Kapitel 39: Delicious!
With each step the drunk general took towards Arlan, the prince's muscles could be seen tensing up. As the person closest to him, Drayce could clearly see his friend wavering.
Although the banquet hall was noisy, Drayce spoke in a low voice, using a small western dialect in order to make sure nobody else but the Prince of Griven could understand his words, "Remember the plan. Talk straight, looking into his eyes that will show you are not scared of him. Play hard to get and show you anticipate more from him. Challenge him."
Arlan frowned inwardly. He wanted to curse but couldn't show anger on his face as the general's sight was fixed on him. With gritted teeth, Arlan spoke in the same dialect, "Words of experience? It seems like you had spent many nights with him during your kingdoms' battles."
"If so, he wouldn't be standing here," Drayce scoffed.
"You kept him alive for me to see this day, you…."
However, their banter was rudely interrupted by a hearty pig-like laughter.
"So, you are the fortunate one for the night?"
Arlan didn't bow to the red-faced General Giles but stared into the drunk general's hungry eyes with a stubborn expression. "In this banquet hall, I believe no one can claim to be fortunate other than you, General Giles Seeiso."
The attention of everyone present in the hall shifted towards the general and the handsome man in front of him.
Though those men had pretty women beside them, entertaining them the way they wanted, they couldn't move their sights from Arlan's face. It wasn't just the handsome face or his lean physique; it was also the way he carried himself with confidence and pride, neither too servile nor arrogant.
"Oh! One with a temper. General is lucky tonight," whispered one of the officers to his subordinate.
"For the first time, I am tempted to take a man to my bed," said the other one. "I wonder if he can be tamed."
"I can exchange all these women for that one man."
"These village women are nothing compared to him."
"After the general's turn, I am taking him to my chamber."
Drayce's sharp hearing could capture all the murmurs going around, and he was thankful that Arlan couldn't hear them, or he didn't know what his friend might have done. Knowing his playful friend's angry side which rarely came out, he was sure they would be beheaded right away, plan be damned. After all, Arlan was a prince; he had the dignity of a royal.
General Giles smirked as his lecherous eyes scanned Arlan's alluring face. The general raised a rough hand to touch Arlan's face, but by sheer coincidence, the servant passing close to them tripped and dropped the wooden tray in his hand, shattering plates and food on the floor.
Of course, it was Drayce who made him trip by stealthily moving his sheathed sword to one side, interfering with the servant's feet. Drayce sure didn't want Arlan to be his queen.
"A-Apologies, General Giles." The terrified servant bowed again and again, begging the drunk man to show mercy on him.
General Giles glared at him, but he spared the servant as he was more interested in the beauty in front of him.
The servant took the chance to start gathering the scattered things on the floor in a hurry. Another servant helped him, and then they made their escape.
The general's lewd gaze moved from Arlan's face to his neck, then down to his muscular chest that was visible through the partially opened blue robe.
Arlan was thoroughly disgusted by this point, and it didn't help that the next word from the general was—
"Delicious!"
"That I am!" Arlan agreed with a saucy smile, which thankfully stopped the old general from moving his dirty gaze further down, or else, Arlan didn't know what he would have done.
He lamented how he somehow saved his thing from his friend's sword but now needed to save it again, and this time from this ugly pig-like general. Even though he was wearing clothes, the way the general appreciated his handsome appearance from head to toe, he felt naked and violated.
General Giles grinned at Arlan. "Quite a daring darling, aren't you? No courtesan had ever dared to cross me, and you didn't even bow to me."
"The night is young. It will not be too late to show you respect later, General. It depends on how the night goes; maybe I will give you more than a bow," Arlan responded with a playful smile, staring back at General Giles with a raised brow.
"Are you doubting if I can please you properly?" the general asked.
"As I have said, the night is young. General has many opportunities to erase my doubts," Arlan countered confidently.
"First, I'll make you bend in front of me, and later you will bow to me," said the Thevailes general, sounding confident about himself.
"Only the night can tell," Arlan said in a challenge.
The smirk on that reddened face widened, making the pockmarks on his cheeks look even uglier.
"Interesting!" General Giles pulled out one tiny glass bottle sealed with a wooden knob from his pocket. "Do you see this?"
Arlan looked at it to know what it was.
The old general answered. "If I swallow a single pill from this bottle, it will be enough to keep you bowing the entire night. But as you are so special, I don't mind taking two of these so you can keep bowing to me for the next two days."
Arlan understood what it was and cursed this hellishly disgusting man in his mind, but he had to maintain his calm. Not showing any negative emotion on his face, Arlan could only laugh to hide his revulsion. "Alas! I can only wait in anticipation, but I might have to remind the General that you might have to empty an entire bottle down your throat."
"Too much confidence, huh? It seems like you have never come across someone like me." the general laughed again.
"Seems like General too has never come across someone like me. I'll make sure the General will never forget this night," Arlan said with a smile that was not a smile. His words held a hidden meaning that only Drayce understood, but he did not pity the pig-like general.
"It will be fun to crush this confidence. How about we start now?"
"Best wine is served last, General," Arlan replied suggestively, "I would like to ask the General to let me serve him first with the Marquis's wine. I assure you that even the most ordinary wine will taste even better when served by me."
"Very well!" The Thevailes general agreed and turned to go back to his seat at the head of the banquet table.
Arlan murmured under his breath, "Find him fast. I don't have patience long enough to deal with this shithole."
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Kapitel 40: Not A Crown Prince
Arlan followed the drunk general and sat beside him while Drayce and his knights went out of the banquet before disappearing in one corner. Time was of the essence, and they needed to get Prince Cian as soon as possible.
The map was fixed in Drayce's mind, and he knew the location was close by. As most of the guards were busy enjoying the drinks together with the soldiers and weren't paying much attention to anyone, it was easy for Drayce and the knights to move around without much disturbance.
Inside the banquet, red-faced General Giles sat in his wide chair leisurely, his elbow resting at the handrest of the chair to give support to his head. His leg dangled sloppily on the other handrest as if he wished to lay there for the rest of the night.
His other hand held a wine glass as he continued to appreciate Arlan's appearance, who was currently kneeling next to the table and was holding a wine bottle, ready to refill the General's almost empty wine glass.
General Giles sipped wine without hiding his indecent intentions towards the handsome man serving him. "This wine sure tastes heavenly after you served it."
"I never tell a lie," Arlan replied as he placed the wine bottle back on the table.
The pig-like general patted his one thigh, signaling him to sit. "Why don't you get comfortable here?"
"I wish General Giles to save those strong thighs for the night."
Though Arlan focused on keeping this man busy, his mind was wondering how long it would take for Drayce to send him the signal that the Prince of Abetha had been found. Each second felt like a year to him.
Once Prince Cian was rescued, Arlan was sure to please this general enough for the rest of his life.
"My thighs are stronger than you can imagine." General Giles gave him a meaningful gaze with a dirty smirk on his ugly lips.
"As much as I would like to believe that, General, I am also not fond of displaying my skills in front of a crowd. Pleasure is best exchanged between the giver and the receiver alone," Arlan countered smoothly. "Doesn't that kind of pleasure sound more special?"
"I must say I'm honored," said the laughing general as he emptied the entire wine glass in one gulp.
Arlan again served wine in the general's empty glass.
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Drayce and his companions sneaked towards where the Prince Cian was reported to be kept captive, crossing the multiple dimly lit passages between the rooms inside Marquis Percy's castle. Whenever they see guards patrolling around, they would turn towards the many forked corridors before resuming their planned route.
Stopping in front of one well-carved door which showed it was a guest room meant for important people, Drayce spoke. "This is it."
The door handles had chains and an iron lock on them to lock it from the outside, but something seemed off to Drayce. Finally, his personal knight, Slayer, voiced out what was exactly in his King's mind.
"Why are there no guards here?" Slayer asked, puzzled, but Drayce merely signaled him to break the lock.
Slayer pulled out a thin metal pin-like tool and did something with the lock, and it opened in less than ten seconds.
Removing the iron chains, the knights carefully opened the door, making sure not to make any noise when they entered the room.
The room was silent. Drayce's gaze was on the bed in the middle of the room where someone was sleeping quietly, covered entirely with a blanket. He found the sight more suspicious. Like him, Cian Ilven was a swordsman too, and this crown prince was a renowned general; after all, he would not be put in charge of Abetha's Northern Fortress if he had no skills. How could someone like him not wake up when intruders had entered his room?
Slayer stepped forward and pulled the blanket away, only to see something unexpected.
There was a man wearing the clothes of the guards in this military base. His hands and legs were tied, and his mouth was covered tightly with cloth. He was unconscious.
"This is not Crown Prince Cian," the other knight who belonged to Sir Berolt's knight brigade said.
"Could it be that the Prince has escaped?" Slayer commented.
The Abethan knight agreed. "His Highness is not the type to simply wait for rescue. He is smart just as he is strong."
"He must have gone to the one who can make the escape easy for him once threatened for life," Drayce commented.
"Marquis Godfrey Percy? But he has been reported to have left Barknor a few hours ago," said the Abethan knight.
"Then, General Giles Seeiso," Slayer concluded.
Drayce nodded, and the three left immediately. Arlan was with the general, and their intuition was strong that Prince Cian must have gone there too. They had to return to where the general was.
As they retraced their way, they met the other knights who also snuck in disguise. One of them came to alert them. "Commander Berolt and his team are ready. General Cavrois is also waiting for the signal to charge in with the rest of the knights."
After the brief exchange, Drayce and the other two returned to the banquet hall, only to see the pig-like general was no longer there and there was no sign of Arlan.
They quickly found one of their men placed there to keep an eye on the hall.
"Your Majesty, Prince Arlan left the hall with the general half an hour after you left to search for Prince Cian."
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