Meanwhile, back in the Royal hall court.
King Vilas and King Almen sat opposite each other. While their sons were accomplishing them in this dinner, who was seated beside them.
Not only that, there was a head coble member as well who was asked to attend this lavish feast dinner along with the two of them, to make sure that there was no kind of disruption between the two of them.
King Vilas took a sip of his red wine served in the wooden glass when his mysterious eyes averted to see King Almen, "I hope that none of your kind will try to… harm any of us anymore.."
"You need not worry about that possibility. We have control over our soldiers and they will not try to dig the blood out of your bodies until…" he halted in the middle to let a smirk brighter on his lips, "...some of you go against the rules and regulations set by the councils."
King Vilas shook his head to show his disapproval on the same. Knowing how much they were hated in their place was already the subject of alertness among all the humans.
For them, they were no less than any dead monster, disguised as normal humans. "This won't take place."
Afterward, King Vilas saw the son of King Almen, who hadn't uttered even a signal word from the moment they appeared.
There was no exchange of greetings, and the dislike that was printed on the young prince's face was hard to pass by. "Seems like the Crown Prince isn't happy with our presence."
On hearing his name being called, Cyrus didn't even bat an eye at either of them.
Rather he stayed mum, showing his evident hatred for the group.
But Almen didn't like his way of dealing with the situation even a bit. A fake chuckle left his mouth when he patted Cyrus's shoulders in alertness.
"He isn't talkative. More likely, someone who can fight well with swords. His actions are way louder than words."
"I hope my Younger Sister will not be at any disadvantage by marrying you, Crown Prince Cyrus," Dominic answered.
Cyrus kept a faint smile on his lips that indicated his mocking for the other group. A cold layer of mist spread all over his eyes when he heard Dominic's comment.
He lifted his gaze to stare at the muscular man who sat opposite to his side, already looking no less intimidating and protective. Being the prince of their own Kingdoms, they both have a certain level of same aloofness.
However, Cyrus's hatred was much more clear to depict, instead of Domonic who liked to keep his expression and thoughts more hidden in the grave.
"Disadvantage? She is getting married to me and will be one day, Crowned queen of Gazelle Kingdom. Be at a disadvantage? I will ask Prince Dominic to reconsider his wordings." Cyrus responded with a fine laugh.
The laugh contained mockery and that wasn't liked by either of them. "She will be the one. But I hope that the Crown Prince will treat her well. Not like any blood-sucking gift because...she is still one of our princesses."
"You don't have to worry about that. I will treat her very well…" So well that she might crave death rather than staying with me.
This was already embedded in his mind beforehand. But he left the second half of the sentence unspoken. This will create unnecessary uproar which he wasn't looking forward to.
"Very well." The council member spoke after seeing the two kingdoms interact with each other. The council member was an old man, though half-vampire and half-human. His wrinkled face showed a straight line over his lips.
He kept his hands on the table, to say, "Since the two of you are already aware of what we are planning to do and why we are doing this, it is better that we all move on the same path without conflicts in any thoughts."
Hearing this, both the King's eyes see each other with a light and a faint smile. The Crowned Princes also did the same.
Unfortunately, what hid beneath was the strengths and unseen aims to be fulfilled by this political marriage by both the Kingdoms.
The Councilman coughed to continue, "Do I have the agreement of both the King of the Suzania Kingdom as well as the Gazelle Kingdom?"
The council member's eyes fell on King Vilas first who was ready to open his mouth in response.
But he was already late when the sudden yell of Alice was heard by the all seated people present out there.
"Alice…"Vilas muttered her name when his eyes traveled to see Dominic who also looked at his face with the shock written on both of their faces.
"That voice is of… Alice.." King Vilas was almost sure and his heart skipped a beat.
His eyes immediately traveled to see Domonic who was beside him, to gain a slight nod. Standing on his toes, his chair was pulled back before he moved towards the large door of the hall.
The soldiers opened the wooden door of the King, who was followed by Domonic.
Witnessing the urgency of both father and son, King Almen and Cyrus had the puzzled look.
'What's scary around them?' Despite the sound that entered their ears, they were all clueless about whom they were talking about!?
In this situation, Cyrus's eyes were frozen to the king and Prince's back when King Almen came near Prince Cyrus to whisper in his ears, "Don't tell me that your bride is in some kind of problem."
"Thar isn't my issue." Came a reply from Cyrus who appeared least concerned with the entire situation.
Unlike his father, whose eyebrows already shifted from his place. "If she.. is in any problem, this marriage will be put at halt and… We won't get what I'm actually looking forward to."
Hearing this, Cyrus's head moved to stare at his father who had suggested the upcoming situation.
At the same time, King Vilas and Prince Dominic stepped out of the hall to stare at the Soldier, asking with a fierce gaze, "From where did the sound come from?"
"W-we have no idea.." the soldier answered with an apologetic face but Vilas wasn't losing forward to that.
His eyes were shining with fury where he turned around to stare at others while raising his voice.
"Did any of you know the source of the voice!?! Where did the girl yell!?"
No response made Domomic's blood being raised. His nerves started to pop out when he sarcastically said, "I guess I will start chopping each of their heads one by one so they start speaking."
Dominic pulled his sword out from his casket and walked to one of the soldiers. Putting his sharp rod against one of the soldier's neck, he pressed it against the other with immense force
The slider was deadly afraid but didn't let that come on his face even a bit. Sensing the rigid body of the soldier, Dominic's eyes round closer than any ice water.
"Tell me where the girl is!?! Where did the voice come from!?"
"No need for that. I will help you…to know the source of the girl's yelling of the girl."