The Imperial Palace
Seated on ornate thrones, the Emperor and Empress exchanged knowing glances, their eyes reflecting a deep, shared understanding.
Abel sat, utterly dumbfounded, casting perplexed glances at them both.
"Seriously, what in the world?" Abel muttered, scratching his head in confusion, "This is not going anywhere. Mother, father. What is with this tension? At least share something."
The Empress snapped her fingers, a realization dawning upon her. Abel stared at her speechless. The Emperor nodded, agreeing, "That's a brilliant idea."
Abel's patience wearing thin, he spoke, "Can you two just stop with the telepathy already?"
"Imagine a grand banquet, an event unfolding like a long-concealed treasure." The Empress's eyes lit up expressing, "A banquet where laughter, stories, and the melodies would blend into a celebration of enduring connections that could withstand even the test of time..." she added lost in her thoughts.
"Summon our most trusted advisers," the Emperor declared with solemnity in abrupt action. Abel stared at them, a nervous bead of sweat forming on his head, utterly flummoxed. "Could someone explain what's going on???" he wondered aloud.
Walking across the town, Raven and Draven followed a pathway. At the left, a vibrant man performed a sorcery performance. He conjured ethereal light, weaving illusions of mythical creatures, dancing flames, and swirling winds, leaving the crowd in awe. Applause filled the air, as the man took a bow, revealing a smile.
Tugging Draven, Raven spoke up, "Brother Draven! This is my absolute favourite spot, you know why?" she spun around gracefully, her eyes fixated on the mesmerising magic tricks the man performed using his unique abilities.
"Why's that?" Draven's curiosity was piqued as he asked.
Raven's eyes sparkled as she responded, "You might think these shows are just for little kids, but I can't help but be captivated by them. Ever since I was young, I've been enchanted by these performances...I remember all those spells brother Arawn used to cast. They were appealing. I guess I've never really outgrown it. Maybe it's because my own magic skills are... well, let's just say a work in progress."
Draven's lips curled into a playful smile. "Hey now, don't feel bad. Your magic capabilities must be awesome!"
Raven gazed at him touched, until a sudden realisation made her stammer, "Oh no! I completely forgot... I sneaked away without asking mother for permission. She would be cross!"
Draven gently patted her shoulder, offering comfort. "Relax, Little Raven. I'm here for you. Remember how we used to sneak out in our childhood? You were always hanging on to me. You were so tiny back then. Haha."
A rush of past memories flooded Raven's mind, leaving her momentarily silent. A tender smile slowly curved her lips as she replied, her voice soft, "How can I ever forget?"
Draven chuckled ever so lightly, "Your innocence was always a treasure."
Raven beamed at his response, feeling contented yet slightly embarrassed. "Okay. L... Let's just focus on the performance," she told. However a thought lingered, "... Maybe deep down, I am still that child..." she held deep inside.
Knights Training Base
"Hahaha. This was a good one. Pfft." Enya giggled clapping her hands twice.
Elix pouted cross, his gaze narrowing at her, "What's so funny? Scolding isn't meant to be a joke."
Rowan smiled complexly as Enya carried on, "Ah. By the way... come to think of it, thanks to you, I had to taunt your leader. Poor guy must've felt terrible. I was wrong."
The three of them lounged on the benches. With one leg crossed over the other, Enya leaned back and crossed her arms, dramatically sighing, "Got me insulted in front of the 2nd squad leader..."
Elix faced her sighing exasperated, "Just let it go. He probably doesn't even remember now. Of course. Who would even want to remember you?" Enya furrowed her brows sitting straight, "You have the nerve! Say sorry. Grab those ears." she told rolling her sleeves.
Elix confused asked, "Whose ears? Yours?" Enya shot him an incredulous look, her tone dripping with irony, "Yours."
Elix blinked, his realization dawning, "Oh."
Rowan chuckled softly finding amusement in the bicker.
Enya suddenly realising stood up, looking sideways in a hurry soon grabbing her parchments. Stepping forward, she began to walk away. Rowan raised an eyebrow inquisitively, "Where are you off to?" Elix's gaze followed her.
Enya glanced back at Rowan, a smirk resting on her lips, "Me? Off to conquer life." she answered confidently before breaking into a run.
Elix furrowed his brows puzzled, "Conquer what?" But before he could finish his sentence, Rowan's chuckle filled the air.
Enya dusted her clothes, making sure she looks presentable. With resolute steps, she crossed the cobblestone street and entered the newly opened library, marvelling at the shelves lined with books.
The librarian, a stern but kind-looking young lady, noticed Enya and approached,
"Greetings, young one. How may I assist you?"
Enya smiled, "Well. Hello. Good day, aun- I mean-Miss. I am Enya Verne, a knight. I've, uh, heard about this library's need for assistants and, well, I'm eager to offer my help."
"... A knight, you say? A female cavalier? Hmm... What makes you interested in a job like this?"
Enya confused still smiled answering, "I kind of possess a deep love for knowledge," Her memories of aiming to study the best flooded in her mind as she continued, "And... Um...the written word too. I believe my passion for learning and my dedication to duty might make me a nice candidate for this role." Yet deep down, she secretly cried, "Oh no. My good lady, I am in dire need of money!!!"
The lady raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Enya's words. Her gaze narrowed while keenly observing her,
"You have a strong determination. But it's an unusual request. How can I be sure you'll prioritize this duty?"
Enya smirked, "I understand that a library is not a battlefield, but both require discipline, attention to detail, and a desire to serve. Neither do I have a special lot to say for myself nor do I have much to offer in terms of credentials, but I do understand how to seek a balance between my roles."
The lady paused, considering Enya's words.
"Very well, Enya. I shall give you a chance to prove your commitment. Assist us till early evening, and if you prove your dedication, we shall discuss more permanent arrangements."
"Thank you, Miss. I won't disappoint you." Enya offered a respectful bow, her gloved hands holding out a stack of parchments.
"The name's Mary." the lady said as she took the parchments.
Enya nodded.
The Imperial Palace (The Emperor's Study)
The room was adorned with opulent tapestries, each depicting scenes of history and unity. Seated behind a bronze desk, the Emperor surveyed a spread of maps detailing the realms. Abel entered, his demeanour a blend of curiosity and respect, as the Emperor's gaze lifted,
"Come in, my son. I have something to discuss."
Abel bowed with respect and took a seat, his eyes fixed on the Emperor as he questioned, "What do you wish to discuss, Father?" For a moment, his attention wandered, catching sight of Arawn, who stood against the corner of a wall with his arms folded.
The Emperor leaned forward, "It's about the upcoming celebration, the banquet. I've been contemplating a way to make it truly remarkable."
Abel intrigued responded, "A remarkable event, huh?" The Emperor explained, "Indeed. Invitations have been extended to all the guests, and preparations are underway in the meantime as well. The sooner, the better. Welcoming our most trusted guests and expressing our true commitment is what's needed to strengthen bonds. Afterall, that has always been our tradition, and it holds great significance."
Understanding dawned on Abel, his eyes lighting up, "A tradition where actions speak louder than words, symbolizing our bonds..."
"Exactly. Your mother and I envisioned a surprise banquet, a hidden celebration within the special hall."
Abel gasped fascinated, "Surprise banquet?"
"Yes. We will guide our guests tomorrow evening to the rear side of the Palace, facing the residences of our esteemed visitors. There, they will discover the hall transformed into a breif yet lively celebration of beauty and camaraderie."
"An enchanting concept, Father. And the secrecy adds an air of excitement. You should have mentioned this earlier." Abel chuckled.
"Personally, we want this banquet to emphasise the power of a strengthened alliance and the power of personal relationships." The Emperor stated.
"A celebration that goes beyond politics, uniting hearts." Abel held touched.
"This decision can still be amended for betterment. Hence, precisely. I value your insights, my son. What are your thoughts?" Abel's eyes reflected a deep sense of commitment, "I'm deeply moved by the idea, Father. It not only showcases our commitment but also captures the traditional essence of our realm's spirit. I support it wholeheartedly."
The Emperor briefly halted, his gaze distant, before continuing, "Bear in mind, my son, that secrecy carries both excitement and the burden of vigilance. Unforeseen challenges may arise."
Abel, with a thoughtful expression, nodded and replied, "Indeed, father, I understand the significance of being vigilant in such matters. There may be threats of covert breakthrough. Considering that Cathartic realm has been silent observers for long....But still. I will ensure that every detail is carefully handled to ensure a memorable and secure event for all."
Pride gleamed in the Emperor's eyes as he smiled at Abel, "Let us make the procedures as soon as my schedule permits. You may take your leave for now," he said, dismissing Abel.
As Abel left the room, a lingering tension filled the air. Shifting his gaze slightly, the Emperor beheld Arawn, his tone taking on a severe note, "Now then, any idea how you'd play your part?"
With his back turned to the Emperor, Arawn maintained a steady, composed voice as he fixed a sharp, narrowed gaze upon him,
"I know how well your awareness of the truth is...Your tactics may influence Abel, but certainly not me."
Imperial Garden
The Empress strolled along a winding path, the gentle wind carrying the scent of blooming flowers. She noticed Draven seated on a stone bench, lost in thoughts. With a warm smile, she approached him.
"A peaceful weather, isn't it?" The Empress spoke up.
Startled, Draven looked up and rose to his feet. He bowed respectfully,
"Your Majesty. Pardon my intrusion."
The Empress smiled, "No intrusion at all, my dear child. This garden is meant to be enjoyed by all."
Draven settled relaxed, "... Father sure seems to be enjoying the meeting with the chief adviser." he gasped considering that King Edgar had been occupied with him this whole time.
The Empress gave a nod as Draven continued exhaling, "The palace gardens are a tranquil escape from the formalities within."
The Empress affirmed, "You think so? Well, indeed. A place to catch one's breath and clear one's thoughts."
The Empress's eyes sparkled with intrigue, "... Hmm. All that awaits is a change of events..." her voice a hushed melody that echoed through the fragrant air.
"A lavish hall illuminated with chandeliers, casts an ethereal glow upon all. Amid the soft whispers of gathered people, secrets uncovered, and contentment mingling, a pleasing symphony of voices blends into the very air itself crafting an enchanting tale."
Pausing for a moment, her gaze met Draven, "Treasured bonds rekindled, ...shadows lurking, whispers dismissed as hearts open akin to pages of a shared story... Ah, Draven dear, what are your sentiments? The silent promises yet grief carried with the breeze, the everlasting bonds that even time could not tarnish..."
Her words were gentle and poetic as if they held more than just descriptions—the aura shrouding a mysterious calm.
Draven gazed at her, awed by her words deeply. While a touch of ambiguity remained, the melody of her speech was undeniably pleasing to the ears.