8 Lady Rowena (2/2)

Alexander took out the painting from his coat's pocket and opened it wide in front of him.

”Who is she?” he asked.

Julius looked like his face had drained all blood. Cold sweat slid past his ears.

”Who is she, Julius?” Alexander asked nonchalantly.

”Your mother,” Julius spoke in a low voice, enough for both to hear.

Alexander gasped slightly. His heart felt heavy listening to the two words, his face clouded with strange expressions. After all this time, after centuries he saw his mother. A portrait of hers. He tried to speak, but no voice came out of his voice box. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.

Being the most powerful King of the entire four provinces, yet now he was helpless. He yearned to see his mother, knowing that she's dead. The Victorious King yearned like a lost kid searching for his mother all around helplessly. The only difference was Alexander yearned for his dead mother.

His eyes reflected a ray of an intense feeling of longing for something..... his mother.

Opening his eyes,

”You knew about her?” Alex spoke calmly, his eyes fixed at his mother's portrait.

”Ye-Yes my Lord,” Julius shuttered. His head bowed and eyes stared at the ground.

”Tell me more about her,” Alexander ordered.

Chills ran down his spine, Julius's forehead was covered with droplets of sweat.

”Speak.” Alexander spoke. His voice was as cold as ice.

Julius raised his head and looked into the Lord's eyes helplessly.

”Lady Rowena was a white witch warrior. Lord Randolph and Lady Rowena loved each other. Being a pure-blood witch, she held extraordinary superpowers.”, he subconsciously answered, his eyes stared at the portrait.

”She led the white witch army which comprised of female white witches. Known for her excellent leadership qualities, she trained the whole army. One of the strongest armies in the continent, no one dared to attack the Province of Ostbarrow. She was feared by many.” he spoke, his eyes determined.

”King Randolph fell in love with her at first sight.”, he added.

No wonder why his father fell in love with such a confident yet beautiful lady, Alexander thought.

”The Witch King, Lord Gerard Rudhale had once invited Lord Randolph for a visit to his province as a guest. Lord Randolph accepted his invitation. All the necessary arrangements were made for the visit. We left the kingdom for Ostbarrow. It took us three days to reach the Ostbarrow palace. Everything was taken care of by Lord Gerard himself. He was delighted to see his close friend near him. After so many years, they had their small reunion.” Julius smiled bitterly as he spoke.

”Once having a morning walk with Lord Gerard in the vast garden of the palace, Lord Randolph noticed a beautiful lady standing near the garden lake.” he remembered.

”That was the time where it all started my Lord”, Julius bowed and spoke to Alexander.

”Then?” asked Alexander.

”The rest is history my Lord.” Julius looked into the eyes of the Lord and smiled bitterly.