Ancient secrets told

Interrogation

Devon watched, he watched his genrals and soldiers then King Aron's genrals and soldiers. (Then who?) He asked himself, frowning as his thoughts of Jaro was debunked so easily. Eron sat on his lap, sofy, warm and so innocent. His soft eyes examining the room so smoothly and Devon couldn't help but admire and smile. "Find anything?" Devon asked, moving his hair out of his eyes.
"No" Eron smiled, making Devon feel a nervous heat in his heart, "all seems normal".
"Well normal for the knowledge that anyone of them is a spy and that their king currently has a human in Opul colours on his lap" Devon joked and Eron smiled at him.
"Well the messengers won't be too long to arrive and we can begin to decide" Eron stretched a little, "where's King Aron?" He asked.

"I don't know... surly he was told as well" Devon frowned again, this is a massive downfall to his plans. It could ruin them but still Devon wondered, (who is the egal? Who is the egal that will defeat me!?) He thought. "Something wrong?" Eron's soft voice calmed him.
"Just... thinking" Devon answered, hugging the human tighter and his mind raced with the fantasies once again.
"Want me to get King Aron?" Eron asked, his gaze on the crowed of impatient soldiers.
"No" Devon answered calmly, "I'll get a messenger" he stood up, leaving Eron on the throne. (Ok now that's adorable) he grinned at the human, (this adorable kid on my throne). Devon left the room, looking for any messengers around but after wondering around for a while he ended up at the guest chambers.

Devon knocked on the room at the end of the hall, it's doors much grander then the nabers. "Enter" King Aron's voice called, tired and he clearly hasn't slept that night. He opened the door and King Aron's eyes went from relaxed annoyance to greeting. "Something wrong?" He asked, "you look stressed".
"The camps, the ones that we sent the letters were attacked" Devon explained and the fury in the human Kings eyes were priceless.
"What!?" King Aron stood up, "how many dead?" He asked.
"No-one died, only injured" Devon gestured to the door, "they're all here". King Aron nodded, he followed Deven to the throne room. Eron still sat on the throne, he looked as if he was trying to make himself smaller and his soldiers gave some pretty clear looks of discust.

"What?" Devon snapped at a soldier who made his feelings clear. He jumped, his eyes filled with shock. "Something to say?" He pushed and the soldier look away, refusing to make eye contact. Devon shrugged, heading back to his throne and setting Eron back on hos lap.
"No I don't think that's a good idea" Eron stood up, standing next to him again.
"Don't let their looks change what you want" Devon schooled, "come here" he ordered. Eron nodded and sat back on his lap, a smile formed and Devon couldn't fight it off.
"Ok so who do you think it is, King Devon?" King Aron asked, (well still salty? Why though? He ain't going anywhere) Devon thought.
"I have a few ideas, we can rule out Kakar, Rolm, Jaro and Holm" Devon began, "Kakar is too loyal to me, same with Jaro Holm. Eron tells me they're loyal to you, extremely so and Rolm is too clueless".

"Any main suspects?" King Aron asked, his gaze went sharp at Eron for a second.
"Lyra seems off... like too off and I was hoping that you have some ideas" Devon admitted, "also stop being so salty at Eron, he ain't done anything wrong".
"Wearing another kingdoms colours isn't wrong to you?" King Aron challenged, "even if he lost his to the Garnet kingdom he couldn't have put an order for a new one?".
"Lay off him, this is a different situation" Devon narrowed his eyes, "it isn't wrong to wear an allys colours in my opinion". Eron recoiled and Devon could only guess what's going through his mind. (Such a loyal soldier like him is just dying to know that their king is disappointed in them) Devon thought, hugging him closer. "Whatever" King Aron rolled his eyes.

"Stop being kids and let's focus now, any ideas?" Devon asked with his voice sturn.
"Yes, been doing my research and Genral Elm seems to be disloyal" King Aron nodded. "He has a history of disobeying orders, disrespecting multiple titles and is always getting into mischief" he listed.
"Yes I have thought of that but then I began to wonder if the real spy would like to use that as a way to hide themselves. But we should still interrogate" Devon nodded, "Holm was it, Eron?" He asked.
"Yes" Eron nodded, his voice lowered, (I hate it when he has those feelings of doubt) he thought.
"Genral Holm!" Devon called, the crowed immediately shushed, the older genral having a look of panic in his eyes. "We have come to a conclusion that you are innocent" Devon declared and the genral relaxed, "but I would like you to arrest genral Elm!" He ordered.