Morons and Monarchs

Chapter Six: Bayou🕴

𝕴 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑, 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘, 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌.

The girl we saw earlier opens up her door, and I watch as she crashes into Delta at the same time as I scrape the edge of my dagger with a rock, the ear-splitting screech echoing off the walls of this small claustrophobic area.

Ea's head whips towards where I am hiding, and I know he can see me, but he makes no move to come closer. My friends are used to it, me hiding in the darkness while they have top-secret conversations. They suspect nothing, a good friend would never use their own words against them, only I am not a good friend. Not even close to one, I must admit.

Delta's voice cuts through my thoughts like a blade cutting through flesh. I scowl.

"Great first impression," He tries to reassure the new heir. But then, in a very Delta way of conversation, he has to ruin everything. There is a reason his nickname is Mr. Jerk-face. Although he doesn't try to be a jerk, he always comes across as one, or a gigantic flirt, but we try not to inform him of that, he is prideful as it is. "Is that a new flirting technique?" I almost want to smack him upside the head, he is that annoying.

He can't even talk like a normal Fae being! He has to go be a jerk, although he does not have one evil bone in his body, and he means nothing. Even when his foul taste in words says otherwise. But only people who are close to him understand that he is not trying to be mean.

The heir blushes a deep green, and I almost laugh. "Yes it is, and you should definitely try it on one of the Queens, Eirene just recently told me she would fall in love instantly if a guy did so." She says, and I can tell that she is joking. I lean farther from the wall, getting a closer look at the Heir. Red hot hair, clearly Bwardipuginin from her one horn, her fiery locks showing that she is half-human. The red human blood in her veins showing their hue through her hair. Her eyes are dark green, almost if not darker than her currently flushed skin.

Her dress is ironic, the blue shows mourning. But from the looks of her face, she is definitely not doing anything as such. The red... well, the red is just a different matter altogether. Freyja used to adore the color red, and although we always told her it was a human color, she always said that it is not, it is the color of nature.

We never argued with her after that.

Nobody knows how Freyja died, and the Queens are keeping the secret confidential. Even I, the one person who can slip into any place and hear everything, can not figure out what happened. Everywhere you look, wherever you hide, wherever you are, the guards are there as well. And since we are Freyja's guard, they think it connects us to her death.

Although we are always huddled together, and one of us would have seen if another had dispersed from our tight circle. And if anything, nobody in the group would disperse. They all know that it takes only one word for me to find them instantly and then drag them back to our headquarters.

I have done it before. It was Azul; he left the squad just to go to the gardens on the second floor, Ea told me to go find him, and I did. He was talking to a lord's daughter, and I had to drag him back to the headquarters. Which ended up being harder than I thought, trying to get up from a pulley-elevator while only one person is actually elevating the stupid thing, and the other is only dead weight on the floor of it. Yeah, it's hard.

"Oh really," Delta asks, his face laughing at the new heir while he talks. "I will go try it," He says, nodding towards the door the girl just closed.

She moves aside so he can open the door, a sly smile marring her lips. I utilize that moment to make myself known. As I step out of the shadows, I sheathe my dagger in the holster laying limply at my side. My cloak drifts behind me as I make my way towards Ea and Delta.