Smolder in the Afterglow | Tales of Luminozenko

Chapter 10| Even A Wallflower Was Easy To Remove

"Who has the right to say that you are a servant of mine?" asked a demanding voice from the doors.

All of us turned to see His Highness, the Crown Prince standing by the doors with a frown on his face, his eyes glittering with an eerie light, instead of the soft firefly-like glow.

Faenice, should I be thanking you for dragging him here at perfect timing?

"It is I, Your Highness," Zyrak admitted, making me gape at him for his unexpected honesty.

Dude, the frick frack is this?

Firefly—I mean, His Royal Highness, Prince Kieran trudged towards me and halted on my side, making me glance at him from head to toe. I was short a couple of inches under his chin.

Move away, move away! You're making me look smaller with your goddamn height!

"And what was the reason for you to say that?" He questioned in a low and impatient voice.

"Sir Killian was a subordinate of His Majesty, therefore, as Cyan is his daughter, it is only right and honorable for her to work under you," he explained, all the hostility and anger in his voice from earlier seemed to never have existed. "Are those not truths?"

Wow, a fellow two-faced person. I wanted to laugh at his statement but held it in by keeping my lips sealed tight as his master was beside me. Who knows if he was going to take his side or not?

"Well, they are," said the prince.

I put my hands behind me and squeezed the daylights out of one another. What should I expect—

"However, Sir Killian was a family to His Majesty. He had never treated him as a servant. Which only meant that Cyan should not be treated as one as well," Prince Kieran claimed, his tone sounding calmer and collected now, and the frown on his face had already faded. "Isn't that right, Zyrak?"

My brows slowly pulled together, before I looked up at the prince. What kind of plastic is this dude spitting?

From my peripheral, I noticed Zyrak nod reluctantly. "Of course, my prince."

"But you two—" He looked from him to Delaney and I quickly averted my eyes—"hadn't seen each other for a couple of months, and you already got in a fight?"

"We did not, Your Highness," Delaney fired immediately. "I was only defending Cyan on her behalf. He was the one about to lunge at me before Your Highness came."

"You are the one who started it," Zyrak argued, his voice suddenly rising.

Delaney rolled his eyes. "Were what I stated not words of truth?"

"You bastard—"

"Enough," His Highness ordered. "Is this how we are supposed to welcome Cyan?"

They zipped their mouths shut, clicking their tongues in annoyance.

You greeted me by gossiping about me in a library.

I patted Delaney's arm to somewhat tell him it was alright and he rolled his eyes so hard once again, it almost looked like he was about to faint.

"Have you had dinner, Your Highness?" Morris questioned as she ruffled Delaney's hair, making him grunt and gently swat her hand away.

"No, not yet. The meeting took longer, which is why I was late, but right on time before Zyrak and Delan could destroy the dining room." He shifted his glowing eyes down to me. "While we're on it, was the food to your liking?"

I stared up at him, contemplating whether I should say it was none of his business or I should just tell him I enjoyed the food. I decided to merely give a shrug and responded, "Not poisoned at least."