ꜱᴄᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏꜱ

Chapter 34: Reylyn

Play it cool, play it cool. She thought as she heard Scarvern's labored breath from infront of her hiding spot.

"Hello, sir," Scarvern began. "I was just erm.. Fixing this portrait. Yeah. New guard here, and you are?"

She put a hand over her mouth to muffle the giggle that came out of her mouth.

"Hm. But you're not in your uniform," the man chuckled darkly. "And that portrait has never been titled like that before. If somehow there was an earthquake that tilted it to the side, you're not a guard."

Reylyn gulped. Great.

"And, you look like one of the four fugitives," it sounded like the man was tossing something metallic in his hand. "I believe there are two of you, and one of them is behind that portrait of Queen Redolyn."

"Erm.. no? I checked it before I fixed this portrait, no dents or anything,"

"Then what would happen if I were to reach here? Would your friend reach for it?"

"No sir, because there's no one in it," Scarvern's tone changed into a more demanding one.

"Hmm," She held her breath as she heard his footsteps and saw the shadow of his hand. "Oh, and I'm prince Wyahat, the future king. And the one behind the portrait this whole time." The prince rested his hand on the bench next to her hiding place. "And you can come out, monarch,"

"Monarch? But sir-"

"Shush you, boy."

Reylyn hesitantly climbed out of her hiding to face the prince. His features were now more prominent in the silver tint of the castle. His brunette hair was falling into his eyes and his forest eyes were piercing into Reylyn's.

"Two for one? Father will be proud," he snickered as he gripped Scarvern's arm, then her own. Scarvern yanked his arm slightly.

"Learn to be more deceitful," he whispered. "Being deceitful can get you a long way, monarchs,"

"We're not monarchs," she snapped slowly. "Your lucky I don't slit your throat right then and here,"

Wyahat chuckled at her defense. "I took your weapons, you dropped this, monarch," He clicked his tongue as he grabbed her golden gladius from his pocket. "Beautiful thing, isn't it? To bad your not getting it till you tell me where your other friends are,"

Scarvern tugged more. "What friends?"

"These friends" he snapped his fingers and a crumpled paper filled with Scarvern's face, Cazzlyn's, Rheton's, and her own face.

Reylyn shook her head, enough to make her dizzy. "There not with us, promise you, your majesty. Thank you for your concern,"

The prince scoffed. Scarvern nodded beside him. "Yes sir, it is true. We haven't seen them since the night of the ball,"

"The night of the ball? That was almost seven days ago," he gripped their arms tighter. "You two were out for almost three of those,"

"three?" she wheezed. "But how is that possible?"

The prince tugged the pair with him as he walked towards the exit of the castle. "It all depends on how bad your fears are," he pushed them out of the castle, she heard him put gloves on. "Scarvern's fears were basic. Fear of losing someone and failure, perfection, etc." Scarvern's ears turned a light shade of pink. Wyahat smirked at Reylyn. "Your fears on the other hand. Fear of not being able to protect a loved one, failure, needles,. Ahh what a easy person to bribe!"

Scarvern gave her a wide-eyed look and followed his gaze to a paper in the prince's pocket labeled, Scarvern and Reylyn.

The prince yanked them forward again. "Speak up, I need some noise, please. Even though I quite enjoy your fear of me,"

"That's not fear," Reylyn replied. "It's called thinking about things that do not involve you," She lit her hand into a flame. "Thinking of this for example," Reylyn laughed at the prince's feared filled eyes. Scarvern tugged even harder away from the prince, and suddenly a void appeared beneath him.