Chapter 68 - Her Heart Of Gold

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"Please enjoy the rest of your day, I'm sorry I won't be here long".

Her movement was fast as she walked away, Cedric's eyes remained on her as she exited the room, he could tell she was both hurt, and angry for a mere Dark Knight? Who failed in his duty to protect her? She didn't make sense!

"What you said was out of order, Dalton, she was merely worried about the Dark Knight," Lawrence said with evidence of anger in his tone.

"Why else would she care about a Dark Knight?" he said with a shrug.

"Dalton!" Cedric's voice was coercive and dark, it sent shivers down his spine as he turned to him.

"C-Cedric"

Other's seemed uptight by his change of glamor, the aura he gave carried power, Dalton instantly became regretful, he knew what happened the last time, he held onto his hand in memory of it.

Cedric rose to his feet, the room in hard silence.

"You should know your place, Dalton", his dark green eyes on Dalton, there was a strong urge to rip his throat out, but that would give off too many than he wanted to handle, but next he wasn't sure he would let him go free.

"F-Forgive me, Cedric... I spoke out of turn... it was but a joke"

He could tell Dalton was shaking where he was, Dalton has always been like this since he had known him, a disdainful man, always eager for his pride more than anything else, but he should better than to say such words to his wife, if it wasn't for the long time friend he had with him, he would have done something unspeakable to him, he really was growing soft! If it wasn't for this rebirth.

Without any more words, he walks away.

"Lord Cedric are you leaving so soon?" he could hear Lady Camille's voice behind, but he cared nothing more than going to her now.

The doors slammed shut behind him, his eyes caught Sylvia as she paced down the hall, his footsteps hurried after her, taking her arm gently and whirling her to face him, his heart sank when he saw tears.

"Why are you crying?" he demands, he surely hoped it wasn't because of that Dark Knight, the thought of it made his insides turn. She forced her hand away from his hold, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Y-You would kill a man who protected your wife" she began in a hurtful tone. So it was about that Dark Knight. What was so special about him?

"Syl-", he began to say her name but she cut him off.

"You didn't make it in time Cedric... if it wasn't for him I would have been long dead before you found me", her words, her tone he could feel it, she was hurt by the fact he was going to be executed, she knew nothing about him, and yet she still took this to heart.

He was about to speak but she didn't let him, she didn't give him a chance.

"Surely you must think I fancy him because of what Lord Dalton said, you think of me as such a woman?"

"Fuck no!" he barked, there was no way he think of her as such, Sylvia was a decent woman, and kind way too kind, that it made him wonder.

"Then what!"

His jaw tightened. "Your affections towards him...", her worry and her compassion towards this Dark Knight made him jealous, others may not have noticed but he knew that the name Mint she called him belonged to the Dark Knight. Him! Magnus! Bringer of destruction for more than a thousand years only to be succumbed by something called jealousy? What was becoming of him?

She scoffed at his words, he could sense it, she knew he was being Jealous right now.

"He saved my life, Cedric, I owe him just as much, I may not know anything about him nor have I seen his face but I KNOW how to value a life, do you?"

He didn't speak, her words, her tone made his heart melt, she was compassionate about a man who saved her life, about a man she knew nothing about, her heart of gold made him weak in his knees, he was awestruck within.

"I thought as much", He could see it in her tortilla brown orbs, he gave exactly the vibe that would cause her to hate him, his sweet Sylvia would hate him.

She whirled, striding away, he could still hear her sobs, he wanted to go to her and lock her in an embrace but he knew he couldn't right now, she was so hurt and angry at him right now... what has he DONE!

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Cedric descends the stairs in a dark basement used for, a path his father built years ago to punish intruders or misbehaved Knights, he hasn't stepped in here none used it before, not until now.

"My Lord, he's in here," A guard said, escorting him to a cell. One hand in his pocket as he stood in front of the cell that held the Dark Knight, stripped of his armor only on black clothing, which was a black shirt and pants.

Cedric's unreadable eyes were on him.

"Greet your Lord!" the guard barked.

Fully recognizing his presence, he went on his knees, bowing, his forehead against the ground, even though the cell was dark and lit up by a single torch he could still see the young man's back length white hair, not of an age but of natural hair color, he was born with.

"My Lord I'm ready to face death, I failed to protect the Lady of this house, I'm of deepest regret", his voice was in pain not just by regret but mostly from the pain within his body that he sustained from the Nightshades, although he was a Dark Knight and heals faster than normal humans, wounds from the Nightshades are quite deadly if not treated, Cedric could smell blood rolling off him.

"Leave us!"

With a bow the guard left.

"I'm glad you're aware of that... Mint"

At the name he raised his head, revealing his mocha brown eyes, a mark was slashing one of his eyes that served as a memory of a battle he must have faced. His eyes grew to widen.

"Forgive me, My Lord! Believe me, when I say I did not accept that name, please My Lord believe me"