Bound To Cazmus

𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻

𝓒.𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓪

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

𝓣 he Vorhem capital stood at the heights of its strength, with one adult prince who carried the sacred blood of Dramér, and Dragon Gods, the only sole heir to the throne took his first breath, where King Voltaren rained over ten centuries of peace and prosperity, until tragedy had claimed he and his wife's life.

Only three years after the birth of his son Cazmus, he who was incapable of taking over the throne after being cursed to the king's Consort.

Victoria led him into madness with a Sorcerer's spell and took over the throne; only then did the Vorhem palace meet its downfall. The place where Cazmus never thought he'd step foot on.

The capital of all five palaces.

"Please let me go into the palace, my lord. I will be quick. Just stay hidden," Chantelle pleaded with Cazmus.

She looked at him as he mounted the black horse effortlessly.

Vixen stood tall and powerful, resembling the size of five muscular men lined up side by side. Her luxurious black mane cascaded down her neck, a trait inherited from her noble lineage as a Dramér horse. Her striking red eyes shimmered like rare ruby diamonds, and elegant horns gracefully protruded from her head. Her sleek black body was cloaked in a glistening blanket of fallen snow, creating a mesmerizing and majestic sight.

Chantelle glanced at Cazmus, a pleading look in her eye.

Cazmus's face was obscured by the hoodie pulled over his head and the black coat he wore.

She could sense his annoyance as his Golden eyes bore into her.

Cazmus was clearly frustrated by Chantelle's demands.

She had asked him to change his eye color, insisting that golden eyes would give him away, and to wear a cloak to conceal his identity.

Their visit to the Vorhem palace had already put him in a bad mood.

Chantelle's sole purpose was to retrieve the letters sent by her brother, Maxwell.

He had provided her with a few possible locations to visit in her search for the witches, and she could only hope they would lead her to the answers she sought.

"Go on. I don't need a constant reminder," his voice rasped as he spoke to her. An indescribable amount of annoyance glinted in his eyes as Cazmus waited in the cold, the middle of November not affecting him but still being despised.

His impatience mounted as he watched her pass through the palace gates, exchanging wary glances with the guards before disappearing inside.

Restless, Cazmus drummed the reins with growing frustration, his brow knitted in dissatisfaction as he pondered why she had not brought the letters in the first place. They should have been on their way to Xynnar by now.

Lost in his thoughts, a strong presence gradually neared, prompting him to reach for his sword and direct it at the approaching figure.

"Brother..."

Cazmus stiffened as he recognized the towering form of Amis, his younger brother.

It was a surprise to note how much Amis had grown since they last met. His once neck-length blonde hair now matched Cazmus's.

"I-I knew it, I felt it... It's been so long, Cazmus."

I feared you were dead. Amir and Samber will be delighted to hear-"