POSSESSIVE (MXM)

Twenty-six

Nolan was incredibly nervous as he spotted the Island. He has visited Shillian a few times in the past but this was different. He was not just visiting but was going to become a part of the kingdom. He was a little startled when a hand connected with his own, but soon melted into comfort as he looked up at Elijah who was standing beside him on the ship.

"They will adore you," he declared to the prince.

"You are being biased," he scoffed.

Elijah chuckled, looking ahead at the flock of people on the shore looking upon their ship with curiosity.

"Perhaps I am," he admitted.

Once they had reached the shore, the first person Nolan noticed was the queen. It was quite strange to be welcomed by the queen, but Elijah did not think so as he had swayed them in her direction as soon as their feet touched the sand. He let go of his hand and got on his knee, bowing his head, and holding his spear upright.

"My queen," he greeted.

Nolan was unsure of what to do because his fathers never greeted the queen in such an extreme manner, neither has he and his siblings. But now that he was migrating to her land, perhaps he should carry out the customs as well. The queen's soft chuckles pulled Nolan from his thoughts, her fingers slipping into Elijah's hair.

"Sir Eli, you have finally made it back to the shore," she said, stepping back and beckoning him to a stand.

Elijah stood up, looking the queen in the eyes, which was not normal for servants to do to the royals, but in Shillian it was a sign of authority amongst those in higher positions.

"The trip had prolonged with none ending dispute. But at last it may seem the princess and her troops were able to get assistance from the kings of Larmont," he informed.

"Speaking of Larmont," said Rose her attention turning to Nolan, but her kind smile never withered. "You brought us the prince," she said eyeing him up and down. "The women in the Island will sure feast on his beauty," she said, looking up at Elijah, her smile sincere and her eyes glimmering with mischievous.

"If they value their eyes, they would not even look to his direction," Elijah growled, eliciting a laugh from the queen.

"Mhm...he must be special then. How about you fill me in tomorrow at lunch. For now, please retreat to your residence Sir Eli," she said and gave Nolan a curt nod before saying, "your majesty."

Nolan was not used to be addressed with such a high title, which explains his tiny blush as he too grant the queen a curt nod, deciding to forget about his earlier thoughts of adopting their custom. In ranks his voice was more valuable that queen Rose, that was just an advantage of being the prince of the biggest kingdom.

"You need to meet my mother," said Elijah as he held his hand again and leads the way.

"Your mother? Can we not just do that tomorrow?" He inquired, trying by all means to ignore the looks casted his way by almost everyone on the Island.

"It is custom for I to always see my parents as soon as I return. My mother would slaughter me in my sleep if I fail to do so. She will love you," he said.

"You keep saying that," Nolan grumbled, flinching at the look of seduction one woman sent his way.

"Because it is true," he declared through gritted teeth.

That was enough to capture Nolan's attention to the man's changing mood. His grip to his hand tight, and without warning he had turned them around, yanking him closer as he glared at every eye that looked their way.