Bright One | Empire of Blood and Swords Series

18. Audience

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-Audience-

"We won't be able hide her scent on time," Athos noted and stood up, so did Nixon.

"Keep her in her room," Nixon ordered Samtron as he pushed me towards Samtron. "Get Saoirse afterwards, though I assume you've already sent someone to inform her." Samtron nodded, earning him a smile from Nixon. "We'll get the others ready. Hurry, go now."

Samtron urged me to come with him and we practically ran down the stairs. My heart was racing, but it was more to who the heck is the King of Asbjørn.

"What's going on? Why is everyone acting so scared?" I asked, though I'm sure Samtron won't answer me.

He surprises me with an answer. "Because the person who despises my Land the most is here for an audience, and urgently. That usually means it's not a good thing. It's even worse that he chose to deal with Saoirse."

"Why is that?"

"He doesn't like Saoirse for being the Leader of the Mighty Seven. He thought his daughter would be the leader, turned out wrong. And ever since then he would find excuses to make us look bad in front of other Lands."

"Does the other Lands hate yours?"

"No, only him."

We reached my room and he practically pushed me inside. His face serious as he said, "You will not, under any circumstances step out of this room. We cannot risk having him find out about you. You're our top secret classified information. If he found out, we're busted. And you'd probably be sentenced to death."

I stared into his lapis coloured eyes, with a few hint of aquamarine in it. Now that I think about it, Seth, Sapphire, Samtron and Suzanna's eye colour look almost the same, just some are shades darker and some are shades lighter. But what I don't understand is Samson's icy topaz blue, so icy that it looks grey. They don't fit into his family's picture. I have to at least know what colour his parent's eye colours are.

"Odette," Samtron snapped me out of my thoughts. Then he lowered his voice. "Please don't make this hard for me. I'm trying to act all serious but deep down I'm a coward."

He begged, and I couldn't help but feel pity for him.

"You're not a coward," I blurted out first thing.

"I need your word that you won't risk interfering the audience," he pressed on.

After debating with myself, I nodded.

"Fine," I mumbled.

He nodded and walked out the door with a silent thanks to me. I walked over to my bed and laid there. It's going to be killing me, not knowing what they're talking about. I would like to find out more about Seth's parents, but I can't go out. And the longer I stay here, the more painful the seconds passing by would be. Maybe I could find a way to be in the throne room, but I can't risk being spotted. My hair and crystal looking eyes give everything away.

Then I remembered the lessons with Zackery. He said my spirit-walking was excellent, and I learned faster than he planned. I also realized I could stretch further than I intended to.

I closed my eyes and imagined my soul leaving my body. And it worked. I spreader my soul and it went with the breeze. I tired to ignore the pull of Mother Nature's calls as I wonder through the castle. It was blurry, but I could make out where I was. Down the stairs I go until I reach a hallway that would lead to the dinning area. But I stopped when I spotted Seth and Saoirse.