Naria is supposed to be a kingdom mostly populated by humans. In fact, there’s hardly supposed to be anything out of the ordinary around, especially the Royal palace itself. And that was why as soon as Aragon placed his foot inside of it, he confirmed his suspicions that something had gone wrong somewhere. Keeping the supernatural community at a balance was one of his main roles as the King of Erandell, and it’s a shame that since the people living at Naria were all humans, they might feel the unease but won’t be able to pinpoint exactly what was wrong.
Aragon didn’t want to dive directly into the topic, so as he conversed with King Octavius, he indirectly asked the old man if there was anything he couldn’t seem to understand going on, especially in the palace. Octavius, being a wise man, had easily picked the main points in the question and Aragon could see him getting skittish to give him the answer he wanted. Aragon wouldn’t have wanted to push, but Raziah, his wife was here, and with everything that has been going on around her, he wouldn’t let her own hometown prove to be difficult too. He didn’t just decide to make a detour here at Naria for nothing. Two reasons had him coming here.
Raziah has been acting a lot worse than before. She never really talked to him anymore and was back to replying with a one-word answer. He’s seen the way she talked much more comfortably and naturally to her maid and the warrior that came to see her, so he thought bringing her here to spend a day or two would automatically make her feel better again. Secondly, they’re supposed to meet the third person that would be escorting them to their true destination.
When Aragon noticed Octavius wouldn’t easily tell him what he needed to know, he thought of many possible ways to extract the answers as easily as a snap of fingers from the old man, but he found himself being very careful and hesitant to lay a finger on the man that gave birth to the woman he was in love with, so instead, he went with the long method of doing things. He listened carefully to everything the old man said about his family and watched every little expression that crossed the man’s face. As he did, he learned every the smallest of details that no one would have picked up about the royal family of Octavius and Naria as a whole. One vital thing he understood was that the old man didn’t talk much about his daughter, or how she related with her brothers and mother, then there was this small frown that passed the man’s eyes too when he mentioned his second son, Prince Theon and Princess Raziah being a little closer to each other than the other brothers while they were young.
After their little conversation which ended with a little promise about compliance and good relationship between both kingdoms, Aragon excused himself and left the room. Something seemed fishy as he thought about asking someone around to tell him where his wife’s room was located, but most of them just kept blinking confused, like they’d never heard Raziah’s name before in the palace. He finally found a maid whom was able to show him the way to her room, and everything was just too suspicious not to take into consideration.
Felix did tell him on the day of her introduction that Raziah was the king’s secret daughter, but how much lies in that secret he had? Was it only a few amounts of people that knew she existed? Why would they keep her existence as a secret from the whole world till now?
And then, footsteps approached him.
As soon as whoever it was came into Aragon’s range of perception, he just knew he had found whom he was looking for. He stopped walking so the person could reach him. Judging from his clothes, the person was from the royal family and definitely one of the Princes of Naria, and from the way King Octavius had described all of his sons, Aragon just knew the one approaching him was Theon, said to be the closest to his wife.
The horrific way Aragon was glaring at him was enough to make Theon pause in his steps about five feet away, and consider the new face he was staring at. Hell, he couldn’t even look directly into Aragon’s eyes for more than five seconds before he instantly lowered his gaze, though he had managed to sight the mark of the falcon emblem, imprinted on Aragon’s clothes right there on his chest. And Everyone knows the falcon is like the flag of Erandell.
It was just the two of them there, and you could evidently see Theon with his legs trembling. He couldn’t even hide it, and all he could think of was to just run away, if that would be the easy way out of this. He had heard the rumors that the King of Erandell who happened to be Raziah’s husband was in the palace and he had thought that was perfect for what he had in mind, but then he also remembered being strictly warned that things might turn upside down for him faster than he can ever imagine, and he didn’t know there was a person, whom was a prince like him, could suddenly feel like a slave in front of, that had offended his master, and was about to be brought to justice.
Right now he felt even less than a slave.
An ant, about to be trampled on repeatedly by a giant till there’s nothing left of him and that was just the kind of feeling being brought to him by the man’s extremely dark and burning eyes.
"You..." Aragon hissed at him, a deadly look flickering in his eyes, "What have you done to yourself?!" His voice was extremely low, almost like a whisper but the deep and plummeting tone that came with it had Theon flinching back as if he had just been physically burnt.
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