CHAPTER 9. SISTER
Cedric walked silently down the Library corridors. They were empty at night, and he looked around, the books in his bag tending to fall out. In the other hand, he held his cane. It was strictly forbidden to take books from the library, but who needed rules when the fate of the whole world was at stake.
He walked out into the main hallway; the Exarchy's seat was empty for some reason. The path was open, but Cedric moved the other way. He walked around the Exarchy table and approached a big notch in the wall. There used to be a door.
A torch illuminated the downward slope, the steps leading far underground.
"I'm sure the creature came from here." There were noticeable dents and claw marks on the walls.
"Are you lost?" A voice from behind made him stir. It was the new Exarchy Cindy.
"Me? No, no, I just..."
"Just trying to find out Library secrets?" Cindy said calmly.
Cedric hurried towards the exit. "Good night."
"That girl that was with you that night was my sister, Prince Cedric." Exarchy took a place at her desk.
He did not answer, only hurried towards the exit.
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Seraphina brushed her hair, staring mesmerized in the candlelight. Elowen's tent was more cramped than Cedric's, but she felt safe here.
"What am I even thinking? Safe from who? From my own son?" She covered face with her hands, holding back tears. "Why did I do this? How could I? I pleasured my own son."
She hadn't forgotten Cedric's words. When he was about to release his seed, he said, "I'll do it for my Mum."
She pulled her dress down, running a finger over a tiny wound close to the nipple, the mark of his lustful touch. The wound hadn't quite healed yet.
Seraphina smiled, remembering how small he'd been after birth, and how he'd touched her breast to get to the milk. She was so happy.
And now he's a grown man with desires and needs.
"Mum?" Cedric stepped cautiously inside.
Seraphina covered her boobs and wiped her damp eyes. "Yes, sweetheart? Did you want something?"
"Can I come inside? I didn't see you in the library today."
"Sorry, I just needed some time alone," she said, brushing her hair.
"Are you planning to sleep with Elowen again tonight?" He sat down beside her on the bed. "Do you want to talk about what happened between us?"
"I don't... No, actually. I guess we should talk. "She set the comb aside and turned in her chair to face him.
"Let me guess," he sighed. "You changed your mind about getting married?"
Seraphina took his hand. "I just can't understand why this is necessary. How does our marriage stop the Eclipse? Did you think about it? I know you want to be a hero, dear, and play the husband role. And I'm so proud of you for that. But, you know, I'm your Mother. I'm not supposed to be your wife. And your father..."
"You love Dad too much," Cedric interrupted her.
"No, I mean... But, well, yes. I won't follow the prophecy unless I really have to. I mean, you wouldn't want to marry your Mum and be my husband either, right? Why am I even trying to persuade you here, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah, right. You're my Mum. It's awful to be married to own mother." He stood up and his hand slipped from her hold. "When are you going back to my tent though?"
"I'm okay here for now. Elowen needs me now. She's lonely and... Are you sure you're not mad at me for my refusal, dear?"
He hid his hands behind the back, clenching his fist. "Of course not,
Mum
. I love you more than anything and I respect your decision. Good night." He hurried out of the tent.
"I love you... too." She said but he was already out. "Well, that was kind of awkward. Did I say something wrong?"
Cedric punched grass. She was still too loyal to Dad and too in love with him. This is another problem that stands in a way of their potential relationship.
"I can't just erase 20 and more years of their marriage life together. Maybe it's just time to accept that it's over. She's his wife, not mine. She's my Mum."
He was about to enter his tent when he noticed Elowen sitting nearby. His sister with a cute giggle was silently playing with a caterpillar on her fingers. Elowen playing with a caterpillar?
That was weird.
But despite her seeming cheerfulness, her eyes were watery and there was a fresh cut under her left eyelid.
Maybe I should go over and ask her what's wrong? Yeah, right. She'd call me a mama's boy again and just run away. Like she always does. I don't care.
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Cedric sat with his back to the tent's entrance, leafing through stolen books by candlelight. He spread some books in front of him so that if anyone entered the tent, they would only see the prince's back.
The other half of the stack he hid under the bed.
He flipped through 'Spirits and Kings.' Seraphina cried when she discovered that one of the pages had been torn out. Now, he wanted to cry too.
She chose his father over him and meanwhile, he had no idea what the spirits wanted.
Cedric started reading about one of his ancestors, Anthragon, 8
th
descendant, a great lover of women. Cedric's heart hammered harder.
"I would trade all the girls in the world just for my mother."
His heart beat frantically now as he recalled her gentle touch in the forest, and Mum's big lush bosom.
Damn, she's so good. It still feels unreal
.
Until a couple of months ago, he hadn't even thought about the fact that his mother was also a woman, and a very stunning one. He was disgusted when he looked at her ass the day before they escaped the castle.
And now Seraphina occupied all his thoughts.
He angrily slammed another book shut, tossing it aside.
"None of this matters if the world ends. What did the spirit mean when it said about deals with mother and sister? There is no prophecy about my sister. There is nothing! I am not smart enough for your riddles! Why didn't it just say where to look for answers on how to stop the Eclipse!"
Flipping through another large tome he suddenly stopped on a page. It was a page with the Eclipsian Dynasty family tree.
The tree started straight from the great Arik and ended with Cedric and his sister. The ink on his name still seemed fresh, not dried out.
His attention was drawn back to the dark stains on some of the names. They were perhaps even fresher than the ink with his and Elowen's name. They made it impossible to make out one of his ancestors.
The 18 descendants were separated by dark lines--four black lines that divided them into groups of six each.