Behind the Royal Mask

Feelings

Beatrice watched the messenger carefully as he led her along a narrow pathway surrounded by hedges on both side. They were not on the main pathway and she wondered why Caelon wanted to meet her in a secluded place.

The messenger came to a stop and gestured ahead with a slight bow. "His Highness awaits, my lady."

Beatrice stepped forward, expecting to see Caelon but faltered when she saw Alaric instead, who was draped in spotted sunlight that fell through the overhead branches. His expression brightened, as he saw her.

"Beatrice," he greeted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I thought you could use a rescue. You looked as if you'd rather be anywhere else than with those ladies."

Beatrice released a breath, her posture relaxing. "You're right. Those conversation were hardly... thrilling."

Alaric chuckled. "I figured as much. It would have raised suspicions if the messenger had told them I had called you here. Caelon, though, makes a far more believable excuse." He extended his arm. "Come, shall we take a stroll? I imagine you could use some fresher air and... a more pleasant company."

She slipped her hand onto his arm as they began walking, finding comfort in the serenity of this private garden. The scenery here was lush and secluded, the scent of roses and lavender hanging in the air.

"You know," Alaric began thoughtfully, "there's been a shift in the loyalties of certain noblemen lately." He glanced at her, his gaze steady. "One in particular concerns me. Lord Percival."

"Lord Percival?" Beatrice questioned.

"Yes." Alaric's voice was somber. "My father gave a considerable amount of assistance to Lord Percival when he was alive. It allowed Lord Percival to set up trade routes and transports, all because my father thought that it would be well for the kingdom.

"But today afternoon, he was conspicuously loyal to Caelon, supporting every word that came out of my cousin's mouth. Percival has always been something of a... coward, truthfully. I fear that Caelon has bought his alliance through promises of wealth and power."

Beatrice glanced at him, taking in the subtle frustration behind his composed expression. "Lord Percival must be having a lot of influence."

"That's right," Alaric replied, "If Caelon has him on his side, I fear that it would be disastrous for the Kingdom. I'll need to investigate, to understand his intentions and plans."

"There would be no need for that," Beatrice said, her gaze thoughtful, "I will look into it."

Alaric paused, looking at her with a blend of curiosity and surprise. "How do you intend to do that?"

Beatrice gave him a small, mysterious smile. "I have my ways. Let's just say... gathering information is one of my skills."

He raised a brow, intrigued, but nodded. "Very well, I won't press further. If you're sure about this, I trust your judgment."

They fell into a comfortable silence as they walked. A gentle breeze whispered through the trees and swept her hair back.

After a moment, she sighed, "I suppose I should return before they notice my absence."

"What if I give you a reason to stay longer?" Alaric asked, inclining his head towards a secluded path heading away from the gardens. Beatrice gave him a curious look but allowed him to lead her towards wherever he wanted to take her.

They walked through the shaded grove until they reached the stables. To her surprise, two horses were waiting there, both saddled and ready.

She looked at Alaric, her expression uncertain. "Are you sure this is wise? What if someone sees us?"