DEVOTION - THE WEEPING MONK [PART 2 COMING IN AUGUST 2023]

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

"There is a reason for everything. I'm not able to give you the answers. I'm sorry. My parents were in danger, they tried to keep us safe, I had to leave her behind. Everybody else." He told her, causing her to groan in frustration. she tear up, she couldn't find her words when he said that.

"Let go of me," she argued. He leaned back slowly trying to give her space. He looked at her once more with pleading eyes. "Do you love her?" She asked. He shook his head. "No! I don't." She bit her lip, unsure what to say. She began to walk away unable to say anymore.

He looked at her slowly, she began to walk away with tears in her eyes. "Cause you and me are endgame, Pym." He whispered to himself, he watched as she left in the silent hall.

He now felt frustrated.

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He was now in his room, he sat there without a shirt. He went into the bathtub, sat there without any clothes on. He thought about the journey he just had. He was frustrated. He blinked twice, the room was silent.

"You don't sound good." He immediately looked to the side to see Helena come forward from a dark corner. "How long have you been here?" He asked, curiously. She smirked. "Long enough to see those biceps." She mischievously spoke, she tried to get closer to him. He sighed.

"Don't get into the bath with me." He stated. Helena laughed. "Why not? Come on? You know you want me." she leaned to his ear seductively. He gulps, showing no emotion. Helena quickly let go of her robes, she went into the bathtub across from him, revealing everything underneath.

"See? No harm done." She spoke trying to get closer to him. Boro sighed. "You didn't have to get into the bathtub with me. There is no room." She smiled and continued to press kisses on his neck, she giggled in amusement.

"You're so sniffy. What's wrong?" Boro sighed once more. He might as well say it. "I hate the Red Spear coming back to my life. Pym is mad at me. Worst of all, I haven't found Gwen." He didn't know what to say, he felt her coming forward, she sat on his lap literally they both were bare in the bathtub. "I think you should leave it. Pym is just a girl, a little girl. The Red Spear it seems like she starting to like Arthur." He raised his eyebrow, "Arthur?" She nodded, she pressed a kiss on his neck, causing him to groan either used or unamused.

"Yes. Boro. You remember, Gwen has always been no ordinary woman." He looked at her confused. "How would you know?" That's when she leaned to his lips, they started to share a kiss. They began to hungrily kiss each other in different places, till he pulled away. Somehow he felt someone eyes on them the whole time.

"You're not here alone." He spoke, loud enough. She began to move closer to him.

"You really don't remember me?" She suddenly took out a knife behind him, pointed it out his neck. He gulped now noticing that he was being trapped. "You're so stupid, Boro." Helena held him trapped. "If you move, my love. They will come out of every corner and kill you into pieces." He stayed put looking at her with anger. She set up with him.

"What do you do for me?" He looked at her. She held her breath. "Revenge. You killed my father." She stated. He leaned back unsure. "What? Never! Who was your father?" She leaned back. "Remember the little girl you and Guinevere will never hang around. You'll leave me behind because I was so small and I didn't do any better. Helga and Bjorn daughter." Boro couldn't understand. Then it hit him. The girl who used to bother him because she liked him. He looked at her wide-eyed not seeing the same little girl, he used hide away from. She is woman now, tall, woman.

"Helga daugther?" He asked. She pursed her lips, digging the knife deeper into his throat. "Don't ever say that. Your mother killed him. My father. My mother hated your mother. Your innocent mother, Marie. My father left us for your mother. He gave up everything just for her because he loved her so much, she didn't give him the time of the day." Boro looked at her, seeing tears falling down her eyes, he couldn't understand. He remembers Bjorn. A nice red-headed man who used to come over a lot to help his parents. He even protected him and Gwen from Cumber wrath.

"You don't get it. Cumber loved your mother. Even my own father. She chose to marry Wallace. The man. My father got killed because of your mother." She began to cut slowly within his neck.

"Stop, please. Helena, I'm sorry. Listen to me. I didn't know. I didn't know." She stopped. "It's okay." He looked at her. "You must pay the price." She spoke, he stopped her. "He shouldn't have helped my mother, he didn't need to." She laughed at his response. "He thought he did. He died thinking Gwen was his. Your whore mother, made me think it was his. That's why she deserves to die." He looked at her with disgust in his eyes. It couldn't be true. His mother would never do that. Helena leaned forward kissing him on the lips once more, surprising him.

"I found out the truth. The little child that everybody fears so much for. The child is Eydis child." Boro couldn't comprehend. "No, it can't be." She smiled, she threw herself on him slowly and they began to move. He couldn't do it anymore. He didn't feel satisfied when he was with her. "Get off me!" He pulled her away getting up from the bathtub. Slowly, people started to emerge from the corners. He looked around confused. How did all these people come to his room?

He looked horrified. He stood there exposed and she was, as well. "See, I told you not to get up." She leaned closer. "There is a reason why your mother made you select the name for Gwen. You named her Guinevere after the woman you loved, I assume. You ought to have known. Your whoring ways would haunt you back." She leaned closer to him standing right before him. "Gwen is your daughter.'' When she saw those words his whole world came slamming down. It can't be. He recalls Eydis, she was the first girl, he ever came to care for. He was only thirteen when he met her, she was thirteen as well. His mother and her father utilized to set them up, he even promised her, he'll marry her one day. He does remember her, he recalls having a intimate moment with her when they were both thirteen, she was a extraordinary woman in his life. Until he met Guinevere.

''It can't be. Gwen is my sister.'' he contended. Can his mother truly have lied to him all this time? It couldn't be. He adored his sister with all his heart. It couldn't be. Gwen is only sixteen years old. It's incomprehensible, this was a mystery well covered up. "There is a reason why she was covering up all those years, your mother. There is a reason why your father went along with. They needed to protect you, Boro. They cherished you so much that they didn't need to free you or Gwen. '' She got closer to him. "Cumber found out wanted to slaughter you and take the infant for his girl." She at that point murmured. "Let me help you. I'll give you a simpler death." She at that point took the knife, she held it then rapidly slamming it into his stomach, causing him to cry in torment. He was in torment, blood splattered all around him on the floor. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "I'll make sure to give your good graces to, Gwen." She then leaned for another kiss, this time. He fell onto his knees, aching in pain.

"Goodnight, Boro."