Taylor teleported from the demon's lair in Ember, to his vacation home in the city of Devonshire. He was relieved to be out of that graveling, disgusting, pit Euronymous called a home. Sitting in his study, he tried to occupy his mind with books and papers, but nothing could quite get his mind off of Marlee. Frustrated, he gave up, ringing a small bell.
After a few moments, his personal chef, Emmett, entered the room with a tray of wine and a single glass.
"What fancies yer pallet tonight, Mr. Towler, sir?" The young boy asked, setting the glass down on a coaster Taylor had sitting on his desk.
"Red wine, if you please, my dear Emmett." Taylor said, making a note in one of the open books on the desk. Emmett delicately poured him a glass before giving him a slight bow and promptly exiting the room.
Taylor sipped his wine thoughtfully, before shutting the book he had been searching through called The Royal Law. He couldn't find one thing that he could use against Kyler in the book regarding his force marriage of Marlee and himself. Basically, if Kyler wanted her, he was more than welcomed to just take her. Taylor frowned down at the book in disgust. How could the rights of others diminish completely at the hand of someone with "royal blood"?
And that's when it hit him.
He could also just "take her".
Taylor gulped down his glass of wine, before tucking the book under his arm and avapparating to his parents house in Casper, the spirit realms capital. When Taylor entered the house, his mother was ecstatic to see him.
"Taylor my boy how have you been? It's been so long!" Taylor's mother Greta exclaimed, wrapping her son into a bone crushing hug. "Have you found a bride yet?"
Of course she would ask about the bride right off the bat.
"Have you heard the news? Kyler and Marlee's wedding is back on!" She adds on excitedly.
"Mother, that wedding is preposterous!" Taylor almost shouts, clenching the book tightly in his hands.
"Taylor!" Greta scolds, her face turning red. "Just because your younger brother found someone first-"
"Marlee doesn't even love him!" Taylor wails, dropping the book on the ground and raking his fingers through his hair. "She loves....me."
His mother fell silent upon hearing the last bit that left Taylor's lips. She seemed to be deep in thought, a look of worry passing over her face.
"Elvis!" She yells suddenly, placing her hand onto her hip.
"What?! What do you want now woman?!" The unmistakable voice of Taylor's father boomed throughout the house.
"Taylor is here!" She yelled back at him. In seconds, Elvis was standing in front of Taylor, giving him a rough hug and pat on the back.
"How've ye been m'boy?" He asks, bringing Taylor into the den and sitting on a burgundy leather couch.
"Dad, can we talk about Kyler's wedding?" Taylor offered, changing the subject immediately.
"I suppose so." He grumbled, annoyance spread over his face. "I don't know why that nit wit is going to try and marry the same woman that left him days before the wedding."
"That's just the thing... Marlee doesn't love him." Taylor says, rubbing the back of his neck. "She loves me."
Elvis's eyes widened before he opened his mouth to say something. Nothing seemed to come out though, however.
"I'm sorry m'boy, but the only thing you can do is object at their wedding. Unfortunately it is not a matter of who loves who-" his father began before being interrupted by Greta.
"Elvis!" She snapped, rolling up a newspaper and snacking him upside the head with it. "How could you deny your own son of true love!"
"Well Kyler did have her first." He grumbled, before a look of danger spread over Taylor's face.
"He didn't, actually. He kidnapped her from her house just this morning! I was there!" He throws in his father's face with an accusing tone. Elvis pinched the bridge of his noise in annoyance.
"Enough!" He boomed, sending out a blast of power, sending papers fluttering to the floor. "Are you two ever going to grow up and stop fighting like a couple of children! You're 286 years old and you still need your pop to settle your fights for you!"
Taylor huffed, crossing one of his legs over his knee and staring at his dad intently.
"On the other hand, Kyler has broken many laws here, and I will not stand here and watch my family turn into a bunch of bumbling bafoons who engage in hoodlum activities." He continued. "Your mother and I will introduce him to some more suitors, but I cannot promise that he will pick them. It is all up for fate to decide."
Taylor's expression brightened at that, but it was still no guarantee.
"Thanks pop." Taylor said, getting up and throwing his arms around his father.
"Don't thank me, son. I love both of my boys." Elvis replies, before disengaging from the hug and going back to sitting at his desk. Taylor left him to his work before exiting the room. When he opened the door, he had startled his mother who have been eavesdropping this whole time.
"I think I can find Kyler a new suitor." Greta whispered, hearding her son down the hall and into the dining room where she had tea trays and little cakes set up.
"Shouldn't be that hard. Just has to be great eye candy and be so incredibly stupid that she does everything he says." Taylor snorts, sitting at the table and pouring himself a cup of tea. Greta chuckled a little at that.
"Be nice Taylor, he's still your brother." Greta said and looked at him seriously. "I think Faye or Eve would be a good choice."
Faye was the busty brunette elf princess of Yuakiau Forest. She was young and bubbly but also kind of on the ditsy side. No doubt Kyler would go mad with lust over her.
Eve on the other hand was tall and slender; she had sunshine gold hair that fell down her back in waves. She was the king of thieves's daughter, and a firecracker at that. She lusts after more men than any other women in our realm.
Either one of them would be a perfect fit for Kyler.
"Hopefully you're right, mother." Taylor says, getting ready to leave his parents house. "I'll see you later."
"Goodbye pumpkin, behave yourself!" Greta says, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Only the fates can decide what happens from here."
"Love you." Taylor says, before avapporating into his bedroom and throwing on his pajamas. He crawled into his bed, the dark green, velvety, fabric comforting him as he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
