After the death of the beloved Princess Licht, a dark cloud seemed to darken the once the great Kingdom of Ericon. Furthermore, following the eldest princess's death, her father; the noble King Emerson, dies a brutal death. From then on, Queen Abarr...
"I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end." - Leonard Cohen
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Wolfe kept a watchful eye over the training soldiers. After hearing the queen's plans for Ericon and Xaria, he was ordered to train the men harder and longer than before, even if it overworked the soldiers deep into the crisp night.
The Queen wanted to go to war with Xaria. Although Xaria and Ericon have had their differences they always kept a fine line of peace between them. The Queen wanted to put pressure onto the unsuspecting country. She wanted the entire continent of Redris to bow down to her.
Wolfe sighed at his turbulent thoughts. He wished he could ask King Emerson for advice. If Wolfe could, he fight against the Queen and King of Ericon. He has imagined doing so in so many different ways. Something dark within him wanted to see their blood staining the marble floors of the castle. However, that desire would most likely never be satisfied. The Queen gained too much power in such a short amount of time.
"Wolfe?" A small voice called out.
Wolfe turned and spotted Princess Iveta. His sharp eyes quickly examined her. The last time he saw her she looked so exhausted and broken down from the never-ending turmoil. Now, she didn't look much different much to Wolfe's dismay but there was a light in her eyes as she looked at him.
"Hello, Princess Iveta. Can I help you with anything?"
"I need a friend to talk to," she answered quietly. "However you seem busy. I shall wait."
Wolfe waved a dismissive hand. "I am not training them, just watching. Besides, as your sister would always say, 'neverkeepaladywaiting'."
By the look on her face, Wolfe's words managed to lighten Princess Iveta's mood a little. There was a small tilt to her lips, a soft look in her eyes. Wolfe was glad he could provide some comfort to the girl he respected. He had seen Princess Iveta surrounded by a thick cloud of sadness so much recently. She was always a quiet one but Wolfe remembered catching a smirk on her lips many times when they were younger. He missed that.
"I believe there is a ball tonight, Princess Iveta," Wolfe mentioned, starting the conversation lightly. "Knowing your mother, wouldn't she want you already primped and polished? Not that you don't look beautiful."
She did indeed look beautiful, as did all of the Princesses of Ericon. Princess Iveta wasn't one for crazy colors or dazzling stones like Princess Silje was. She liked to dress in a simple way and she did so with grace and elegance.
