As soon as Dylan heard his brother's arrival, he drag the man to his office only after greet Nadine and ask for her permission to take her mate away for awhile. Dylan inhale a deep breath as he tried to rearrange his word and release them heavily soon after he close and lock the door of the room. The situation in the room getting tense every minutes throughout the silence atmosphere.
When Dexter saw his brother's act, he thought that there is a serious problem with the kingdom. The always so compose and genius brother seems different in his eyes. The meticulous king doesn't shown in him that day. So he urge his brother to tell him what is the problem and what he can help to reduce his brother's burden a bit.
"Okay. Stop, bro. Stop sighing and walking around the room mindlessly. It's been a whole ten minutes, you're making me dizzy. Just spill out the problems to me. I will give you my piece of mind if I have any."
"Okay. Okay. So… I need your help actually. You know I can't leave the palace and lead the war that I plan for right? Actually, there is another thing that I had been hiding from everyone. So, I need you to do me a favour."
"Yes. So, what is it that you're hiding? And what the favour you need? Explanations, please."
"Umm… I-I found my mate. And I plan to bring her over after I end the war. But you see, I can't go as it is mom's order, else she will hunt me down all the way to the war. And I don't wish that to happen. So I will oblige her demand."
"Okay…So?"
"So, since nobody know her, I need your help to sketch her portrait of her based on my description. So… can you do it?"
"Yeah. Why not. I would love to help. No problem at all. All I need is a pencil, a piece of paper and you."
"Okay. Nice. Thanks a lot, Dexter. I owe you one. Let's go to the table and grab anything you need."
Later when they have all the things needed, Dylan describe all the facial structure of his mate. It is really hard for him to describe every details. It is all thanks to the mate bond that all he can describe her is either beautiful or very well defined face.
It make Dexter headache with the way his brother descriptions and almost lost his temper. Dylan keep on being annoying and question on his ability to sketch. It take him three hours to finish the portrait that usually take him only less than half an hour to finish one. Dexter had been sketching all the time but most of the sketch was fail and he unsuccessful to fulfil his brother's descriptions and expectation. That lead to all the mountain of paperballs on the table and the floor.
It was only after Dylan approve the sketch that they both leave the messy room. They both had already miss their lunch time as it was half past two in the evening. As soon as the man about to take their step down the stairs it make both stop immediately.
They saw a terrifying look and aura none other from a furious mother. It make the former queen quite mad at the both of her children. She standing with her hands on the waist ready to give a handful of nag and advice on both of them. Next to her was Dexter's mate. She lower her head laugh silently, bobbing head and covering her mouth almost release a hearty laugh at the face of the brothers' troubled face.
She always nagged at them to always eat at the accurate time. The older one always busy handling all the business and kingdom matter while the younger one always tried to fulfil all the inspiration he get by finishing his art at anytime of the day. Both of them always either skip or miss the meals all together. It make her heart restless and worry about their health all the time.
'Why can't her sons act a little bit obedient and listen to all her advice? It is not that it's for her, but it is for them. For them to give their all in whatever task they need to be done. They need healthy and balance diet in their life.' Thought the former queen to herself as she accompany her sons in their late lunch along with Nadine.
"You both really need to reflect on your own action yourselves. I always remind you guys to have meals at the right time all the time. Or do I need to watch and remind you everyday? Do I have to travel back and forth here everyday, every meals? I'm so tired of these. And I am really upset with these behaviour of yours." Said the former queen. She continue her nagged all the time throughout the meals.
"Sorry, mom. I promise to never do it again. Please forgive me. Don't be mad. Or your blood pressure will sky rocketed. I don't want to see you hurt and ill again."
"Humph… You never care about me all these time. Who would care of my health. You boys never even take care of your meals."
"Mom, please forgive us. We will reflect on our behaviour starting now on. Trust me."
"Son, trust is the most expensive thing in the world. It can take years to earn and just a matter of seconds to lose. So, how am I supposed to trust you, when you never work on how to gain my trust. So, do your best."
"She's right, boys. It goes the same for love, if there is no trust, there is no love. Why? Because trust is the first step to love." said the former king. His sudden and silent presence shocked all of the people in the dining room. When heard the opinion from the former king, the three youngsters that sit at the dining table just nodded their head trying to take the information in their mind.
"Darling, where have you been? Have you eat your lunch yet?"
"Dear, I have to take a look at the warriors at the training ground. They will leave the day after tomorrow morning for the war. I need to make sure everything is good to go since you did not allow your son leave the palace at all. All the task and work left on me to handle. And yes, I already have my lunch there."
"Oh, thanks darling. Come sit next to me. I won't bit you. Hehehe…"
"Anyway, Dylan, everything is ready. You can start your plan and brief them later in the evening. You have my permission to go to the training ground. But you must be back before midnight. That's all I can help you with. I'm too old to do more. I want to spend my time with your mother so don't you dare make another trouble and make your mother worry again. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, dad. Thank you."