The Kingdom of Vanora

Delsaran

Korbin's Pov

"Welcome Korbin Atlasian to Delsaran."

"Please come closer." The male beckons. His piercing blue eyes analyze the young prince. A sharp smile set upon his face. Wyn ushers me forward. Is this the male with galaxies in his eyes? If so then where are the colours?

Flanking the male is a female with light blonde hair and tanned skin. She wears dark pink robes with gold accents. Her eyes are pale green. A male smaller than Wyn with dark long dark hair and tanned skin stands to the larger male's right. Opposed to Wyn's dark blue eyes this male has dark brown. Quite like my own. The smaller male looks like Wyn. I wonder if they are related?

"On my left is Rhangul and to my right is Elduin. You already know Wyn. They are respectively my first, second and third in command." The male points to Wyn then to the blonde female and finally the small male when he mentions their ranks.

I stare at Wyn. He's this male's first in command?

"Don't stare at me like that who else would my master trust with you? Definitely not Rhangul, she...isn't the best with children." An overly dramatic gasp comes from the female. I found the dramatic one. I hope she's not like Elysia.

"I am not a child, I'm 45."

"And he's 2802." Elduin steps away from the taller male. He walks right up to Wyn and clasps his arm. Wyn smiles.

"Your what?" I gawk at Wyn and examine his face. He doesn't seem that old. Although he is fae. And Fae generally stop ageing at 20 sometimes 25. The two males do their thing as Rhangul joins us. She looked taller at the male's side.

"When I said I was older than you I didn't mean old enough to be your brother, I meant I'm old enough to be your great grandfather four times over," Wyn smirks.

I never would have guessed. Never in a million years. I turn to Elduin and Rhangul. They smile as the grain is turned into flour. How old are they? Elduin rolls his eyes. "Don't ask, it's never a good idea to ask a lady how old she is."

"Rhangul is far from a lady of the court." The male upon the throne slides into the conversation. His eyes twinkle as if laughing. Like Father, he oozes respect.

"Maybe not but I do look good. Those prissy ladies could never wield a blade nor magic like mine." Rhangul's eyes burn with harsh blues and greens. Her lopsided grin gives away she likes who she is not who others want her to be.

"Elduin take our guest to the lounge," The male nods in my direction. "I need to have a word with Wyn."

Elduin leads me away. I cast one last glance at the tall male and Wyn. The male dwarfs Wyn. They seem deep in conversation.

On the way to the lounge, Elduin makes small talk. "How does a Prince of Vanora meet my dear brother?"

"So I was correct to assume you and Wyn are related?"

"You are." Elduin smiles. "I know what your thinking. How much older is he? He is 13 years older."

I nod.

The rest of the walk is silent. In the lounge, Elduin flops onto a couch. The deep purple material bounces and flexes under the male's weight.
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"What is that male's name? The one from the throne room,"

"You need not concern yourself with his name young prince," 

Fine. I'll find out another way. "In that case what kind of magic do you use?"

"Dark fire," 

Another type of magic lost to history. Interesting. It could run in the family. All their line could use lost magic. It's not impossible. It could be hereditary like the twin's eyes. The distinct gold and silver markings.