UNDER SIEGE |COMPLETED|

⚔️Chapter Nineteen⚔️

Chpt. 19.)
A Brother

Kyah felt like he wanted to throw up, but he knew he couldn't. Everything was in position. Everyone was ready.

Kyah was watching from a small window on the roof, looking down into the throne room. Both himself and Ari were there, adorned in Mingoldian armor.

Sir Burche had supplied it to keep them out of suspicion as he needed the two on the roof with the normal patrol knights and four mages overlooking their designated viewpoints.

Today was different though. The usual knights were replaced with knights loyal to Chamridge, and they were keeping a close eye on the mages, but if they suspected anything, they didn't show it.

The brothers were standing casually side by side, every so often glancing around to check their surroundings. They were positioned directly above the king's throne which a fancy red carpet lead up to.

Right now, eighteen knights were against the throne room's walls keeping watch, but they wouldn't be for long.

He felt his stomach bubbling with anxiety as he saw a familiar head of wavy golden hair walk into the throne room followed by a nasty looking man.

In actuality, Crone wasn't nasty at all. He was a fairly handsome man, a groomed beard just below his chin, pleasant skin still smooth with the occasional stress line, sharp penetrating brown eyes sure to see through even the most convincing liars. He walked proud, like a king standing on a pile of money would.

Kyah wanted to throw up, analyzing the very man he had come here to kill. To spare. He looked much bigger than Cathleen, taunt with muscle, a certain power about him.

She seemed furious, shouting so loudly even Kyah could catch a word here and there. The betrothal was her chosen topic. Sir Burche burst into the room, alerting the guards of a dragon spotting to the west of the castle.

They scampered after a quick approval nod from their king, running as fast as possible to investigate the accusation. Crone was so distracted by Cathleen's frustrations, he didn't bat an eye at the lack of protection in the room.

Instead, Cathleen marched out of the room, Sir Burche following after her, leaving a defeated Crone to sit in his throne. His head propped up by a curled fist, looking quite troubled.

Moments later, Sir Burche tapped Kyah on the arm. Kyah nearly jumped out of his skin, composing himself hastily, before the two left to walk down the stairs leading from the roof to just outside of the throne room.

Once at the bottom, the massive doors were closed to his left, completely unguarded. They had fancy designed etched into the wood, a touch of gold scattered about the framing.

"You must go now. I will come back as soon as I can." Kyah nodded, thanking the knight for his help. He drew a breath, willing himself to stop shaking, and stepped up to the doors.

It was now or never. He opened them, walking just enough into the throne room to touch the red carpet before coming to a stop.

The doors shutting behind him made Crone raise his head. "I wish to be alone." Kyah's stomach churned, he had never heard Crone's voice before. He expected it to be dark, gravely, fitting to a villain, but it wasn't. It was tired, burnt out, much like a father who had just had a passionate argument with his daughter.

"I'm sure you do, but I didn't come all this way to follow your demands," the prince said firmly, a bit threateningly if one listened close.

Crone leaned forward in his throne, trying to get a better glimpse of the knight who stood so far from sight. "A knight does not speak to his king in such a barbaric manner. I should have you arrested, change my mind."