A Prince Has Got to Slay

Chapter Seven: Know It All

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Patton had fallen asleep, so Valerie had moved him over to Roman's horse while she took over the Serendipity Prince's Steed. Valerie wasn't very skilled with the equestrian method of traveling, but she did her best. Roman made sure they went as slow as possible for her to get the hang of it before they resumed their blitz towards Galactica. It took maybe a third of a day to cross the small kingdom to get to Galactica's walls. Patton woke up just as they were approaching, too lazy to fix his posture and continued to lean against Roman. 

"Halt."

The horses instantly halted when someone suddenly appeared before them, seemingly out of nowhere. They carried a silver bound book and wore square framed glasses. All they had to do was hold up their palm and the horses obeyed. Valerie dismounted and pointed her knife at the mysterious person, assuming they were some sort of threat. The person merely rose an eyebrow upon finding Valerie inches from their face with a blade on their throat. They just glance sideways at Roman, clearly having none of this bullshit.

"Former Crown Prince Roman the Third of Rome, please refrain from having your childhood friend from slitting my neck."

How did this person know who he was?! Did every creepy stranger who was taller than Roman know exactly who he was!? Roman subconsciously wrapped his arms around Patton, feeling the protective side of him coming out. His left arm wrapped around Patton's waist and his left hand went to the handle of his sword. His non-dominant hand was on his sword, but he was willing to fight with it if he must to get to the crown monarch of this kingdom to fulfill the Oracle the queen of Serendipity. Valerie didn't move. The person simply sighed, opening the silver book. The pages were deep blue.

"Ignorance blinds you and your impulsiveness is your downfall, Former Prince Roman. That impulse wether it is courage or cowardice will always plague you. Your ignorance will undoubtedly kill you in the end. It's such a shame you don't know who I am just by the weapon I carry."

Weapon? Roman didn't see a weapon anywhere. Was it stung over his back or hidden? Patton placed his hands over the arm Roman protectively had around him, smiling over his shoulder to reassure the Prince it was going to be okay. Patton slid out of his grasp and walked up to Valerie, pulling her arm away from the creepy person's throat. They let out a relaxed breath. Patton curtsied to the person politely, smiling to go along with it.

"Prince Logan of Galactica, bearer of Esmeralda Lazuli, holder of the weapon of knowledge. Thank you for meeting us, it saves the trohbke of formalities and having to travel within the kingdom to find you."

"Ah, yes, I am aware of the impending threat upon our continent, for it is in Esmeralda Lazuli. My assistance is required for the rite to be excecuted so I have decided to make all our lives easier and join you here. The last fragment of the rite is the Amatista Cuarzo, the silver axe bestowed upon the crown monarch of Transylvania: Virgil. However there is raise for concern, for the pages after where I am supposed to join you and travel to Transylvania to collect Virgil are all blank. There isn't a to be story found. It leaves me quite perplexed, so I wished to discuss it with the other holders of the Devine weapons. Oh, and the maid. She and that other street rat friend of the former prince are large pieces of the puzzle to this story. Where is the Non-Binary unrefined human with then orange disgrace to the name of fashion?"

That was the most creative insult Roman has ever heard about Joan, but ignore was disregarded in his mind due to all the information thrown at him at once. The pages were blank in the Devine weapon that happened to be a book that told the future as it happened? Roman's arms went limp, not knowing what to do or where to go. He turned to Valerie for answers, the smartest person he knows well, she just looked scared. She stepped back, holding her knife tighten in her hand. She muttered under her breath in the same language she screeched at her father.