Hiya guys again!

I still cannot decide whether to write in old English or modern English.

P.S: Help.

BTW: Options for cast is open.

The Stygian king's POV:

Beautiful. That's the only word to describe Alexia ….and…it's princess.

You did grow beautifully, Avila. But again, you were beautiful from the start. You hadn't changed a bit, Avila, same stubborn, strong and wise.

But that will never lessen the hatred I have for you. You are the most cruel and deceitful of all your family.

When I'll punish your family, you will get the harshest of all, not even death, you will beg for death.

I'll raze your kingdom of which you are so proud of! There's no pity for the people of this particular kingdom.

Meeting? Nonsense. I came here only to give reassurance to my plan.

Darkness, that's what I like because it's my identity and it, also gives me strength and power and I love it because I am a son of Hades. Yes, you heard me right; I am a half-blood, a son of Hades.

I knew it from the beginning that love is for the stupids and idiots. I did a mistake once, but now I learned and am stronger and am surer that love is foolish.

I clutched my sword tighter. It is made purely of stygian iron which is purely black.

That's when I decided that is should take a walk in the garden.

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And that's when I saw her, with someone, arguing? Yeah, maybe, definitely arguing because I am pretty sure that's her work most of the time. Well, as long as I have known her.

But who is he? He seems to get too close to her. But why would I care? What am I feeling right now?

She waved her hand in front of him and rolled her eyes. He sighed, said something and turned and left.

Now she was alone. She sat on one of the stone benches, looking up at the stars, tears reflecting in her eyes.

Suddenly, I remembered that day, when I promised her:

That day she came late. I was waiting for her as usual near the lake.

When she came, she was all sad. She wasn't talking and seemed lost.

"What happened? You alright?" I put my hand on her shoulder.

"No it's just, just my step-mother." She said, fighting back her tears, "She's again torturing Ryan and me".

I smiled a dry smile, "Everything will get better." My mother used to tell me this when I was little.

I wrapped my hands around her, her head resting on my shoulder.

"Why is life so cruel?" as far as I know, her mother passed away when she was 2 years old and then she was raised by a cruel step-mother. I can understand it.

"Few more years, just few more years, and then I promise I will never let you be sad." I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead.

"I am waiting these years to end." She sighed.

"Everything will go off in a blink." She laughed a little. We both knew that it wasn't true.

-PRESENT-

I don't know why but I wanted to chop-off that man's head.

Of course you will want to chop-off his head.

No, none of this is Hera's or Aphrodite's work, Shreya.

This is mine work ;)

Sorry for short chappie `:\

-Bhavya:)