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Chapter 17 - Over my Dead Body

Prince Kaelix sat on the plush chaise in the grand sitting room of Zephyros Palace, his fingers drumming impatiently on his knee. The room, adorned with ancient paintings and hunting trophies, reeked of the rich scent of incense.

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the high walls, where paintings of past rulers, victorious battles, and mythical creatures told the story of Zephyros' glorious history. But Kaelix had little interest in the past today. His thoughts were consumed by the unwelcome future.

Across from him, Lysander and Draven, his two cousins, lounged comfortably. They were both trying to suppress grins, their mischievous smiles betraying their intentions to tease Kaelix relentlessly.

Lysander, the elder of the two, leaned back in his chair, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. His dark eyes twinkled with amusement as he observed his cousin. Known for his sharp wit and even sharper tongue, Lysander was a strategist in the royal council, always finding humor in the gravest of situations. He wore a deep burgundy tunic, simple yet elegant, accented by a gold-trimmed belt that glinted in the firelight.

Draven, younger and more boisterous, sat cross-legged on the floor, his sandy hair falling into his eyes as he grinned up at Kaelix. His tunic, a forest green that matched the color of his eyes, clung to his muscular frame, showing the physique of a warrior.

Draven was always ready for a challenge, be it in the training grounds or in matters of the heart. He had a knack for turning any situation into a game, but even he could sense the underlying tension in the room.

"Kaelix," Lysander began, his voice dripping with mock concern, "shouldn't you be with the council, waiting for your bride-to-be?"

Kaelix scoffed, his azure eyes narrowing. "He doesn't deserve my presence," he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. The words came out with a bitterness that even surprised him.

Draven chuckled, nudging Lysander. "Come on, Kaelix, don't be such a baby. You might actually fall for him."

The room filled with laughter, but Kaelix remained stone-faced, his jaw set in a hard line. "Never," he declared, his voice cold and firm. "That will be over my dead body."

Lysander's smirk softened into a more serious expression. "That's a strong word to use, cousin. Are you really that opposed to the marriage?"

Kaelix glared at him, his irritation evident. "What do you think, Lysander? This whole thing is a farce. They think sending their weakest will somehow make us stronger?"

Draven raised an eyebrow. "It's a strategic move, Kaelix. Their resources could bolster our strength."

Kaelix sneered at the thought. "Resources? I don't need resources. I need a partner who can stand by my side, not some delicate flower who will wilt at the first sign of trouble."

Lysander leaned forward, his tone more serious now. "Kaelix, you're letting your pride cloud your judgment. This marriage isn't just about you. It's about the future of our kingdom."

Kaelix's expression hardened. "I won't let them think they can tame us with a Nexarian prince. I'll make sure this Prince Eirik knows his place."

Draven shook his head, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "You're making this about dominance, Kaelix, when it should be about partnership. Eirik is making a sacrifice for his people, just as you are for ours. Give him a chance."

Kaelix stood abruptly, pacing the length of the room, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor. "A chance? Do you know what it feels like to have your life decided for you? To be forced into a marriage with someone you've never met?"

Lysander watched him closely, his eyes filled with concern. "No one is asking you to like the situation, Kaelix. But you can't approach it with hostility. Treating Eirik like an enemy from the start will only lead to more conflict."

Kaelix's fists clenched at his sides, his frustration boiling over. "I won't let that pampered prince think he can waltz into Zephyros and expect me to welcome him with open arms."

Draven sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Kaelix, this isn't just about you anymore. The stability of our kingdom is at stake. We need this alliance."

"An alliance?" Kaelix spat the word like it was poison. "Do you know how humiliating it is to be forced into a marriage because our kingdom can't stand on its own?"

Lysander rose from his chair, walking over to Kaelix and placing a hand on his shoulder. "This isn't about humiliation, Kaelix. It's about survival. Valeidio's resources are crucial to our future, and Eirik is the key to securing them."

Kaelix shrugged off his cousin's hand, turning away to stare out the window at the darkening sky. "I'm not a puppet, Lysander. I won't pretend to be something I'm not. If they thinks he can control me or change me, they're in for a rude awakening."

Draven pushed himself up from the floor, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "No one is asking you to change, Kaelix. We're just asking you to be open-minded. Give the marriage a chance to work. It doesn't have to be a prison sentence."

Kaelix snorted, his breath fogging up the cold glass as he stared into the night. "A chance? For what? So I can play nice with a man who represents everything I despise? Soft, delicate, and sheltered. He doesn't know what it means to fight for survival, to earn respect through strength."

Lysander exchanged a worried glance with Draven. "Kaelix, you're being unfair. Eirik might have his own strengths, ones that might complement yours if you give him a chance. You're both are making sacrifices in your own way."

Kaelix turned to face his cousins, his expression one of sheer determination. "I'll make sure Eirik realizes he's not welcome here. This marriage will be a trial by fire for him. If he survives, maybe then I'll consider him worthy. Until then, he's nothing but an unwanted burden."

Draven's jaw tightened, his patience wearing thin. "You're being stubborn, Kaelix. Don't let your anger blind you to what's best for Zephyros. We're stronger together than divided."

Kaelix's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Strength? You talk about strength as if it can be shared. Strength is earned, not given. And I'll make sure Eirik earns every bit of it if he wants to survive here."

Lysander sighed deeply, his tone turning more pleading. "Cousin, we're not your enemies. We're your family. We want what's best for you and our kingdom. Just… think about it. Don't let your hatred destroy what could be a powerful alliance."

Kaelix's gaze softened slightly, but his resolve remained unshaken. "I understand your concerns, Lysander, but I've made my decision. I won't let this marriage dictate my life. I won't be a puppet on strings."

Draven stepped forward, his expression firm. "You know, Kaelix, you're not the only one making sacrifices here. Eirik is leaving behind his home, his family, everything he knows. Show him some acknowledgment for that."

Kaelix stared at Draven, a flicker of doubt crossing his features before his stubbornness took hold again. "Acknowledgment? What good is acknowledgment when it's forced? He's being sent here like a lamb to the slaughter, and believe me, I plan to slaughter him like a lamb he was."

Lysander shook his head, exasperated. "You're impossible, Kaelix. All we're asking is for you to be civil, to give this marriage a chance. If not for yourself, then for the kingdom."

Kaelix's eyes narrowed, his voice cold and unyielding. "I'll give him a chance, but it will be on my terms. He'll have to prove himself if he wants to stay here. I won't make it easy for him."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the tension palpable. Lysander and Draven exchanged one last look, both of them realizing that they had done all they could for now. They turned to leave, but Draven paused at the door, fixing Kaelix with a stern gaze.

"Remember, Kaelix," Draven said quietly, "hatred is a double-edged sword. It can cut both ways. Don't let it consume you."

With that, the two brothers left the room, the heavy doors closing behind them with a resonant thud. Kaelix remained, staring out into the night, his thoughts swirling with conflicting emotions. He knew they were right in some ways, but the bitterness and anger in his heart were not so easily dismissed.

"I understand that," Kaelix muttered to the empty room, his voice barely above a whisper, "but it doesn't make this any easier."