The Alrevia Order [Elisop]

#13 The royal castle

Update schedule is inconsistent but I will never drop this story, worry not.

I invested too much time and effort in this way before even getting into the idv fandom bahahaha

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Ỵ͎͙͙̩̗̞͜ͅo̡͉͓͕͔̫͍̜͉̳ų͖͉͉̭̯̞̭͈ ą̬̗͖͔͎r̘͔͇͜ͅe̢͕̫̰̘̥̲̞͕̱ t͕̤͎͖̝͢ḩ̭͎̯̳ȩ̬̮̖͇̝͔͉̗̝ o̧͇̪͖̜̣͚̘̖̱̬̜ͅņ̟̳͍͔̙̳̝̟̣̰l̨͙͈͍̯̤͚̲̠̯̯ͅy̢̱̞͉̭̠̳ o̧̦̙̣̤̭n̡͔̟̟̱͍̳̟̙͕e͚̯͎͚̲͜ͅ.̨̖̲͈͉͓.͕̥̥͔̦͈̩͉͢.̨͙̦͖̦

̟̣̤̳͉̤͙͍̖͜Ţ͉̙͓̫̦̣̟̖͚h̨̙̱̞͔̝̲͈̰͍̬͇i͈͇͙̖̜̜͇͜s̡͚̟̱͖ c̯͈̪͙̭̣̳͜r̨̲̦͙̙o̱̬̙͙̦̞̮̟͜w̢͕̭̙̠͍̘ͅn̡͈̞̲̞̯̘ͅ b̧͍̜̯̣̞̟̣̤̤̰e̡̥͔̳̟̪ļ͈̞̣̪͍̱̣o̢͎͍͓̗͍n̢͕͙̪͓͇̝͇̮ģ͖͓̲̲̰͕̰̫̦̝ş̤͈̪͈͚̘̦̬̫̮̠̪ t̨̬͍̗̝̮̖͍͈͔̰̮̭o̪͕͖̳̖̲̞̘̘̮͕̫͜ y̡͔̗̲̣̞̞o̡͚̪͍͓͇̠͓̦͓̟͚u͈̞͈̟̤͕̥̭͜ a̡͈̗͍̬̞̗ͅļ̱̘̗̣͚o̥̞̲̣͎̱̮͉͙͢n͍͈͙̟͎̙̖͜ͅͅę̫͔̠̜̯̮̞̜.̨̲̪̗͔͚̖͚ͅ.̨͔̠͕͖͍̜̤.͉͉͎̣̬̞͜

̨̥̭͓̗̜ͅN̦̘̙̗͉̬͜o̧̮̲̥̲̳͚̳ m͙̱̩̯̬̞̜͜ͅͅą̝̰̝̤͚̲͓̯̪ţ̩̩̞̩̬͚̝͈̦̣t̤̫̣͖͎͚͔͚̮̥̤͜ẹ̡͓͔̭̯r̢̗̣͈̰̜̦̱ ẉ̧̖̰̭h͓͔̭͈͈̖̤͜ͅa̢̤̤̰̠͓͙͕͔̮͍t̢͔͓̦̪͙͕̩̟͖̩ t͕̘̞̞͢ͅḩ̣̭̗̣̯̦̖e̡̫̟̳̤͔ ǫ͉͈̖̳͎̙͖̜ḇ̪͖͚̘̥̣̘͜ͅs̢̰̮͓̘t̢̞̬̤̤͉̞̰̤a̬̗̰͇͈̪͕͎̱͙͜ͅͅç̰̣̮͚̖̳̥ļ̖̫̱̱̘̮͔ͅȩ̠̦̠͇͇͔̖̟̰ͅ.̧͍͓͍͔̬̩͍͇̣̪̙.̢̖͕̣͉̮̜̮̪͚.̧͙̲͔͙͎̥̥͇̖ͅ

Y̡̫͖̲̲̱̰̬̦̱̲o̧͍̭̳̘̱u̳͇̱̫͙̞̫͇͢ w̧̙̙͓͈̦͕̳̞̭̳̠͍i̧̠͕͚̰͇͉̭̫͎l̪͎͓͓͚̜͢l͕̬̱͎̤̲̳̗͢ ç̖̳̤͓̲r̡̙̘̣̣̣̝̭̗̯̭̙̥u̝̝̜͕͕͚̰̙͜s̢͉͙̩̯̘̬̳͇h̨͓̰̫͚̥͈ t̡͕̣̟̗h̢̖̭̦͙̩̱̖̭͙e̗̣̬̝͕̩͔̭̞͕̣͢m̥͎̖̲̲̭͜ ț̰͍̙̣̬̰̮͓͜o̘̦̘̦̠̲͇͎͢ d̨̯͉̱̭u͉̭̯͙̣͜s̨͉̮̗̣̘̬ͅţ̲͚̞̱̬̯͉̳͍̝̥ͅ w̨̟̝̫̲͉͍̗̞͈̩͉ͅi̲̩̥̪̯̩̪̯͉̱͜ţ͔͈̲̠̟̲̤̪h̢͚̠̪͓͙͇̤͈̖̯ y̢̗͓̮͈̥͎̳̘o̢̞̪͙̟͇u̡̘̜̫̭͔̫͕r͕̱͓̙͇͜ o̧͓̯̭̙̥͎̖̳͕̬w͚̙̠͔͖̪̱͖͖̩̖͜n̝͖͎͙͕̝͈̲̙͉̝͎͢ h͉͓̰̪̤̝̘͜a̢͙̰͍̜̖͉̤̰͙͈̦n̝͚͚̫͕̠̥̳͉̞̝͢ͅḑ̭̠̗̤̩͎͍̣̪̮ş̣̙̲̙̠͎.̡̗̲̮̭͕͓̞̠͔͕ͅ.̢͈̝͎̬̦̟̯̩.͔͍̗͎̦͔̣͜!̢̲̲͍̦̜̝ͅ

The blond woke up with a jolt, the shock forcing his back to rise, drops of sweat beading on his forehead and his hands still clutching the silk sheets stretched so many times by the pressure of his nightmares that it would soon be time to change them. As if such a rude awakening wasn't enough, the bedroom door opened just then to let a slew of servants into his privacy.

"Your high-"

"I know." he cut in.

The butler fell silent immediately and the prince got out of bed with a grunt to walk to the dressing room. Expert hands began to work on adorning him in the most dignified attire for his status, not skimping on finery and other accessories. The attention of the man could only lose interest however, his gaze was as lost in the floor mirror in front of him, focused on something beyond the exhausted reflection of his face.

He was still thinking about those nightmares. The first time it happened, he thought it was due to a lack of sleep, the same pressure the nobles put on him that he had to endure... but he was quite naive. The bad dreams became more frequent and repetitive, the same half-woman, half-snake creature suffocating him like a defenseless prey that would have been attacked during his sleep or whispering its wicked fantasies in his mind.

Needless to say, he was even more desperate for rest than before. All the priests and doctors in the kingdom could not change anything either. Finding no cure for his illness, the search for a treatment was abandoned.