Ancient secrets told

The Garnet castle

It wasn't even a day before soldiers came to untie him from the pole. "Don't make this hard, get in the cart and don't make a sound" the soldier ordered. Now was not the time to fight back so Eron only nodded and obeyed. Strawberry immediately following, "don't try to fight him, I can't get him to stay even if I wanted to" Eron explained and the soldiers just shrugged and they began to head further north, to north east. The road was quiet as they travelled, nothing but far fields and distance farm land. But Eron kept feeling something and noticed something, (These borders that are everywhere are far too organised to be normal... and what is this... this feeling that's near them?) Eron frowned and looked around.

There was nothing to interacte anything unusual other then the borders being unnaturally organised. It wasn't too long until Eron began to see large farming fields and eventually the roads and buildings that makes a city. (It's actually beautiful here, neat but cozy. Calm and the only signs of the war is the extra gards everywhere) Eron thought then felt a pain of pity as he remembered that one of the last plans that Devon has is to invade the city and cause another macicer. His pity turned to guilt once he saw a family in the markets, their faces so clam, innocent and pure. For the first time in years he wondered what his life would be like if his mother didn't die for baring him. His father was a drunk and not the best man but he has heared he wasn't always like that and now he wonders, like he wondered before, would he be in this situation if his mother survived? Would he be like that happy family? Would he have his own happy family? If he wasn't forced into the army would he be a normal human?

Eron shook his head and moved his gaze to Strawberry, (if things were different I wouldn't have the best horse in the world, I wouldn't have met the best generals and mentor, Holm. I wouldn't have met that hot beast, Devon) he reminded himself and found a smile as he thought of the elf. Eron has had an attraction to him but now he gets to see they guy he's fallen in love with rescue him. Or at least organise a rescue. He found his thoughts fall on him, he's hot, he's good in bed and Eron has only felt this once before. Eron shook himself back to reality as the large castle came to view, it wasn't as grand as Devon's castle nor as battle ready King Aron's castle but it was big. The cart parked in the courtyard, "wait and don't even think of moving an inch" the driver warned him and he went into the castle and Wyn waited with him. "Ignore Cyran, he's just defensive" Wyn comforted.

"Your city is beautiful" Eron blurdrd out a complement.
"Thanks, he all take pride in it, I guess you didn't see that at night when you was sneaking in" Wyn glared as to say "I will never forget that".
"Yeah... that's... no gard feelings?" Eron spoke slowly, the awkward tone as clear as day. (Well I'm gonna die) he thought.
"Depends on if you'll help us or not, I get it Deven is scary I wouldn't want to betray a tyrant but he can protect you" Wyn promised. (Excuse me? Tyrant? I follow him because my king who has earned my trust is allys with him) Eron frowned and gave him a glare.
"I'm not scared of him" Eron challenged and sat up straight.
"Sure, you'll see that this is a safe space soon enough bud" Wyn tried to hold back smile but failed. "Sorry just... you remind me of me, you see I was once Deven's general, I was scared of him but King Vulmur saved me" he explained.

"Keep mewing" Eron snapped and turned away from him.
"Your loyalty is impressive, but eventually you'll see him for who he is" Wyn shrugged and looked at the main gate of the castle. (Devon's not a tyrant! He can be hot headed but he's not a tyrant) Eron snapped in his head and he felt this new kind of anger that he hasn't seen inside himself before. "Wyn" called the driver, "the king would like to see him, he's in his throne room".
"Thank you, Cyran" Wyn thanked and grabbed the rope around his hands and lead him to the castle. (Oh this reminds me of something) Eron knew he didn't blush but he was close. (Fuck I hope I don't get imprisoned too much) he thought and followed Wyn up the hall to a nice throne room.

Eron is used to King Aron's throne room where it's decorated with blades and shields that found themselves worthy of the Kings approval. Then Deven's throne room, so grand and decorated with gold and marble and most of the fancy and rare jewls. But this throne room was simple and comfortable, it sets a feel of trust and calmness to Eron as he walks in. King Vulmur was cute, Eron had to admit. He looked young for a 30 year old and his eyes were welcome but still had an anger to them. (Wow are elves just sexy?) Eron thought but kept a straight face. King Vulmur had light brown hair with heavy curles, his ears were smaller then most elves but they were strongly shaped and Eron found himself feeling attracted to him. "So this is Devon's whore? Tell me your name soldier" King Vulmur spoke and his voice held authority and a trust worthy tone in it. His glare was of calm and rage at the same time, making Eron feel as if he could trust him and rely on him. But he was the enemy.