It was still raining cats and dogs when Advisor Nedial and fifty wearhan guards arrived at the gates of Lord Leonidas' manor.
"Open the gates!" he demands, causing Ambrose to flinch at his harsh command.
"My apologies, My Lord, Lord Leonidas has ordered me to -"
"You dare deny an order from the king?"
"Advisor Nedial," a voice calls, making the wearh turn around to see Cassiel alighting his horse, a human lady to his side with a hundred wearhs behind him.
Ambrose lets out a sigh, his hand resting on his chest.
"Knight Commander, tell this steward to obey His Majesty, and open these gates."
"I'm afraid I cannot do that, Advisor Nedial."
"You wish to cause bloodshed?"
"I have no intention whatsoever to cause any bloodshed tonight. I advise you to take your troops and head back to the castle."
"Defying your king will brand you a-"
"If you stay and fight this battle that you've already lost, what do you think the people of Bethillore will say?"
"The king has every right to claim the house of Bethillore."
"That he does since the supreme commander has been branded a traitor."
"If I leave here, I will return with a thousand-"
"You and I both know that returning here with a thousand men, to fight my five hundred men will only look bad on His Majesty. King Oleander, brands the supreme commander a traitor and turns on the house of Hasselgray. I wouldn't be surprised if the other houses become wary, and perhaps...turn on the king out of fear of being the next target."
Nedial fumes looking back to the manor to see Cassiel's remaining four hundred men, ready to attack.
"You will regret this," he says, before mounting his horse and riding away, his men following his lead.
***
Freya walks into the Garvanian castle, heading straight to her chambers. The maids and servants bow in acknowledgment as she passes them. Once she arrives at her chamber doors, she hears the sound of plates crashing against the floor. A heavy sigh leaves her mouth as she turns to two of the maids at the door, their hands are shaking as they hold what is probably lunch for the elf behind those doors.
"What has upset him this time?"
"Your Highness, I am not sure. He asked for different meals to be prepared for him and he suddenly snapped at one of the maids."
Nodding, she turns to the guard, "Open the door."
"At once, Your Highness."
Freya walks in, her eyes surveying the room. The curtain is drawn shut to prevent light from entering the room. Spilled tea has stained the carpets and the floor. Broken plates and cups decorate the floors. Clothes leave a trail behind the elf almost as if he was removing them as the maids were helping him cover up. What a mess
To the corner is probably the maid in question, kneeling, her head bowed, as her hands cover her face, most likely preventing the glass shards from entering her eyes. The elf looks up, his red eyes meeting hers...he's drunk.
The elf drops the plate in his hand, the glassware breaking upon impact to the floor.
"Freya," he calls, his voice hoarse.
"Wilkin," she replies, before turning to the maid.
"Please leave us."
The maid runs out immediately causing Wilkin to chuckle. The elf takes slow steps toward her. "Where were you last night?"
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BLOOD OF KHARIS
RomanceWar A word that should inflict fear and terror is seen as the new normal. Kharis is a slave in the manor of Leonidas of Bethillore, Supreme commander of the king's army. Just as she's been doing for 3 years, she avoids trouble to keep her and her fr...
