Books. How they appeal to Valluin and give him a sense of calm. It's quite quiet in this place as there's no person who can bother him in his stead, no outside noise. Just complete and total serene silence. He wipes the dust off one of the books. What would this one be? Says the tale of Bridgid and Nix? Hm. He believes he's heard of this one before. One was a blossomer, and the other a vaporaal. Yes, yes he does know this from when mother used to tell of the stories. Said she even knew Brigid's great great granddaughter personally?
Well, Valluin doesn't know about that, but he does know Brigid Galway was a grand hero and of the most heroic this land has ever known, but her sister... troubled from jealousy. Their feud lasted decades, though some claim that's exaggerated. Wonder why they hated eachother? Had something to do with the vast divide between manset and elvairy lords for the conquesting natures of kings have always divided them, but the details in specifics, he knows not.
Suddenly, the bookkeeper and many others come in, a young el named Xilor and his compatriots. He looks Valluin straight in the eyes, saying with a sigh,
"Doing some light skimming? Clean that up."
He just lightly smiles, the pile of books in front of him an example of how he's forgotten how long he's been sitting here. That's probably what he's so irritated about, but Valluin will clean them up himself. That's no problem. Decimate, you'd think Xilor would be a bit hesitant to talk to a royal that way, but with all he's seen in his short life, guess he has no time for pleasantries. He gets them quickly and places them back in their places, one by one, and walks back out through the library, waving one last time. Surprisingly, Xilor smiles back,
"Have a good day my prince."
The day is going well. The meanest el in East Guild showed happiness to him and now he's going to meet a friend to participate in visions? A bucket falls on a Manducate. Though he is indeed hesitant at first. Still actually seeing as the comfort of people generally alludes him, even longtime friends, but Malikus insisted and Valluin wants father to think he does go out and participate socially every now and then instead of reading and battle planning. That last one he's wrong about though. This kingdom needs a leader in his queer state, and the prince is going to do everything in his power to stop... what's coming. To him, he doesn't need any help.
There's Karl, still a guard that can barely make it to his post sometimes, though Valluin doubts how this is possible. It'd be best to avoid him, however, seeing he's always pestering him about helping to arrest bandits. In Valluin's mind he shows him the humblest gratitude, but his interest in letting him help with his current situation is null. Why bother when one alone is simply enough? He even entreats to go have a berrywine with him. He's too focused on what that might do to mine own image, however. And all those... denizens. Going to do what's comfortable to him, and turn around this corner quickly so he doesn't see. Unfortunately, a voice then yells out. Must've caught his vision.
"Ahh, Valluin, good morrow!"
A smile back at him, attempting to avoid eye contact,
"Karl. Good morrow."
They just sort of stand there for a second in sequestered silence looking at eachother,
"Have you any plans? Up to no good, I presume?" he asks, smiling.
"I plan on meeting with an old friend. And you?"
Karl's eyes narrow, the wrinkles around them furrowing, "I plan on standing here until my legs fall off," after a moment of dry hesitation he laughs. Karl then segways,
"But hey... if you require any assistance with those indecents I am more than willing to come along. My sword arm needs some practice,"
Valluin rebuffs him for this is his task alone not Karl's,
YOU ARE READING
In Aeternum
FantasyIn a world where people are born with magical abilities, a prideful prince likes to do things his way. But when he meets a pirate obliviant, a persecuted race born without magic, his world begins to change.
