Chapter 2
"We head south." He growls to his most trusted group of advisors. People who have proven time and time again that they were loyal and willing to follow him to the end of time. And when they stop believing in him, they must die. That's the price you pay for disobeying him. You are either with him or against him.
"Of course, my liege." They mumble as a group. They slowly leave the stately tent one by one. The only ones left are him and his brothers.
"Don't say it." He grumbles as he helps himself to fruit from a fresh display. He pops a grape in his mouth as he faces the two of them.
His brothers look at each other before facing him once more.
"Say what, Edward?" Emmett asks. A bear of a man with arms like tree trunks. Emmett could swing a sword in each hand for an entire battle and still have the energy to tumble with twenty whores that night.
Edward shook his head as he continued his snack.
"Brother," Jasper started, "we are with you." Slapping his hand supportively onto Edwards shoulder, he stood resolute. He trusts his eldest brother wholeheartedly.
Jasper was the calm one. The one with the reassurance and the belief in Edward, no matter what. "We trust you and we trust your knowledge." Jasper said looking directly into Edwards eyes. A knowing look passed between them. His brothers had good reason to trust him. For he had never lead them wrong.
After all, he is the one who has the dreams.
Since he was a young boy, Edward would be woken from his sleep by vivid dreams. Played off as night terrors and given a sleep tincture after each occurrence, his mother and father started to notice that the instances and events he was describing began to come true. Down to the direction of the wind, the colour of the sky and the intake of breath. He was always right.
So he was asked to help with matters of state, current affairs and strategic planning. And he always succeeded.
But only a few people knew.
His father didn't want his subjects to think he needed fortune tellers and cheap tricks to fight his battles and run his empire. Even though that is exactly what he did.
Edward rose through the ranks of the army until he was their leading man. He could tell, once he awoke in the camp each morning, what the outcome would be and plan accordingly.
He was the perfect weapon. And one the emperor took full advantage of.
About a month ago, Edward awoke from a powerful dream. He was drenched in sweat and found himself surrounded by both his parents, his brothers and the King's own physician. Confused, Edward got angry and refused all help until his mother explained. She told him he had been asleep for three days and had not stopped thrashing or crying. Embarrassed and even more confused, Edward demanded answers.
He was asked to describe in full what exactly he saw in his dream. And so Edward explained. A shear cliff. Devilish waves swirling and pounding the rock. A dark, freezing cave. A stone alter. A faint steady banging. A whispering voice saying…something too faint to hear.
And so began their journey to find this cliff. The location that seemed to draw in Edward like a flower seducing a bee. Because Edwards knew where to go.
No one had ever travelled that far south before and if he showed any weakness in his leadership, his men might question his authority and his sanity.
But Edward was feared. You didn't cross him. He was the undefeated, unshakable Prince from hell. No one questioned his authority but many questioned his sanity.
Edward heaved a sigh and slumped his shouldered for a fraction of a second before standing up tall and rigid as he dismissed his brothers for the night and went searching for that blonde from his bath.