Morons and Monarchs

Chapter 11: Viviendel 💅

𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖓.

The black-haired and purple-veined Tomaiarsitkiz boy gone forever, never to be seen within my conscious. Unless he can get his friend to do him a favor, but then again, every Fae born on Imbolc Island is warned multiple times to never make a deal with a shadow. Whether it is a Seer or an Aisling, or any of the other minor types. They are all dangerous, even if they live only half the span of humans.

But then again, we were warned never to even make friends with such volatile creatures. And guess who did that? The black-haired and purple veined Tomairsitkiz boy- Thanatos.

I groan and roll over to my side, trying to focus on who the heck poked me in the back just a moment ago.

It was Ea.

"What?" I ask angrily.

"We are going for a run." He replies, and his voice sounds almost... joyous? For a run? Okay, now it is official, this guy has a mental issue.

"No, we are not," I mumble into my pillow.

He laughs. "Then I will tell everybody you are trying to hide a library book under the covers."

Crap! I completely forgot that an Encantados was sent to be my guard, technically four Encantados's. Like one isn't enough.

"No, I am not," I insist. I definitely did not go to the Queen's private library while my guard was sleeping. Not at all, I am just an innocent Bwardapuginin girl. I did nothing.

He raises an eyebrow, amused. "C'mon." He gestures to the door. "Get ready and be downstairs in..." He checks an imaginary watch. "Ten minutes."

I stay in bed long after he leaves the room. Not today, Abigor! I am not even an heir! So, technically, I don't have to do anything.

Then my mind registers that I am actually unsupervised for once and that this could be my time to get out of this place and take my father with me at the same time. Then we could go hideaway with the Elves on Odio Island. Although we technically would not be hated, we could still manage.

I quickly get out of bed... and immediately wish I didn't. The air is cold, my skin is cold, everything is just cold. But my bed is warm. And I would rather stay warm. But no, I have to get ready and leave within the next 9 minutes, find my father, and leave this place before Ea finds out. And remember not to fall due to vines. That might be the hardest part.

I pad to my closet- which I found last night while donning a nightgown. I was given a hidden one, with a little button to push before a hole appears in the wall and clothes upon clothes appear.

I pick simple pants and a tunic, easy enough. I find a leather belt from yesterday and cinch it around my waist.

I pull my hair up with a lone pink ribbon found on the vanity on the right side of the room, matching my lush pink tunic. Not that I am really worried about that at the moment. I fish the dagger I kept hidden in the folds of my dress (which is two layers) and sheathed them at my side in a holster I found at the bottom of the closet.

Morons, the lot of those Encantados's.

"What are you doing?' A voice asks from the shadows. I pivot, hand flying to the hilt of my dagger on instinct. "Calm down, Viviendel." The voice skitters along my bones and I feel the hairs on my neck rise. Bayou seems to note that little detail as well when he walks out of the shadows. Swagger in his step and an arrogant smile marring his lips.

I roll my eyes.

Encantados's,

Annoying lot they are, but also useful as guards. Though... Bwardipuginin's make the best guards. Although according to this guard, Tomairsitkiz's make the best guards, which is odd; usually one would appoint their own clan as the best in the world-wide debate.

"When did you get here?" I ask, shifting on my feet to make my weight balanced. Just like I learned as a youngling.

"Right when you twisted your hair up in that very uninteresting manner," He was talking about a ponytail.

"Well," I start towards the door, opting to push him out of the room. "You may leave now. Same as my hair, things in here are very uninteresting."

He does not make a move to get out of the room, but he crosses his arms. His cloak drifting out behind him as he also balances his own weight into a fighting position.

"Ea sent me," Is all he says, and honestly, there is no more context needed. "10 minutes prior to your last visit with him was about 5 minutes ago,"

So... I am six minutes past the time I wanted to be done and out of here. I don't let my anger show, instead; I shift my face into cool indifference.

"I suggest we leave now before Ea gets antsy," He turns towards the door. Such a gentleman. Before I can close the door on his face though, he adds, "And before you come down, you might want to get that holster off." He winks and exits the room.

Only then do I feel the absence of weight from my left thigh. He stole my dagger!