"What have you decided on?" she continued, her voice taking on a tenderer tone.
"Nothing yet, mother. I still am unable to know the way out." Yorian voice finally through the heavy silence that hung thick after his mother's endless questions.
"You have to find a way. Right now, people are dying and if action is not taken, our enemies will use this situation to their favor. You know that so called uncle of yours is eagerly waiting for a situation like this." Queen Zavana's heart was heavy as she reminds her son the danger looming if a solution is not found right away.
"I know, I know mother." The King was expressionless as he spoke. No one knew the evil of the lord of western Domara better than him. his uncle Bolton is worse than any can imagine.
Queen Zavana took a heavy breath, moving closer, she took Yorian's hand onto hers, "I have a solution."
Yorian held onto his mother's hand tightly, raising his head. The King's red eyes beamed with glow. Her words sent shivers down his spine. "Tell me mother. What can I do?"
"A king sacrifices everything for his people be it his own life. You know Yorian, since the pandemic has started, I couldn't have a night of sleep thinking on a possible way out." The Queen gave her son a reassuring smile as she continues, "So I sent out my people to do more research on that girl." The queens sentence ended with a cliffhanger leaving Yorian to wonder who the girl could be.
"I have been hearing about the girl for a while now that's why when the pandemic arises, I sent them to make more research on her. So, it turns out there is a way out." Queen Zavana spoke. She had initially kept mute on the matter regarding the girl to see if there was another way out but it turned out otherwise.
And now, it so happens to be that the girl is the crown's salvation. "As a mother," she advised, "You must prioritize the well-being of your people. I see a king consumed by despair. Yorian, you must send a raven to Grandvest. Marry that girl; she is Domara's only hope. You are the king. Later, you can have as many wives as you desire. You will choose your own queen. But for now, Domara needs its king."
"Send a raven to Grandvest. She is your only option. If your father were alive, he would never allow his people to suffer. But the decision is yours." Queen Zavana concluded, rising to her feet and leaving the king to ponder his choice.
In the distant kingdom of Alvanova, Lykaios, the Wolf king, tended to his pets, feeding them their share of food. Nearby, his knights and trusted advisor stood guard.
"What is it?" came the kings rough voice.
"Your highness, a letter from Domara." Egon replied the man while waiting for the order to read it out.
Lykaios's face turned black, a letter from Domara? At this time. is Yorian alright? The thought that something might have happen to his dear friend hit him hard.
With a hand wave, he signaled for Egon to read the letter out loud for him.
"Prepare for a journey to Grandvest." Lykaios commanded.
Upon hearing the king, his right- hand man Egon, bowed and left to do as he was told. Prepare for a journey to Grandvest the man said. But then why the human kingdom?
"The Master of Coin, Lord of the Northern Alvanova, Lord Lucian is arriving." The guard announced.
"Long life the king of Alvanova." Lord Lucian. Step brother to the king of Alvanova. The master of coin bowed in respect as he greeted the king.
The king though was rather expressionless as his brother spoke. He threw the last batch of grey in his hand at the pets he was feeding before taking a seat and signaling for the man standing in front of him to do the same.
"The citizens are being stubborn. No taxes are being paid. All they do is complain about the hike in food stuffs." The Lord Lucian explained taking his gaze away from the king's scrutinizing eyes.
Lykaios shifted in his seat, crossing his legs. He stared at the man before him, finally speaking. "Your intelligence is why I appointed you as Master of Coin. So, what are your suggestions, Lord Lucian?"
"Your Majesty, we must carefully strategize to address the rising food prices." Lord Lucian replied. He then stepped forward presenting what he had brought along with him then continued. "I have some few suggestions here." He added handing the king the note he had specially made.
The line between Lykaios's brows deepened. "Hah! you see, that's why I made you the great Master of Coin." the king remarked, taking the note from his brother.
But Lucian didn't take it as a complement. He was well aware his step brother was making fun of him and not praising him. he knew the man way better to think of the impossible.
Lykaios's mere presence screamed with rugged authority, his aura alone was more than enough for some of his enemies to admit defeat and run away at just the sight of him.
All this are what the people think not him. and those running aware at just the sight of the man are cowards. Lykaios scares them outside but not him.
He Lucian Draven is not threatened by anyone and shall never be. He soon quickly composed himself waiting patiently for the king who was busy going through the note he brought.
"Is there something else?" Suddenly the king asked causing Lucian to gulp hard.
Lykaios who had been reading the note his brother brought handed back the man's property to him.
"That's all my king." Lord Lucian retorted.
Lykaios signed taking a look at his brother before saying, "I hope you will address this issue soon."
"Yes, your majesty," Lucian dutifully answered.