Connell's beautiful baby blue irises fluttered open. Watching the sun's buttery rays that caressed the walls of his room with it's delicate fingers. The shadows from the trees outside of his window, swaying due to the gentle breeze of the wind.
It was summer time now, so the sun took awhile longer to peek above the horizon. It's why he gets to sleep in longer, he loved the summer wholeheartedly. it was filled with warmth and just like spring, gives life to the world. With both rain and sunlight, hearing his door open, Connell groaned and covered his face, not wanting to get up from bed just yet.
"Prince Connell- you know better. You should be up by now." Connell let out a childish whine of refusal.
"Come now, your mother and father wanted to speak to you. It's about the Aman's." Connell suddenly sat up, his face becoming more serious as he nodded towards his friend and guard.
"Thank you, I appreciate you coming to get me, Doug. I'm going to change very quickly and I'll be there." Doug gave him a gentle nod and before he even left the room Connell already had jumped up and out of bed. Adorning only boxers upon his lithe muscular frame.
Moving quickly to his closet, he grabbed the first article of clothing he saw. Sliding it on as quickly as he possibly could. Looking into the mirror, he finally realized what outfit he had put on. Underneath his duster was a simple black shirt, showed off part of the muscle in the middle of his chest. Absent of anything from that point to his throat. Lined along the shirt where the muscle in his chest was shown were elegant golden imbued lines. Shining each time the light casted it's gaze upon it.
His blue duster was pulled closer to his body by a belt sewn into the material itself. The belt was a blackish blue, clamping together with a beautiful golden star symbol. A design made particularly for the Prince of Elves. From where his belt pulled in his duster to his body, the duster came up to create a collar, being white on the inside with a Beautiful golden lining on the edge of the collar. The edge of the belt too had golden linings that blended it into the duster much easier. The duster at the front stopped at a pointed angle towards his knee, and continued on in the back. Stopping there at the bottom of his calves, almost touching his heel. Two shoulder pads held the fur cloak that slid down almost in a wave behind him. Having forearm armor also to help bring it all together. Adjusting his black leather pants he slid his fingers through his long golden blonde locks. At this point his hair reached his bottom, he didn't care at all though.
With a smirk, he had begun to slide it up into a pony tail, out of his face and out of his way.
Quickly he grabbed a pair of black boots and jogged out of his room, closing the door behind him as he did so. He needed to get to the meeting room as quickly as possible. If he didn't he had a feeling he would just have to sit at a lecture later. About being responsible and being awake at the time told.
Connell liked sleep though, so that would never happen. Suprisingly, Connell was more of a night owl, the stars, and the way the silver moon shined upon him just helped him feel alive. He never could quite explain it without sounding crazy.
Connell wove his way through the castle hallways, dodging maids, and butlers that were just trying to do their jobs. Apologizing all through his way to the meeting room. Panting, he finally made it. In front of those large golden doors. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he adjusted himself, and cleared his throat to be sure he was ready to speak if he had to.
As Connell opened the doors, he came to the realization it wasn't just his mother and father, it was war generals, a few soldiers, and a few fairies sitting at the large table. His mother, the elegant queen rested her forearms upon the wooden table. Her blue eyes that matched his looked towards him, moving her chocolate brown hair from her face she gave him a gentle and warm smile.
His father however didn't look pleased with his tardiness.
His father was a big man, adorning elven ears much like Connell's and his mother. Though a tiny bit on the big side. His blonde hair had been cut short and his beard had already begun to grow in. Giving him some fresh stubble around his strong jaw. His poison green eyes observed him closely, glancing across his outfit before finally clearing his throat.
"About time you joined us, Son. Close the door and sit. We have lots to discuss." Connell's face by this point had gotten entirely serious, he knew he wouldn't have been in trouble for anything if a war general was here. With some civilians in the room too, greatly unlikely for that to happen. It would all be in private, not around people where appearances had to be kept. Connell closed the door behind him like he had been told and made his way over to a chair right next to the war general and his father. Placing him in the middle of them both, placing his elbows upon the table Connell nervously rubbed his plump bottom lip, in attempt to calm his shaky hands somehow.
He had to admit, he was nervous, but not because he was near his father or the war general. He had a bad feeling about the information he was about to be told.
"Son, the humans now know we exist." Connell's eyes widened, opening his mouth to say something, but his father's hand being raised in the air stopped him of saying anything. Closing his mouth he listened to his father continue, "I'm not finished. We have warned the Aman's of the potential that they could have more of a chance to go there first. Humans find magic to be a bigger threat than brute strength the Aman's tend to use. We need to be more careful. I don't want you going out too deep into forests incase the humans sneak into our world. Guards around the gate will be doubled and for the most part you will stay here. If this gets any worse, I will sent you off to go find an Aman leader. potentially an Elder or have you speak to someone the Elders send out." His father took a deep breath, searching his sons face before continuing.
"You may go out into the city, but you must not speak of this to anyone and this does not leave this room. The fairies have warned us of a potential wipe of our race if we move too threateningly towards the humans. We will have to play this very carefully." Connell nodded, searching his father's body expression to see if he was done talking or not before he spoke. Connell wouldn't dare try to interrupt the king.
"Do the Aman's have any information as of now?" Connell's father shook his head.
"No. Not as of right now. The Elders that contacted us told us he sent out his best troops towards the gate. One of them being the Valencia." Connell's eyes widened in suprise.
"The best of Aman's are at the gate? The humans stand no chance if they step one foot in there. I've heard of how ruthless Valencia can be. How terrifying some of her tales are. From what I heard she killed an entire enemy army by herself. it's insane." The king nodded.
"If it is her you will meet, you WILL be respectful. Do you understand, son? If we go to war with Aman's we will surely die. They would kill you first if so. Don't make any kind of threat indication towards Valencia. She was a warrior bred at young age. She maybe a woman, but do not under estimate her understand?" Connell smirked.
"Never. She's a fighter I've always wanted to research and talk to." The king rolled his eyes, making a simple gesture for him to leave.
"Go, us adults have more to discuss. Make sure you listen. Don't make the Aman's have to come here. We will only enter each other's world's if absolutely necessary." Connell stood, pushing his chair back at the same time, in turn it caused the chair to make an obnoxious squeaking noise across the hard tile floor.
Flinching at the sound, Connell uttered a simple apology and then pushed the chair back in. Being careful as to not create more noise.
That was where Connell decided he needed to do more research on medical potions. A potential to create a new potion for horrible wounds. Decided, Connell marched his way towards the library. Raising his head high, he already began to think of the many ingredients he could possibly use, and that excited him.
With a grin, Connell bounced towards his location. For where he could be, for the rest of the day.