Ancient secrets told

King Vulmur

"I'm sir Eron, son of Werther and Alie" Eron spoke in a sturn voice, trying to match his calm tone.
"I am King Vulmur, are you the whore that my spy has seen with Devon?" King Vulmur asked and the he felt his frown form immediately.
"I'm no whore!" Eron snapped but the king only relaxed his eyes.
"I don't mean to offend you soldier, here's your offer" King Vulmur gave a friendly smile, "tell me all you know now, any information big or small, and I can let you live in my city safe from that tyrant. Refuse and from here on you are my prisoner, this is your only chance" he stared at Eron calmly.
"Do you really think that I'll betray my King and my Kings ally just like that? He is no tyrant that you clain he is" Eron narrowed his eyes and puffed his chest, "I'm no traitor! And I will not bow to you!" He raised his voice, holding honor in it.

"You're an honourable soldier, but you have made your choice you're now my prisoner" King Vulmur had a slight frown but he was able to fight it off, "Wyn, take him to the dungeon" King Vulmur ordered and Wyn bowed and lead him back, down the hall. Eron followed basically hissing at the idea that he would betray his king. (The nerve! Who does he think he is!) Eron frowned and followed Wyn further down the castle. It was in now way grand as in jewls but it was grand in a more honorably way but it didn't make sence to Eron. (What's this about? Everyone knows he has the money to spend on the fancy shit so why don't he?) Eron thought but then they stopped. Wyn unlocked a heavy, stone door and continued to lead him down the stairs. "This is... not scary at all" Eron commented as he followed the enemy genral.

"Don't worry that's just the stairs" Wyn chuckled slightly, turning a corner of the stairs and a room of three large dungeon cells. They were comfy with an actual bed and no chains in sight, Eron felt his jaw drop slightly. "King Vulmur doesn't believe in torture or dehumanising people, he finds it cruel so enjoy" Wyn explained, opening a cell, taking the ropes off his hands and locking the cell door.
"Doesn't he conveniently sound like such an amazing guy all of a sudden?" Eron glared at him with a challenge.
"That's because he is, he doesn't care for power or wealth, that's what got his brother killed. If you don't know, even though you should, his brother the former king Matle, died due to a protest as he taxed his own people to death. When King Vulmur took the throne he vauled to protect his people and innocent. Can't say the same for good old Deven now can we? Our spy found the plans to kill the whole city, do you think King Vulmur would do anything like that?" Wyn ranted as if Eron just triggered something deep within him.

"Look I tried to challenge him about that!" Eron defended himself, "I don't know why King Aron turned a blind eye to it but I tried is that enough for you?" He challenged and glared at the genral.
"Leave him alone Wyn" a voice called a battle scard elf walked into the room.
"Sorry, Ovirel" Wyn turned away and walked out the room.
"Don't worry he has history with Devon and so do I" Ovirel explained. His eyes not looking as friendly as the others he's seen here. Eron glared at him and narrowed his eyes.
"What do you want?" Eron asked watching him walk forward.
"You clearly believe that Devon is a 'good guy' but I can promise you he's a toxic, selfish asshole who will stab your back for power" Ovirel explained. He was older then the other elves he has seen but he also has a glint of youth in his dark eyes.

"What you trying to say?" Eron demanded, feeling defensive about his accusations.
"You're in love with him correct? That spy we have say that you're his whore but I can tell that you're just seduced by hum" Ovirel asked and Eron only nodded adamantly. "Well I can assure you he's not in love with you, he might in the future but he's only toxic and he will run you to the ground for his own amusement. Do what you want now but I can assure you he won't be worth your time" he advised and Eron could feel his anger build up in him.
"No body said anything about love" Eron spat and glared at him with hostility.
"You're immortal correct?" Ovirel ignored him.
"That has nothing to do with this" Eron spoke his anger.
"It does, he wants an immortal weapon to fight for him, to do his dirty work and win the war for him" Ovirel explained.

"You know nothing!" Eron shouted at the elf, accusing Devon of such things.
"I know more then you think" Ovirel amused, "me and him grew up together, he couldn't die, could've get sick or anything. But me, I could get sick and felt myself on the brink of desth multiple times" he pointed at the large scar on his neck that went down further to his chest and covered by his shirt, "he thinks I'm long dead. But I knew who he is at heart and I kept my cover until something like this happens, there's something under the Garnet kingdom. I don't know what but I think you could have felt it yourself, the borders are linked somehow but he wants it" Ovirel wouldn't stop listing and Eron could barly process what he's hearing. (Is he immortal like me? Able to die but comes back? Is that what he's saying? But Devon said there could only be one of each race) Eron felt dizzy and just licened.