MY MAJESTY, VOLUME 3 - Season 8 Episode 1

The other person who was with Samuel exhaled a frustrated sigh, “That damn Paschar hid the dark angel somewhere so that no angel or demon finds it. We have been doing a hit and try, but all the hits have been nothing but a faux.”

“Don’t worry, Greyson. When the dark angel appears, I will make sure to bring her to you. Paschar cannot hide the dark angel forever,” assured Samuel.

Both the men left the alley, parting ways as if they had no clue about who the other person was. Samuel then walked into the inn, where they sold alcohol that women served.

The following day in one of the villages in Devon, a young maiden stepped out of a humble house to go to the market as her mother needed some of the items that were out of stock in their home. She walked with a poised posture, her chin up and her lips holding a smile. She returned the bows when people greeted her, men taking a second look because of the beauty that she held.

The young maiden finished buying the things for what she had come to the market when a sudden commotion broke near the centre place of the village, where the scaffold stood. A chatter of questions broke around.

“What’s happened?”

“Is it an execution? Did someone commit a crime?” there was a hint of excitement in the voices when the question was asked.

The young girl was curious, and she quickly walked to come and stand near the scaffold to witness men who were guards of the royal castle, and two men were well dressed.

“What is going on?” asked the girl to a woman who was about to leave from there.

“The King has decided to hold the ball of Hallow and he has decided to invite some of the commoners of our village to the celebration,” replied the woman. “It looks like a luck of cards where your name might be there or might not be there in the list. Sadly mine isn’t there,” and the woman left.

“Only some?” whispered the girl, and she heard the guards calling one name after another. Some people were there to receive the invitation, while the others who weren’t there, the guards would go to the respective houses to deliver it.

“Mr. and Mrs. Finely, Mr. and Mrs. Radley, Mrs. Thompskin…” the guard called the name before he said, “Mr. and Mrs. Harris-”

The girl’s green eyes widened, and she quickly went near the edge of the scaffold, “Mr. and Mrs. Harris’s daughter, Elizabeth Harris is here,” she informed before bowing her head to the two men.

When the invitation card was handed down to her, she looked at it with excitement, hearing the guard say something about bringing this card along when they were visiting the castle. Excited, she quickly left the place to show her mother and sister what she had in her hand.

The two men who weren’t guards stood on the scaffold platform were people from the High House. It was one of the members of the High House who worked for the King.

“How did they even come to pick names of the family on who has to be invited?” asked one of the men.

“They must have made into paper chits before picking the names,” proposed the other. “I guess the remaining folks would be invited for next year’s ball. I heard the Hallow this time is going to be more grand than last year.”

“It might be,” replied the first one. “I heard it was Reginald who helped with the invitations.”

“But I didn’t see him pick up the names in his room. I work with him and most of the things he does are secretly. Do you think he works for someone else?” asked one of the second High House members who were of lower position than the higher positioned people of the High House members who took important decisions with Lady Helena.

They continued to distribute the invitation cards until they had none in their hands before moving to the next village to distribute the next set of invitations.

Far away from the village of East Carswell, a town stood that went by the name of Baudeux.

A man travelled in the carriage before stopping it in front of a church. Getting down, he walked inside the old church that was built with rocks and black stones. The multicoloured glasses that had arts depicted let colourful light inside the church as the sunlight passed through it. He wore a long black cloak that covered his neck with a high collar, and the cloak stopped right above his black shoes. His thin silver hair had been tied in a ponytail.

He walked towards the chapel before stopping and offering his prayers. When he heard a person’s footsteps, his eyes opened, and he turned to see a person who wore priest’s clothes that were white.

“How are things at the High House?” asked the priest, who took a seat at the front bench.

“The same as usual,” answered the silver-haired man. “Do you want to take part in it? I am sure Helena wouldn’t mind having another lending hand.”

Hearing this, the priest smiled, “I think I am fine with working in the church. It suits me much better. Did you send out the invitations?”

“I did. Though I can only believe that there was something that you wanted to do or you were too bored that you said you would pick the names for the invitation of Hallow,” replied the silver-haired man, looking at the priest or his brother as he called him. “What are you upto, Gabriel?”

Gabriel smiled, “Let’s assume that I was bored,” he paused for a moment and then asked, “Are you still looking for her, Paschar?”
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Paschar stared at Gabriel before asking him, “Did Michael or Uriel ask you to check on it?”

“No, I was only curious,” replied Gabriel.

Paschar didn’t stay in the church for long, and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared from there, leaving Gabriel alone, who sat on the bench. The man got up, walking towards the front and picked up a fresh candle before he lit it, a faint smile upon his lips.

“It will be an interesting Hallow,” he murmured to himself. “…to see if you can save each other.”
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