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Chapter - XXXXIII The part of pain

A big shawl draped over his shoulder, facing gaunt and eyes weak, Eyir, looked at his little brother with concern and worry written all over his face. A cough escaped from his lips making Axel rush to his side.

"Guards!! Tarah!!" Axel yelled as he looked at his brother. "I-i m f-fine" Eyir said weakly as he covered his mouth.

Tarah, Eyir's maid and the guards came rushing to Axel's side. "Kneel!" He ordered as he kneeled.

"What the heck were you guys doing when Brother Eyir was walking out? Why was nobody by his side?" He asked furiously as Eyir waved dismissively.

"Don't scold them. It was me. I sent Tarah out to get us dessert as I wanted to spend some time with you"

Axel's eyes softened as he held his hand. "You could have let me know. I would have come there"

"No. It's suffocating in there" Eyir answered.

Axel pinched his forehead as he signalled the guards and maid to stand. "Get us some dessert and you" he turned towards the guards.

"Guard him at all times" he gritted his teeth as he gave his order. The guards nodded their heads and went out to guard the door.

Axel was the playful, easy-going, free-spirited of the three children. He was up to some mischief some or the other time. Eyir on the other hand was a calm and composed brother. Eyir had the same golden eyes of his but was full of light, unlike Axel who was filled with vengeance. Both were equally handsome but Axel gave off a scary and powerful aura while Eyir's was simple and comforting.

Eyir picked up the cup as he sipped his tea. His dark hair fell over his eyes which he didn't and never pushes off. Since there lies a scar of the war which happened 80 years ago. Eyir tried his best to act alright to make his brother give up on the avenging but Axel knew otherwise.

Axel could see how Eyir's hand shivered even though he tried his hardest to not and how his figure slouched with tiredness which he tried to not show.

Eyir turned his page in his book as Axel sighed for the seventh time. Eyir smiled as he closed his book. "What do you want to do?" Eyir asked which made Axel's entire face brighten.

"Let's play soccer. I saw some humans playing it and it's nice" Axel clasped his hands together.

"What are my little cuties doing?" Axel's and Eyir's mother asked sweetly. She was about 5'9 with beautiful teal hair and golden eyes. Her smile dazzling, and she picked up both of her seven-year-old sons.

"How come my babies are playing and I m not involved?" The King of Clesr walked in which a black shirt and black pants with black hair. His grey eyes looked at his wife lovingly as he leaned into her and kissed his wife.

"Ew, father" Eyir said as he covered his eyes while Axel simply giggled.  Zahri walked in and Axel's father looked at his daughter. "My beloved daughter. No one wants me" he said as he faked cried, hugging her.

Thirty-two-year-old Zahri, laughed at her father's dramatics. He pouted at them.

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"Raise your sword and strike" His father commanded as Eyir did as he was instructed. Axel lied on the tree branch watching them.

"Very good" his father praised Eyir as Eyir bowed. The king turned towards the maids who had refreshments and asked "where is the other one?"