Ancient secrets told

Tention in the castle

Eron sat next to Holm, they were outside of the cell where Elm was chained and being interrogated. Devon was basically hissing at him as he paced and threatened with a flame on his hand. "Not gonna lie when he called my name I thought my heart just stopped" Holm joked a little.
"No, all three of us agree that you're too loyal and devoted to King Aron to be a spy" Eron smiled, an amused look in Holm's eye spread across his face.
"All three of you?" Holm echoed, "so what? You a king now?" He half joked.
"Well... this messenger, that seems to be king Devon's personal message, calls me the King's, king now" Eron shrugged and fought back a flinch as Devon blasted the wall next to Elm.

"Don't lie to me!" Devon snarled and formed a new flame.
"I-I... it isn't me I s-sware!" Elm pleaded, trying to suck up so he can't touch the fire burning away on the stone wall.
"This is useless" Holm sight quietly, "even if he is a spy he will only end up confessing to stop the pain, he could be innocent for all we know".
"Yeah... but- never mind" Eron shook off the memory of how he died and still refused to talk when he was captured.
"No go on" Holm pushed and offered a glass of water, "I would like to hear your thoughts".
"Well when I was tortured like this I died and still refused to talk. I was electrocuted until I died again when they realised I won't even open my mouth to take a deep breath" Eron explained, "loyalty can be more powerful then the human instincts".

"True... but I don't know about Elm" Holm sighed, "I've worked with him on a single battle, he's only confident in words but in physical shit, he's a coward".
"Please! I'm no-!" Elm was cut off with a blast and his chest was scourched when Eron looked up. Devon's eyes was glaring with fury and King Aron only stood at the cells door staring.
"How much of a coward?" Eron asked, turning back to Holm and tried to forget the image and remembering his own pain back at the Garnet kingdom.
"Using his men as a body shield, refusing to actually fight unless it means killing the already wounded genral or whatnot and making himself look good" Holm spat. "I did all of that fighting and then he took the fucking credit" he frowned but then sighed, "to be honest if one of his men is the spy I wouldn't be surprised".

Eron thought, he thought about the looks of Elm's men when they were in the throne room and he couldn't remember anything that would suggest it. "Hey King Devon" Eron called, seeing that the elven king could loose his temper for good at any second. "Maybe we should let him sit for a while, this isn't going anywhere" he suggested and Devon just nodded.
"Fine, but when I come back you better speak or I won't be so generous" Devon threatened and he stormed up the hall. Eron said a quick bye and followed him back to his chambers.
"You feeling alright?" Eron asked once the door was closed. Devon sat on his chair and leaned back with a long sigh.
"I'll be fine, just pissed" Devon held his arm out for Eron to join him. He sat on his lap and leaned into him, the tension immediately relaxed in Devon's body.
"You may be right, it might just be that the spy is using his know boldness to hide himself" Eron offered.

"Maybe" Devon pulled Eron in and rested his chin on his head. Eron flet a slight blush as he nuzzled, cuddling close.
"Well what do we do now?" Eron asked, "I mean do we continue looking at suspects or focus on the war?".
"Lay low, keep any plans between me, King Aron and you" Devon pat his back and kissed his forehead. "You still blush?" Devon mused, kissing him and moving his hair out of his eye. (I seriously need a trime, I might begin to look like a girl if I keep it growing) Eron thought. "Well right now let's have a look through all of them now" Devon stretched and pulled out hid jernal and flipped straight to the new notes. Eron felt small as Devon worked with him on his lap, he wrote too fast for Eron to be able to read any of it.

After a couple of hours of Devon working on every thought, Eron began to feel himself drift off. Eron woke the next day in the bed, his armour replaced with his bed wear. He sat up, trying to blink his sleep away, looking around and there was no sign of Devon. He saw the armour on the desk and decided to dress before he left to the throne room. (Alright, I'm a buissy, stressed king, where would I go?) Eron asked himself, opening the door to the throne room. To his surprise the room was packed, the door barly had enough room to open where there was too many soldiers in the room. "What is happening?" Eron asked the closest soldier next to hin.
"Where have you been all morning?" The elven soldiers scoffed, "King Devon ordered all of us to meet here, we're now waiting for him and King Aron to return".

"Return from where?" Eron asked, looking at the throne that sat empty.
"The war chambers" the soldier yawned, "so you going to join them? Oh all new mighty king" the soldier bowed mockingly.
"Watch the attitude" Eron ordered, sternly and he glared.
"What? It's just obvious that you're his new whore that he thinks he caught feelings for" the soldier dismissed him but Eron only shouted loud enough to silence the room.
"I'M NOT A WHORE!" He spat the last word. The soldier took a step back, shock in his eyes.
"Alright, just go" the soldier looked around uncomfortablely. (That'll teach him) Eron glared after him before heading to the chambers. Knocking on the door before walking in.