Chapter 4: Delilah Burial

In a carriage, heading to the eastern covens.

Royal guards with swords, ready to unsheath it Incase they smell danger in order to protect their master.

After all, they owe their lives to him.

They walk quietly as their master was asleep.

They dared not disrupt his sleep.

All of them are well aware of the fact that their master always experience sleepless nights.

So when he wants to rest they allow him.

Except only one person though.

"I Know you are not sleeping. But you have to wake up, your highness, it's time, you need to be present to send her off." Derrick, Ares' right hand man urged, as he nudges Ares on the shoulder.

"I am awake! I am. Damn it! You know I hate journeying on carriages. It makes me sick"

Ares complains, as he wipes his face off.

" You shouldn't be asleep your highness, your mother just died, you should at least feel remorseful or perhaps pretend to be. You know how the people are. When they notices anything about you."

Derrick warns again. If there's anyone else who has been with Ares and understands him, it is no other person than Derrick, his childhood friend, and right hand man .

Derrick has always been with him from the start.

Countless times when both of them fights side by side during war. 

Rumors even have it that, Derrick was Ares mate.

Since he favors him at all times.

Getting to queen Delilah's burial, the carriage comes to an halt.

Then, Derrick grabs Ares' arm and said.

"I Know you won't even show any remorse towards this but. She's your mother. Please, for your love for me just pretend to_".

"You don't teach me what to do" Ares cuts him off.

He then jumps down the carriage. 

"And she's the last person I would ever pretend to. even on her burial." Ares continues pointing his index fingers towards Derrick. He stood in that position for some times before he begins to walk away.

" And, one more thing. I love no one else other than myself. "

He returns and grabs Derrick's sword from his side.

"What? Do I look like I am joking?." Ares pressed on grining at his right hand man.

"When have you ever tried to Without me?." Derrick replied in a monotone.

*Ouch! And that hurt* Greece, Ares' other half (his lycan) said in his head.

"SHUT IT YOU GREECE" he commands as he blocks the link between them.

"I shall lead the way" Ares answered trying to prove dominant. He hates it when he takes the fall when it comes to Derrick.

"Well, your highness you are heading towards the wrong way" Derrick warns smiling.

" Ah! What kind of a royal guard jokes with his master"?. Ares muttered under his breath.

" Me!. I do. One of us has to. So since you don't, I will." Derrick answered nudging him on the shoulder.

" Dimwit". That was Ares response.

At the burial, there are a lot of royal representatives and other queens. 

Including some witches that has been shuned. 

Ares took in the scenery, it was a gathering where kingdoms trys to form alliances. And strengthen their clans.

But after some suitable amount of time, Ares decides it's time to leave the burial. 

It was beginning to wear him out.

After all he has been sitting around here without a purpose.

Because he had managed to stay numb throughout.

He just didn't care to send Delilah off to the after life.

Perhaps she is currently in hell?.

"You're leaving now?" 

"Yes, I am done here. I should leave before queen Amber gets here.

I don't like company, especially her type." 

Ares replied indifferently.

"Ofcourse that witch in wolf form. I am guessing she knows about 

Delilah's death." Derrick replied disgustingly.

"Whoever killed her did a good job." Ares answered with contempt. And Derrick just shooks his head.