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Chapter 30: Strategy To Rescue The Prince

Note- Due to chapter-length adjustment, some part of the previous chapter has been shifted down to this chapter. 

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Drayce was in his room, accompanied by Arlan and his two knights, who were like friends to him. 

The four men were standing in front of a wooden table, looking at the detailed map of the royal palace with interest. Drayce looked at Arlan, who was standing beside him, with a gaze close to admiration. "You are worthy of being my friend."

Arlan gave him an unpleasant look. The prince was already not happy about giving his friend something that he should not have, and his words just now felt like rubbing salt to his wound. "Thank you so much for thinking so highly of me, Your Majesty."

Drayce knew how upset his friend was but could only smile at his sulking behavior. Just as he was to tease him again, Drayce went silent as he heard something and signaled everyone to keep quiet. 

Servants could be heard passing the corridor in front of the room and talking among themselves.

"It's definitely because of that witch."

"True, we all saw she did black magic."

"Poor Prince Cian."

"Didn't Prince Cian care for her and even asked His Majesty to take her out of the tower?"

"Yes, and because of her, Prince Cian was punished for leaving the palace."

"Ungrateful witch! Didn't spare her own brother!"

"His Majesty will realize the truth soon and banish her out of Abetha."

"Banish her, huh? Witches should be burned!"

"If I can, I will be the first one to burn her."

Hearing their words, Drayce clenched his fists as his red eyes turned fiery. 

"What happened?" Arlan asked. Although he did hear people talking outside, he didn't catch the content of their conversation.

Drayce merely  instructed, "You should go and visit King Armen."

"Why? What do you need now?" Arlan asked in suspicion.

"Not me, him. He will need something from us," Drayce answered as he moved away from the wooden table and went towards the window to stare outside.

Arlan knew his friend's temper. Drayce would never say anything without reason, and so, without nagging him for an explanation, Arlan did what he said. After all, if he talked to King Armen, his question would be answered.

After the prince left, one of the knights folded the palace's map while the other knight went to Drayce. 

"Your Majesty, any instructions for me?"

"Get all our soldiers ready, except for the injured ones," Drayce ordered without a change in his expression. 

The knight nodded. "May I ask where are we headed, Your Majesty?"

"Thevailes."

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Inside the King's study, the high-ranked officials among the Abethan knights and soldiers were all gathered around the much calmer King Armen, busy arguing among themselves. 

They were looking at the map of the continent unrolled on top of a huge wooden table.

"Your Majesty, we might have to ask for Griven's help," Sir Berolt suggested after several more minutes of heated argument regarding how to breach the enemies' defenses.

The King nodded. "To enter Thevailes as fast as possible, our army alone might not be able to take down the enemies within a month. Hatha will surely set up ways to hinder us from crossing their kingdom. Several months is too long. If we have Griven adding more soldiers, we can bring them down faster."

Sir Berolt pointed his finger at the tiny kingdom separating Abetha and Thevailes. "We don't have time to deal with Hatha. Our army and the support from Griven will act as decoys, while we will send our elite knights in secret to save the Crown Prince. Once Prince Cian is back, we will deal with them once and for all." 

"What do you think, General?" the King asked the robust middle-aged military man whose pitch-black eyes were still fixed on the map. General Cavrois wore a serious expression as he considered the question, his gloomy face not yet recovered from the scars earned from the previous war.

"Your Majesty, it will be better for our army if we take help from Megaris," the general suggested as he pointed towards a certain place on the map. "Megaris and Thevailes share a long border between their kingdoms, and it would be easier for Megaris to enter through this mountain range. If the King of Megaris is ready to help us with his army to put pressure on Thevailes, then things will turn easy for us."

"Last time, we managed to defeat them on our own," Sir Berolt interrupted. 

"At that time, Hatha was working with us, but now it looks like things have changed," the general replied. 

Sir Berolt shook his head. "Griven is our ally, therefore asking for their support is reasonable. But if we get help from Megaris as well, our national treasury might bleed. We are still recovering from the last war."

"The faster we save Prince Cian, the better." General Cavrois was firm in his stance. "We do not know what demands the King of Thevailes will make in exchange for his safety. Thevailes is known for their cruelty so to deal with them, we should seek help from someone even crueler."

Unable to convince each other, Sir Berolt and General Cavrois looked at King Armen for his decision.

Just then, a royal guard entered the study. "Your Majesty, the First Prince of Griven seeks an audience with you."

"Let him in," the King instructed. 


Chapter 31: Help From Megaris

After entering the room, Arlan was bewildered to see the tense atmosphere and realized that he intruded in a war strategy meeting. He bowed to the king. "Your Majesty, I have heard about Prince Cian's situation."

On his way to the study, Arlan had been informed by his men about what happened during the council meeting.

The King nodded lightly, and Arlan continued, "I am here to offer help if it's needed. As the Crown Prince, I can move an army of ten thousand men with my authority, as more would require a decree from the king. If King Armen needs more, I can send a missive to my Royal Father."

His words visibly lessened the pressure on the shoulders of all the officials inside the study. General Cavrois saluted the prince. "Prince Arlan, Abetha will be taking advantage of your generosity."

The war strategy meeting proceeded, and Arlan was quickly informed of the plans offered by Sir Berolt and General Cavrois.

Arlan studied the map. "Prince Cian is in Thevailes, so it will be better to get help from Megaris."

Hearing his words, the general's eyes brightened up. "Your Highness, in your opinion, will the King of Megaris  agree to it?"

Arlan nodded and looked at King Armen. "It will be better if His Majesty talks to him in person. I'm sure he will agree to help."

The King looked at Lord Eudes. "Arrange for me to meet King Drayce."

Bowing, the white-haired advisor, left while they resumed discussing war strategies against Thevailes and Hatha.

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  A Megaris knight entered his chamber to inform Drayce about Lord Eudes's arrival. 

"Your Majesty," the knight bowed at the young king looking out the window. 

Drayce turned to him, and the knight asked, "Was it Dusk, Your Majesty?"

"Hmm." Drayce nodded and instructed, "You can let him in."

The knight was not confused; he knew his King was aware of the visitor even earlier than he did. He soon returned with Lord Eudes, who bowed to Drayce as royal etiquette required. 

"Eudes Briggs greets His Majesty, Drayce Ivanov. May Megaris forever prosper under your reign," the old man said courteously. 

Drayce nodded lightly, accepting the greeting, and waited for King Armen's right-hand man to talk.

"I am sure King Drayce must have heard about the abduction of Crown Prince Cian," said Lord Eudes.

"Hmm!" Drayce nodded, looking at the old scholar while standing by the window. 

"With this regard, King Armen invites the King of Megaris to join him in his study," Lord Eudes informed.

"I'll be there," Drayce replied offhandedly.

Lord Eudes left after bowing to him.

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(Seren's POV)

It had been two hours since I escaped from the kitchen. Although I want to go back and fix the mess I made and perhaps find something to free me of my biggest problem—my poor starving little tummy—I could not convince myself to return.

"What should I do?" Back in my bedchamber, I continued to sit on my chair, curling myself like a ball. "Should I go to the kitchen and try to look for whatever is left to cook?"

Once again, I stood up from the chair and was about to leave the room, but the thought of having rats there scared me, so I curled myself back into a ball on the chair. I had been pacing back and forth like this since earlier.

'What if it's not just one, but there are many more?' 

The image of countless rodents sent a shiver across my spine.

"Drinking water will do. I won't die till Martha returns," I consoled myself and grabbed the brass water pot on the table next to me to pour water into a silver glass. Just as I finished the entire glass of water, another thought struck my mind. "What if Martha takes time to return?"

Just then, I heard some sound outside, and one big eagle sat on my window sill as his wide wings folded into his majestic body.

It was the first time an eagle ever came close to me willingly, much less approached my tower. Wanting to observe him better, I approached him with slow, steady steps.

The proud eagle eyed me and unfolded his wings.

I scooted a bit away, thinking he might fly away upon realizing my presence. Surprisingly, the eagle didn't look like a wild bird but looked well groomed. When he folded his wings back into his body, I realized there was something tied around his neck, a thick black thread with tiny red color jade hanging to it.

"So you are a pet?" I concluded.

I also noticed that he was not scared of me but looked back at me as if he was observing me. I went closer, but my action didn't scare him. I noticed something was in his mouth. 

The eagle was eating something, and the sight saddened my mood.

"No wonder you are so healthy. You keep eating. Look at me; I will disappear soon if I don't eat anything," I complained, but that bird kept chewing what was in his beak. 

It irked me. "You have too much flesh on you. How about I roast and eat you?" 

When I moved my hand towards him, the eagle fled away.

I looked at him flying away, disappearing in the soon-to-be-dark sky. "As if I would have really eaten you. I am a witch but not an animal."

My words didn't reach him, and I returned to my bed. It will be night in the next few hours, and there was no way I would leave my room in the darkness. I hope I won't die by starving.


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