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Chapter 6: The Devil's Son

All the people within the hall studied the man who had just commented in support of Third Princess Seren's claim regarding the curtain and the flammable oil.

A tall man wearing black clothes with delicate gold embroidery was inspecting the window and the leftover of the curtain with his back facing towards everyone.

He brushed his forefinger along the edge of the window frame and then rubbed the forefinger with the thumb. He chuckled, "Wasteful prodigals."

Who was he? That was the question on everyone's mind. The nobles of Abetha had never seen him and the clothes he wore indicated that he was from another kingdom.

"Are you sure?" asked his companion, who was a man wearing luxurious golden yellow ceremonial clothes meant for royalty.

The guests recognized this man. He was the groom's brother and the Crown Prince of Griven, First Prince Arlan Cromwell.

But who was the one accompanying First Prince Arlan?

The unknown man turned to look at the First Prince. "Check for yourself."

Prince Arlan repeated what his companion did and reached the same conclusion.

"You are right," Arlan confirmed the presence of flammable oil.

The Second Prince of Griven, Lenard Cromwell, and the groom of the political marriage joined them too. He wore the same signature royal clothes from Griven, just like his elder brother, Arlan.

As the three mused over the scene, the crowd shifted and parted to make way for King Armen, who had left his throne to oversee the situation personally.

Both princes from the Kingdom of Griven bowed to the King of Abetha while the unknown man in black clothes remained standing with no change in his expression.

King Armen looked at the young man in black. "King of Megaris!"

The young man nodded in greeting, as they both had the same standing, and there was no need for him to bow to a king of another kingdom.

Hearing what King Armen called the man in black clothes, everyone realized who he was, and whispers echoed within the huge hall.

"Is he that famous Devil's son?"

"After the witch, now we have a devil too. How unlucky!"

"Keep quiet. He is so dangerous that even his father is scared of him."

"True. His father made him king when he was just eighteen, even though from what I heard, his other son was the crown prince."

"No, from what I heard, the previous King of Megaris is not his birth father. He is the devil's son that the queen bore."

"I heard he is vicious and cruel."

"That's why he is a powerful king even though he is just twenty-three. The youngest and cruelest king in the entire continent!"

"Who won't be scared of the devil?"

Thud!

Thud!

The royal guard behind King Armen knocked the base of the javelin in his hand on the marble floor, and the heavy sounds silenced the unruly whispers.

"Pleasure to have you here, King Drayce," said King Armen.

"The pleasure is all mine, King Armen. But, I must say Abetha has a unique way of welcoming their guests," said the young king as he smirked and pointedly looked around at the gossiping crowd.

Everyone felt intimidated by the way this young king looked at them. His red eyes carried a mocking gaze, as if he looked down on others, thinking of them as nothing but lowly creatures.

Though they felt intimidated, their eyes didn't stop gazing at this handsome young man.

King Drayce Ivanov of Megaris was a tall man with an inherently charismatic appearance, his magnetic demeanor captivating enough to make people keep staring at him even though they found him scary as well.

Standing proudly before them was a man with a strong build, with wide shoulders and a long neck, a well-sculpted face with intimidating red eyes. His face was more than handsome with his thick eyebrows, sharp pointy nose, thin lips that carried a light smirk, and fine jawline.

His elbow-length jet black hair was pulled back, half of it tucked at the back of the head and secured with a gold accessory. His black clothes, upon further observation, was in fact the royal clothes of Megaris, and it was tailored perfectly on his well-sculpted body.

Together, all of these added to the dark and intimidating aura he carried.

"Apologies for the kind of welcome King Drayce had to see. I will surely make up for it," said King Armen, his tone polite.

"I'll look forward to it," King Drayce responded.

"Allow me to guide you to your place." King Armen gestured for them to follow him.

The three young men followed the King of Abetha while the rest of the guards escorted them, pushing the crowd away.

'Where is she?'

Drayce looked around to search for the young woman who was being accused, for she did well to protect herself. He was never interested in women in general, but her bold and fearless attitude today made him curious about her.

Upon Drayce's arrival in the hall with the two Griven princes and their own royal guards, instead of an announcement of their entrance, they were welcomed by yells and chaos. They had stopped to check what was going on and heard the entire conversation.

Drayce could not see her face as her back was facing him. The only thing he knew was that she owned long red-brown hair and a dulcet voice with a confident and mocking tone.

'Seems like when I was busy investing to support her pleading to the King, she left,' Drayce concluded and sighed. 'No acknowledgment of my kind intentions. So rude of her.'

He smirked.

As the newcomers crossed the path from the back of the hall towards the throne, the crowd had taken the liberty to observe Drayce. The people of Abetha had heard plenty about the young King of Megaris but never had the chance to see him in person.

They couldn't stop admiring the handsome man who continued walking, not sparing a glance at anyone.

The young women, and even the older and married women, couldn't stop looking at him as if they were in a daze.

"They say devils and witches are enchanting. No wonder, it's the truth," said one older nobleman to his subordinate as he observed the scene in the hall.

The engagement ceremony finally started after a seat was prepared for the King of Megaris.

As Drayce was a good friend of Prince Arlan and he had been in a nearby territory on official business, he joined the brothers to catch up. Afterwards, he was then invited by Arlan to accompany them for his brother's engagement.

"Who is that girl?" Drayce whispered to Arlan.

"First, pay attention to the engagement ceremony," Arlan instructed, whispering back.

"Not interested," Drayce countered.

Arlan gave him a displeased gaze.

"Lenard is not my brother," Drayce countered to that gaze.

"Such a devil," Arlan mumbled, but then, he relented, "Later."

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Chapter 7: The Pair Of Purple Eyes

The engagement ceremony between the Second Prince of Griven and the Second Princess of Abetha finished without a hitch. While the guests were excited about the occasion and busy showering praises on the couple, Drayce had no interest in it. He simply watched from his seat and waited for the celebration to be over, so he could leave to search for something that was stuck in his mind.

After the official ceremony, King Armen invited him for a special banquet along with the princes of Griven, the representatives from other kingdoms, and the Abetha's royal court.

"So how was the journey, King Drayce?" asked the man who introduced himself as Abetha's Minister of Foreign Affairs, Darus Count.

Drayce only looked at him and then picked up a finely crafted silver wine glass to continue drinking. He didn't find the question worth answering, and it was the knight behind him who spoke mockingly in his stead.

"Everything was fine till a group of soldiers wearing Abethan military clothes attacked us in the mountain ranges bordering your kingdom."

"Soldiers with some sloppy skills," added another Megaris knight. His eyes carried the same type of pride as his King's, looking down on others.

This declaration surprised not only King Armen but also the rest of the special banquet attendees. The officials of the royal court of Abetha turned silent while those from other kingdoms whispered among themselves.

With furrowed brows, King Armen looked at the Military General who was also present there. "Is this true?"

The Military General stood up and bowed to the King. "Your Majesty, as per my knowledge, there was no such movement from our army stationed at the borders."

The King of Abetha looked at the Minister of the Royal Investigation Bureau and ordered, "I need the full report about it by tomorrow!"

"King Armen should calm down," said Drayce. "As my knights have said, those men wore Abetha's military clothes, but their skills were sloppy. From what I heard, Abethan soldiers are one of the most well-trained armies renowned for their combat skills."

King Armen was surprised by the praise. "Still, we need to investigate this properly to give you and your men an explanation."

"Your Majesty, according to our analysis, those men are highly likely rebels or thieves hired to create misunderstandings between our kingdoms," said the knight accompanying Drayce.

"Why would someone do it?" asked a minister from Griven Royal court.

Drayce looked at him and smirked, "I'm sure there is a good reason."

The way Drayce looked at the minister made him wary of this young king who looked like he harbored evil thoughts in his mind all the time.

The atmosphere within the banquet became uncomfortable. Drayce decided to drop the subject.

"I am still curious about that particular incident that welcomed me in the great hall," he said with a light smile before turning to look at his friend, Arlan. "Aren't you?"

Arlan could see his friend was in a playful mood and sided with him. He looked at the King of Abetha. "I am sure your Royal Investigation Bureau must have solved the mystery by now."

"King Drayce was indeed right about the flammable oil," King Armen replied.

"I just thought to check the credibility of that young lady's statement. Indeed, her nose caught the right thing," Drayce commented.

King Armen didn't react to his response as he didn't wish to continue on this topic. Not only him, but the rest of Abetha's nobles avoided talking about the Third Princess.

Arlan looked at Drayce. Only now did he understand why his friend brought up the burning curtain incident when he never liked to meddle in others' business even if someone was about to die.

However, Drayce ignored the discomfort of the crowd and insisted, "I am curious who the lady is."

"It will be better if King Drayce won't ask more about her," said the oldest-looking man among the court ministers. From his expression, he seemed not to like the identity of that accused lady. King Armen chose to remain silent. He had his reasons.

"May I know why?" asked Drayce.

"Your Majesty, she is the... our Third Princess," King Armen's adviser clarified before the old minister could talk. "Misunderstandings are bound to happen within the royal family, and it is not polite for us to talk about internal affairs of the family."

"There is no misunderstanding! She is a witch, and we all know that!" the old minister rebuked.

"The Royal Investigation Bureau has evidence that it was not her doing. Therefore the Third Princess is innocent." Although the King's adviser replied politely, he was chastising the old minister with a glare.

Drayce found their bickering interesting.

"Witch?" Drayce mumbled and looked at his friend. Hearing this, he understood why Arlan was reluctant to tell him things about Abetha's Third Princess.

Drayce's sight shifted to the old minister who couldn't keep his mouth shut, much less restrain his disdain in front of the royal family. He could not tell if the older man was simply brave or if he had gone mad.

"Why shouldn't I know about her?" Drayce asked.

"There is nothing good about witches," the old man replied simply.

"What about devils?" Drayce asked, a light evil smirk painted on his lips.

Everyone knew about the King of Megaris being rumored to be a devil's son. Gossips had been going around in the palace since he arrived, but as this was a reputation he deliberately maintained, he did not shirk from it. In fact, he tacitly acknowledged it as a powerful tool to intimidate his opponents.

The change in these snobbish people's expressions upon hearing him say the word 'devil' was something he enjoyed.

'No wonder that girl could outsmart these idiots.'

His red eyes scanned their twisted faces while enjoying his wine.

Because of his words, hushed whispers about witches and devils filled the banquet. Everyone's expressions looked highly disturbed.

Even the King of Abetha, who was known for his calmness, was no exception. Though he did his best to hide it, Drayce had observed that the older man had a complicated look in his eyes upon the mention of his third daughter.

'It's making me even curious about her,' Drayce smirked.

"I hope King Drayce will enjoy the food." King's advisor tried to salvage the awkward atmosphere as he pulled out a light smile and diverted the topic.

Drayce could see the adviser trying his best to talk instead of King Armen, especially whenever it was about the Third Princess.

The feast was concluded after the guests and officials found their bearings back and talked about the various issues regarding their kingdoms and how they could solve them together.

Afterward, the royal family arranged for Drayce and the representatives from other kingdoms to stay and rest up. Drayce stood at the balcony of his room, looking outside and observing the part of the palace grounds visible from there.

His sight shifted towards the large winding river that flowed beyond the castle walls. It reminded him of something, and he stood staring at it in a daze.

"What are you thinking about so deeply?" a familiar voice asked behind him. It was Arlan, who did not even knock upon entering his room.

"A pair of purple eyes," Drayce replied, still looking at the winding river.


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