Cevic

Chapter 27

Hey guys it's Alexis here :)

As I always do in boring Author's Notes, I really want to thank you guys- just reading this and taking interest in Cevic means so much to me. Like super ultra a lot, a lot. 

Recap:

Eron only has a few hours left till he may or may not obtain the cure for King Decus and is trying to understand the riddle with James and Rezia. The situation seems bleak for them as they realize that many of the assumptions they have been making and their theories are proven wrong by huge gaps...and a phone call made from planet Cevic as well as a hidden letter beneath a box leaves Eron shaken. 

Lately I been losing sleep

Dreaming about the things that we could be

But, baby, I’d been, I’d been praying hard

Said no more counting dollars

We’ll be counting stars

Yeah, we’ll be counting stars…

 

-One Republic “Counting Stars”

 

 

Honesty is the best policy. But how much honest?

 

King Decus sat on his glided throne of the grand meeting hall, his legs crossed and his hands placed on the arms of the throne. For a fraction of second I deemed this all a dream.

 But I was too acutely aware; my five senses seemed to be functioning too well. I could smell the usual fragrance used in the meeting hall, see the numerous empty chairs pushed into the long table meant for discussions by ministers and lords.  

  I stood at the very end of the long stretch of the carpeted floor at the closed grand oak doors, facing him directly. It was a long distance; I could not discern his expression.

  Instinctively, I bowed to the waist. “Your Majesty?”

He did not respond.

As much as I was happy to see him, there was something about the ambience of the hall that fear stained my heart. There was heaviness in the air, like terrible news had been disclosed.

 Mustering my fallen courage, I went forward, and started to close the gap between us, until I was close enough to see his face.

  His face was hard, pale and sickly, expression severe, his dark brows pulled together, marking an ugly crumple of his forehead, as he drummed his fingers against the arm of his throne. His dark black eyes seemed to glide over me, and if he was aware of my presence, he was entirely ignoring me.

 “Your…Majesty?” I tried again.

 King Decus coughed, and raised his eyes, which never went to me.

 “He failed to successfully carry out the mission.” His eyes flashed in anger rarely displayed on his countenance. “He failed, as I’d expected.” His baritone voice was low, scratchy and weak but also angry.

   Suddenly, behind me an indistinguishable buzz of different voices rose. I turned sharply around, and my heart pumped up to my throat, choking me and robbing me of breath.