It started the second Caius took her hands and led her away from the new topic she was about to start up. Raziah knew the negativity had been getting the best of her, and she was so swayed by it that she had been willing to actually sit between them during such an occasion, in front of so many piercing and watching eyes. She was thankful Caius had shown up, or else she would have definitely taken her seat and continued her conversation with the prince from where she left off.
As the joy-filled child lead her away from them, the hall grew quiet once again. Raziah needn’t turn around to know that someone had shown up again, but she wasn’t interested in seeing whoever it was and had just concentrated on handing Caius the plates he so desired. She made sure he was holding it well before she removed her grip.
Gazing to her right, she found Malcolm talking with Taj. Four of the king’s warriors had been situated at each corner of the room, and they were putting on a new set of armor. It sparkled in the dark, and they looked more like knights than warriors. Indah and Fertiti had their long hair gorgeously made around their head. While Indah went with a plaited back accompanied by some hot bangs, Fertiti looked perfect with a one-sided bun to the left, with a lock of curly hair falling to her right. Taj had his hair tied shortly to the curve of his head with a few locks escaping the hold, and then there was Felix who looked like a true knight with coffee brown hair not too different from what she usually saw, but he now has this cape attached to his armor, informing everyone that he was the leader.
She wondered what Malcolm was talking about with Taj, and Caius was already skipping away from her when he heard him groan right behind her.
"May I have this dance, Aragon’s Bride?"
Whipping around as quickly as she could, she immediately swept down and caught him just before his butt could hit the ground. Luckily, his grip on the plate hadn’t faltered and Raziah helped him back to his feet and snapped her hard gaze up to see who the hell ran into the small boy.
A moment of silence flew by, and Raziah almost laughed at her stupid her imagination had become. What could Zoan be doing here? His white eyes lingered on Caius for a second, before he slowly met her frigid gaze on him. The fact that no one around was panicking, and the warriors didn’t move from their positions was almost enough confirmation that he was allowed to be here.
She noticed this time his dressing was very expressive and spoke of only Royalty, which had her brows creasing in confusion. Was he...a King? Prince?!!
Almost like he could read her mind, he stretched out his hand this time, "Prince Cerzoan Odysseus of Erandell, your highness." He gave her a quick and curt now, leaving her speechless for a few seconds.
She never knew he was a prince. No wonder he looked so much like her husband, they had to be brothers.
His arms were still extended to her as he waited patiently for her to place her hand on his. Raziah noticed this time he was wearing a small headband, and hadn’t bothered to make his hair since it looked so disheveled on his head. His porcelain eyes didn’t hold as much apathy as her husband’s, and those eyes were very odd. How could someone have such color of eyes? Is it possible that he is able to shift his eye color? Or was it all natural?
"Don’t keep a gentleman waiting...Goldy." He said almost in a vibrating whisper, and Raziah just wanted to tackle him down right now. What the hell was Goldy? It can’t be a nickname, right? She would stomp on his face if it was.
"I don’t feel like dancing," She replied gruffly.
"Are you sure? My brother is on his way to probably ask you now," He was glancing behind her with sparkling irises, and Raziah’s hands had already moved on his own. She didn’t feel the goosebumps that came with her husband’s presence so she knew Zoan must have been messing with her, but it was already too late because her fingers had already made contact with his warm ones...and she was being taken to the dance floor where others were already spinning around.
Raziah didn’t understand why there was a smile on his face now as he pulled her into the standard position for their dance. His palm was resting around the middle of her back, and hers were hanging by his shoulders with a good distance between their bodies. They followed the flow of the music in the background, and Raziah’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"Tell me everything, you don’t have to worry about anyone eavesdropping."
"Eavesdrop? They can hear everything, can’t they?" She asked.
"No. I’m not entirely sure of what you think about Vampires and witches, but they aren’t allowed to eavesdrop on anyone’s conversation unless it’s critical to know what they’re talking about. Vampires aren’t just blood-sucking monsters, and witches aren’t just spell-casting beings, we have ethics and rules guiding our existence," He explained as extensively as he could. Noticing how curious and how concentrated she was about his words that she didn’t even blink the whole time, Zoan’s curved lips stretched a little wider. He was slowly resembling his brother with the wicked smirks, but there was a significant difference between the way they smile, "Your husband... still hasn’t explained anything...to you?"
She took a second to reply, "It’s not in my best interest to know more about you guys but unfortunately, I’m married to a monster now, so..."
"So my monster of a brother hasn’t taken the time to explain anything to you? At all? And no one has?"
Raziah asked herself where exactly Zoan was getting at, but she couldn’t find her answer. Or is he trying to put her against her husband? If that was the case, he needn’t stress himself on that because she was more than sure that she and her husband aren’t on good terms, "No."
"Well isn’t that interesting? I’m sort of looking forward to what happens next too." He responded as his smoky pearl irises danced around his globes, right before a burst of horrendous laughter fell out of his mouth. His chest rumbled in amusement, leaving Raziah wishing she could at least read his mind to know what was so terribly funny about what they were discussing.
"You’re...his twin brother, right?" Raziah just had to ask at least because they weren’t any other visible differences in their facial structures apart from the obvious ones.
"Elder brother." He corrected without hesitation, making her brows furrow. It was a little hard to believe his words because of their striking resemblance. He didn’t look like he was lying even though the smirk was still plastered on his face. Wait, if he was the elder brother, doesn’t that mean...
"The Throne..." She drawled out softly as her eyes widened, "That’s your throne, isn’t it?" She finished, and she didn’t know why she had to hold her breath as she awaited his answer. She felt like she was standing on a thread, like everything was riding on that one answer...and he did give it to her instantly.
But it wasn’t quite what she was expecting at all, and his reply didn’t come in form of words.
And what he did... stirred the unmoving King’s emotionless eyes.
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