch the sunset and sunrise." Rama noted before moving toward the cottage.

It was obviously unkept since no one had occupied it for a while, but still the beauty of the small cottage was still visible even beneath the layers of dusts and cobwebs that now veiled it.

What had once been a blooming garden of roses was now a garden of shriveled and dead roses.

"It’s sad. Poor things." She muttered as she crouched down to the dead flowers.

"From death comes life, its not sad they died, they died for rebirth." Draco said as he crouched down to the flowers.

She wanted to shove his words away as irrelevant since the roses were already dead, but before she could speak, he extended his open palm atop the shriveled flowers, evoking tendrils of darkness seeping through his fingers as they writhe and danced their way toward the dead flowers.

Before she could comprehend what had ensued, the dead flowers twisted and coiled, their shriveled leaves and buds slowly coming back to life as the petals rejuvenated to its crimson hues, leaving her with wide open in astonishment.

As if that was not enough, swirling dark tendrils manifested out of nowhere, shrouding the cottage and as it faded into thin air, so did the dust and cobwebs. The earlier look of a dusty cottage with a garden of dead roses seemed to be a figment of her imagination as she was now standing before a lovely neat cottage with a garden of blooming roses.

It seemed like they never once left.