Interstellar Ross

Chapter 14 Remembrance

Elven Realms

Winter

'It pays to have few hundred years of life more on your opponent.' I caught Bryn's coin from my seat at the Elven King's round table.

'That I cannot help.' Bryn batted her eyes flirtatiously my way with glitter on her long lashes across the table. She looked stunning in a gold embroidered green dress with a corset-the only article of clothing that could make her breasts appear to exist-not that I minded how much she had to flaunt. It was her way with sharp objects that turned me on.

'I wonder, just how old are you?' I had long ago noted how forward the King was, being a man who had never heard of the world, no.

'A woman never tells.' I shuffled my cards with a coy smile.

The King huffed a little before sharing looks around the table at his most trusted advisors and friendly Dukes and respective Ladies and Duchesses. 'Why don't you take your mask off?' He referred to the thin lace cloth I had tied around half of my face.

It was my turn to huff, watching cards fall and coins be given as Elves continued to play on our table. 'I would rather you take yours off.' I sent a hooded look his way.

'I don't follow.' His tone grew severe, cards pausing midway across the table.

'Your crown.' I answered in a tone equally as cold and one only a creature of fellow royal blood could conjure.

The grim line of his mouth broke into a grin, opening to release a cackle of laughter. His advisors followed suit around the table.

'You think I didn't know who you were the moment you walked through those doors?' He turned to me.

'I was counting on it.' In one swift motion I tossed a knife his way, the blade hitting his gold crown from his head to send it skidding across the stone floor.

Bryn was already out of her seat, snatching the crown and racing between the many tables that occupied the room.

'Kill them!' The King bellowed as I sought to provide a distraction for my beloved.

I produced two axes that had been strapped to either side of my corset under my cloak to defend myself against the King's knights, ditching my cloak as I did so. I sent the Queen a wink before relieving the closest knight of his dominant hand as he tried to slay me with his sword. I swung my axes nimbly, the pair forged from a light, but sharp metal I had procured from the Elven King's very own museum.

Knights swarmed around the table and the King's shouts to go after Bryn instead were lost in the clanging of metal against metal and cries of blades against vulnerable flesh.

After a good ten minutes of slowly killing the King's puppies I sent a wave of violet magic forth from my hands, clotting the very blood in their veins to silence all my attackers. I left the King and Queen quivering among the blood and gore.

'It's not my age that matters, nor what I choose to cover myself with.' I jumped down from the King's table, my heeled boots slapping against the slick floor. 'It's what you choose to forget about me.' I started to back away, my eyes not leaving the King's. 'What's my name?' I shouted so abruptly that everyone in the room jolted from fear. 'I said what's my name?' I lowered my tone, eye flashing purple.

'I-Interstellar Ross.' He stuttered like the invalid he truly was.

I nodded as I holstered my new axes either side of me, traipsing my way out of the castle to meet Bryn by two newly acclaimed steeds and a sack of jewels and expensive artefacts.