SWORN TO THE ALPHA KING

[55.2] LADY ELISE (part-two)

[SILVER RAYNE WILLIAMS]

AFTER THE SILENCE, the Prince lays down his utensils. I catch this from the corners of my lowered gaze. Since he is my shield, I find that every movement he makes, I am well aware. He suddenly pulls his chair and takes to feet.

The Queen's gaze rises with him. "Leaving?" she says, her eyebrows drawing in an evident protest, "So soon?"

The Tribrids gaze trails to his mother, a salt-born wasteland.

"I have much to do," He states quietly. He glances at Lady Elise, but does not say anything to her, however it seems a simple look is enough to garner everyone's attention.

"Silver."

The mention of my name has my ears tingling immediately and I glance up at him quickly, eyes wide, using my napkin to wipe my lips.

"Your Majesty," I barely squeak, between a mouthful of muffin.

He simply glances at me, not bothering for a follow-up, and turns away. I watch for a moment as he leaves.

Oh, that was my cue.

I quickly get up. Truth be told, I would rather be buried alive than stay at this table without the Prince blocking my view of the King.

For without him seated beside me, there is only a direct passage to the looming being that is King Drake Alistair Veridian.

No, I would very much like to keep my head screwed on my body.

My gaze shifts to Eden for a split second, before I follow, clearing my throat at the abrupt leave. I do a quick bow to the royals. I feel that I must, for I leave before they do.

According to Fang Etiquette, it is what one does when leaving the presence of royalty, ruling or not.

I can feel all pairs of eyes watching me. Or us, I am not certain. All confused, some irritated.

I follow after the prince counting down the seconds to which I am no longer in Everest Hall. The morning has been long, good God, I have never wanted an ending so badly.

The doors close behind us, and I feel the weight lift off my shoulders, but only slightly, for when I look forward I am reminded that I am still in the presence of another Veridian, the Tribrid Prince.

A gift, and a curse.

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The prince is tall.

Taller than Lord Graydon.

I noticed this far too late at the masked ball, but now that I have the time to study him, I am appalled at the thought that I had actually mistaken the two.

I am well-versed in paying attention to detail.

How I got the two mixed up, even when he had worn an identical fit to Lord Graydon was beyond me.

The prince had long dark hair, he pulled up in a bun, almost shoulder length, dark as coal, whilst Lord Graydons was as brown as a freshly watered gardened earth, and though it too had length, could not be compared to the princes.

Both, infact, all Nobility in the fang bloodlines walked with a certain air about them that made you think they were born in some magical city in the sky, which is why they acted better than everyone else, but still, Lord Graydon walk and stance were more defined, a clear tell of a military man.

The Prince's however, was regal and imperial.

Lord Graydon made you think he was a man well experienced, earning his right to power, Whilst the Prince had this aura about him too mystical to place.