Allegiance

Chapter 47

Rage had replaced the blood in Blaine's veins as he marched down the hallways of the floating castle. He couldn't believe his wife had the audacity to go to a council meeting without him. In his mind, she would be nothing without him. He was king, and she wouldn't even be the queen if he hadn't been kind enough to show interest in her.

Then there was the fact about his own guards. How dare they tell her about this council meeting before him. He was supposed to be the first to be informed about anything. One, because he is the king, and two because he considers Priscilla a weak-minded, spineless fool.

Blaine turned a corner, the double doors to the council room now in sight. In front of the doors stood four guards: two elven guards and two human guards. This struck Blaine as a little odd, as usually, there were two guards of each race standing outside these doors. It made him wonder where the dwarven guards were. But, as he eyed the human guards, he suddenly noticed that these were the first human members to cross his path on the way here.

Pushing down these thoughts, he approached the doors and spat angrily at the human guards, "Open the damn doors!"

The two human guards shared a glance before looking at Blaine as he came to a stop, standing before them.

Blaine was glaring at the door, waiting for them to open, but they never did. His eyes darted to the human guards, seeing them causally standing there, watching Blaine blankly. Blaine's anger flared inside him as he glared at the two guards, "Are you deaf?! I said open the doors!"

"We heard you," One of the guards, a tall human with brown hair, said calmly.

Blaine gritted his teeth, about to explode with rage, "Then do it!!"

"Nope," The blonde haired guard said casually, as he simply shrugged.

Blaine looked at the blonde-haired guard and spoke with lethal quiet, "Excuse me? No?"

Neither guard balked at Blaine's stare. The blonde-haired guard looked at Blaine with a narrowed-eyed gaze, "That's right. No. We follow Queen Priscilla's orders. Not yours."

Blaine breathed in sharply, about to explode at the disrespect, when his eyes flicked to the two elven guards. The elven guards were standing there causally, their eyes darting between Blaine and the human guards, watching them with interest, thinking this was a little humourous. Blaine mentally seethed at the fact that his own guards spoke to him like that in front of enemy soldiers.

Blaine looked at the two human guards murderously, "We will talk about this later."

The blonde-haired guards shrugged, and the brown-haired guards chuckled in response.

Gritting his teeth and practically fuming with anger, Blaine stormed past the guards, flung the double doors open, and marched inside.

Sitting inside the council room were four figures. Merial, Alduin, and Virion sat in the elven council representative seats while Priscilla elegantly sat in the human representative seat, with her hands clasped to her front on the table. Standing behind Priscilla was Varay, while Alea stood behind the elven royal family.

"What is this?!" Blaine yelled, his voice echoing throughout the room. His eyes landed on the elven royal family, who looked at Blaine blankly. "What was so important that you called an emergency meeting?!"

Alduin shrugged, leaning forward in his seat. He braced his elbows on the table, "There were some things to be discussed."

"What things?!" Blaine spat, and his gaze darted to Priscilla, who sat elegantly and beautifully in her chair, unflinching at Blaine's stare. However, before Blaine spoke, his eyes flicked beside her, and confusion washed over him. "Where is my chair?"