The sun had barely broken through the night sky when Louis woke up. Nadia had already set his attire out for the day.
He had to leave for the fields. There were some herbs that did not grow in the Palace gardens and Louis needed those for making a blood replenishing potion. He planned to bring back some seeds and saplings of what could not be grown in the gardens, he would care for them in his own rooms, providing the adequate conditions.
Nadia was travelling with him, insisting that now would be a good time to meet the other crows. It would have taken him an hour or two at most to travel to the fields and back, he could spend another hour to make acquaintances.
There were two other crows currently in the capital. When Nadia had told that the numbers had dwindled, Louis hadn't suspected to such extreme.
He met Niall first, a humble man who owned one of the fields Louis was visiting. Niall possessed the ability to cultivate the rarest of plants, but he did indulge in mediocre harvest as well, ensuring that the Capital never had food shortage, doing his part to keep the nation strong. Louis admired him instantly.
He parted with an armful of gifts from the man, herbs he hadn't even thought would be seen anywhere in the Capital were provided easily by the other Sorcerer.
Nadia took him to the army camp after that, the other crow was a general, having a swift agility in his moves and a strength rivalling it. As tough as he seemed on the outside, Zayn was just as kind at heart, entirely too pleased to meet Louis, and sincere in his apologies.
They arrived back at the Palace before the sun illuminated the whole sky, a purple-pink painting hanging overhead.
They secured all their purachase and gifts by the window in his room, and set about planting and caring of each.
He started brewing the new potions before he went to take a bath, it would be best if he had them ready before the Queen woke up. The withdrawal would set in by the evening, he prayed that her lungs were strong enough to not vomit blood.
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The Sovereign and The Sorcerer (Larry Stylinson - L.S.)
Hayran KurguThe silhouette of the person barely gave away his features. He could make out a tall frame, strength packing around his body like an armour. The scent hit him next, a thoroughbred alpha, Louis bared his teeth in warning. He would bite if this man tr...
