Opposite the great red throne, Venessa stood with fire in her eyes, her voice sharp as a blade.
Opposite her, Loretta raised her chin, pride unshaken, ready to let words strike before swords could.
This is Image of Loretta ready to let her words strike.
Venessa said, "Oh! Lauretta, how come you are within the shackles of disdain, permitting immorality within thy brains?"
"My brains art the device that thou use to create anastomosis within the sentinel of darkness," replied Lauretta.
For too long a time, the drama lasted.
Within a twinkle of an eye, Venessa vanished like lightning ⚡. On a horse she rode, and in secret, she was followed.
This is Image of Vanessa on her way to zebutta. Here, she is ready to put her plans into action
Behold, it happens again and again, as it was predicted—of the impediments of the dead. Created, crafted, and born to be.
Coalitions from the kingdom of Zebutta, leading with horses of detriment and arrows of demolition, rose against the kingdom of Libba where Lauretta rules.
This is Image of Zebuttan army falling into Lauretta trap
Lauretta, hearing that which was from the kingdom of Zebutta, sent no soldiers—but farmers and traps for behold, she was all prepared.
At the Tripod City, the enemies fell, and many more fled. Lauretta, fishing the enemies within, ordered the men in black be vanquished with the blazing sword of Ibuquam—a sword forged with titanium, made from eternal heats.
Venessa, hearing of the defeat, feared that her end had come. Filled with disdain, she dressed as a maid, covered with the garments of fear, among high-ranked members of the kingdom of Zebutta.
Still at watch, the secret spies didn't recognize her, and they lost trail of her.
Soon, she devised her new plan.
She, in a horse carriage, moved through the normal trade route from Zebutta to Zafansha, near the Sea of Gagali, and in Zubuntu she laid her head to rest—for a flash, in a while.
Awakened by a man—"Maid, why art thou on the floor when thy master is gone? Thou art from Zebutta?" he asked.
"Yes! I am," she answered. Fearing she was an escapee, the man tied her up. And with the help of his men, she was transported to the king of maids.
All other maids who had, in one way or another, escaped faced judgment, but the king of maids noticed no slave mark on her hand.
Confused he was. "Where art thy slave mark?" he clamoured.
Forced by the torture, she blurted out—her identity was revealed, and she was kept hostage.
Soon, like wildfire, the news spread.
Venessa, laid on a wooden platform tied to a pulley, was raised up high.
This is Image of Venessa captured by Zebuttan army
"A hostage!" everyone in the city mocked her.
"A betrayal to our kingdom! Created traps 🪤 for our soldiers! Trying to delegate a kingdom useless!"
Behold, Lauretta heard of this. She looked at her parent pictures and wept.
Love ...
Memories of her sister played in her mind.
Immediately, She raised arrow-men.
In black she dressed, and among the arrow-men she resided. Secretly, they moved to Zebutta.
Hmmm! Her skills were out of this world.
Changing tides and time, she fought with the guardians of the Zebuttan kingdom.
Signalling to her men, they carried on to the city, silently screening every soldier and guardian.
She freed her sister and fled from the land of zebutta.
In her room, maids and servants greeted her, and many people focused on her. The city knew of her negative attitude, but never spoke of it in public.
Waking up to see her sister, Venessa cried and couldn't focus, but pleaded for her forgiveness.
This is the image of Lauretta and Venessa in a sympathetic mood.😉 What a happy reunion.
Lauretta spoke, "When you left, I was with you. When you created the plans, I was watching you. Why do this for the throne? You exist because of Mum and Dad's promise. You exist because I love you.
I love you, Venessa."
Venessa screamed so loud, "Why is it really hard for me to see it?" Venessa vowed not to involve herself in devilish acts again—and they lived happily ever after.
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Hostage of the Throne is a short fictional story written by Ariyo Joseph Ayobamidele, also known as Aristotle01.
All names and characters are products of my imagination and the freedom of creative writing.
All images were generated using Seaart AI.
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