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At the Kingdom of Azalon |
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"Sire, the guests have arrived." The Royal Advisor bowed, turning to leave.
Sir Mill bowed in respect to his brother, the King who had a dark aura seething off him as he watched them come in.
His mood lightened up as his sudden laughter took everyone by surprise.
"When I heard of the news of your situation, I didn't expect your face to be this... this messed up." He pointed at Sir Mill who had a bruised face and a black eye.
"I'm feeling a lot better, thanks for asking." Sir Mill replied sarcastically.
°Same old brother° Sir Mill thought as he shook his head.
"What are you doing here?" A voice questioned as the Royal Advisor met the gaze of the person.
"You've got me mistaken miss, have we met?" The Royal Advisor questioned.
"What are you doing here Curt? Are you working with them?" She sneered pointing an accusing finger at him.
"Y-you've met him? He's alive?" The Royal Advisor gripped the shoulders of Aria.
"Back off traitor." She pulled him by the collar flipping him to the ground.
The guards were about interfering but were stopped by the halting gesture of the King who watched things unfold with amusement.
The Royal Advisor winced in pain as Princess Aria restrained his movement with her knee to his back, holding onto his arm.
"Now that's enough!" The King's voice reverberated. "As much as I enjoy a good show, that's not how to treat a member of my Court.
"And why should I listen to you?" Princess Aria flipped back her hair as she met his gaze.
"Because that's not the person you think he is." He replied cryptically.
"What do you mean?" Her grip loosening on his arm.
"Whoever you seek isn't him, this is my Royal Advisor Curtis." The King replied as he sat laid-back on his throne.
"You're lying!" Her grip on his hand tightening once more. "You're trying to protect this traitor."
The guards yet again tried to intervene, waiting for the King's signal to do so.
"Why don't they ever listen?" The King muttered to himself as he wiped his face in disappointment.
"Restrain this uncultured damsel." He said, with a wave of his hand.
"I-I'm not sure that's advisable brother." Sir Mill feared for the outcome.
"Shut it little brother, and know your place." The King countered.
°You're gonna regret this° she thought as she observed her surroundings, making a mental note on the number of guards present, she couldn't just make any rash decisions without calculating her next step.
"...5, 6..." She whispered as she waited for their imminent attack.
Slowly approaching, the guards pulled out their spears.
"I'll deal with you later on." She whispered into the Royal Advisor's ear. Climbing off him, she raised her hands in a surrender.
Being in shock was an understatement, the mouth of Sir Mill hung open, as much as he wanted her captured, he had hoped his brother would have a feel of what he went through at the hands of this seemingly to the public eye and innocent and defenseless young lady.
"I realised my mistake, could we start over?" She pouted.
°Something is off with her, this doesn't sit well with me° Sir Mill watched, the smirk which played on her lips was a testimony to his suspicion.
"Guards, stand down." The King ordered. "Mill, where's the Princess who was said to have accompanied you?"
"Umm... about that-" He ruffled his blonde hair, disheveling it in the process. His eyes trailed over to the said Princess who still held her smirk.
"This insolent, uncultured lady is the Princess?" He took a quick scan of her outlook in disgust.
Sir Mill retreated in his shell, neither could he speak on his brother's attitude towards this unpredictable Princess behavior nor the fact that she was the cause of his bruised face.
°Watch it you moron! It might just cost you your tongue° She thought as her brows twitched in annoyance.
Looking behind her, she pretended not to know who they were talking about. "Do you mean the beautiful, elegant and cultured Princess?" She pointed towards herself, flashing a big grin.
The King raised his brows at her uncanning behavior. "Your behavior isn't befitting a Princess, and it seems I would have to rethink my decision to bring you here."
°The news about the Princess, most of it must have been all a rumor° The King thought, shaking his head in disappointment.
"Kidnapped!" Aria chipped in, looking anywhere but the King's glaring eyes.
"But I do have something which proves my royalty." Aria reached into her sleeves.
The guards on instinct rushed forward placing their spears at her, ready to defend their King from the supposed threat.
"Would you all take it easy?" She chuckled as she pushed the tip of the spear aimed directly at her head. "It's only my Tiara." She brought out the said object, dangling it in her finger.
"Could you back off? Or am I not allowed to wear my Tiara?" She scoffed, folding her hands. "He is wearing one, look at the size on his head, it's huge!!" She pointed accusingly at the king.
°Princess, don't you know who you're dealing with?° Sir Mill wanted nothing more than to leave the throne room. The tension in the air was getting more intense.
The King placed his chin on his intertwined fingers clearly amused by her daring attitude.
"Aw, a diamond fell off!" Princess Aria held the diamond in her hand. Placing the Tiara into her hair. The sparkles caused by the decorated diamond on the Tiara captivating.
The guards eased their weapons at the command of their King once again.
But that would be a grave mistake they made as she aimed the diamond at the King. Taking everyone by surprise, the diamond grazed the cheek of the King, making a cut. The diamond falling to the ground, losing its lustre.
*pit* *pat*
The drop of blood could be heard. Rage filling the King's eyes. The guards yet again placed their spears at her, ready to attack.
The sound of laughter echoed through the throne room, they all watched in horror at the princess strange behavior.
"Seize her and-" The King stopped mid sentence, holding onto his chest in pain, falling to the ground.
"It was bound to take it's effect eventually." She smirked.
"What did you do?" Royal Advisor Curtis yelled as he rushed to the King's side holding him up. "Where are medics?! Go get help!" He ordered to one of the guards.
"That wouldn't do any good," Princess Aria warned, "at least not now, it won't."
"She poisoned him." Sir Mill answered in her stead, the thought of it sickening.
"So I want to propose a deal." Princess Aria suggested, walking up the stairs towards the throne. They couldn't make any silly decisions as they watched her skip over the King's body.
Settling on the throne, she looked over the King cradled in Curtis arms, struggling for breath but very much aware of his surroundings. "Are you going to listen to my offer?"
"Please state what you want, we would try our best to oblige." Sir Mill answered in a haste.
The King objecting with a rapid shake of his head. °No you can't, it was part of her plan to get at something° He had wanted to say.
"Here goes-" She held out four of her fingers. "The first on my agenda is—I seriously do not want to die!! Tell your men, guards~whatever you call them, they should listen to me as they would their Queen." She dropped a finger.
"Curtis, you work for me when I need you." She dropped another finger.
"I would stay and explore for a while, so when I deem it fit, you are to return me to my Kingdom but you would send word to my father assuring of my safety." she laid emphasis on the latter part as she dropped another finger.
"And most important of all, I call the shots here, what I say goes." She grinned dropping the last finger.
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