Demesne ¦¦ Hunhan, Taoris, Kaisoo, Baekyeol

13

A/N: Who is the worst author? #ME College has kicked my butt this semester and I have had 0 time to write. But I have talked to a few of my friends who are readers and learned that there is a bit of confusion regarding the time line. Up to this point, about 3.5 months have passed since the beginning of the story. I reread the previous chapters and discovered that some of the relationshipness wasn't as clear as I had hoped it would be. So I have edited and added onto some of the more recent previous chapters so please reread them before reading this chapter. so due to some confusion, I'd like to ask you readers if you want a chapter dedicated to the characters personal relationships with everyone to clear things up. also, remember that more comments= more chapters. I feel like no one enjoys this story so I have a hard time motivating myself to update. please remember to like, share, and comment. enjoy chapter 13! (please let me know of any misspelling or grammer issues so I can fix them)

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"So let me get this straight. Every other nation on the continent has lost their king? Why am I just now finding this out? This is kind of important information." Chanyeol ran his hand through his disheveled hair moving it out of his face and revealing a burn across his forehead. The voices of their friends floated through the closed door of the booth Sehun had requested to speak to the general in.

"Sir. What do we do? There could be more of this, uh, Shadow's threat in Erast. We could be walking right into their hands."

"We'll figure this out. For now, let's keep this between us. No need to cause panic."

"Understood." Sehun opened the door and walked through. The train had started moving about 20 minutes prior and already, Xiumin was huddled in a ball on one of the beds. Sehun walked to him.

"Hey, you ok?" he sat on the bed and rubbed his back. Xiumin mumbled but didn't move. Sehun chuckled. "Can I do anything for you?"

Xiumin shook his head,

"You look pitiful right now, you know."

A grumble was the only response. A moment passed and Xiumin sat up. "It's not so much the movement anymore. This is a lot better than that damn carriage. It's just hot in here and its stuffy." His sniveled.

Sehun sighed and with a flick of his wrist, the air moved around them, the dust collected into a spherical shape. "Open the window for me will you?"

Xiumin sat up and unlatched the glass. The ball of dust went flying out. With it gone, Xiumin closed the window. "I can't do anything about the heat, that's your forte. But at least it's not so stuffy anymore."

Xiumin sniveled again. "Thanks." He slumped in his seat pathetically. "So what were you and Chanyeol talking about? Seemed pretty serious?"

"It is serious. But he would prefer to think it over and figure out a solution before anyone else is introduced to the situation." Sehun spoke slowly, trying to find the right words to use as to not offend his brother but also make him understand that no more questions should be asked.

Xiumin seemed to understand as he just nodded. "Is Luhan still mad at you?"

Sehun didn't respond right away. When he was going into the booth to talk to Chanyeol, he had caught a glimpse of him with Kyungsoo. Their eyes had locked for a split second, before Sehun had ripped his gaze away. He didn't know how long Luhan's eyes had stayed on him. Or if they had at all. Besides Kai, Luhan was Sehun's best friend. A best friend that he cuddled with every so often. But it had taken weeks for that to happen. Now with a single argument, all that time seemed to mean nothing.