Bab 23: Chapter 23
~Celestial Realm~
~The King's Castle~
"Dark essence?" Calas demanded when the physician was long gone. "The deadly poison Demons use to battle Angels? Why would any Angel have access to that?" He spluttered, beyond shocked.
He had managed to hide the extent of his shock when Physician Erlan had mentioned it but now that he was long gone, Calas couldn't hold back anymore.
What was far more shocking was the fact that neither his father nor his older brother looked too shaken up by that piece of information. Just like they hadn't been caught off guard when Reqiel was attacked, what exactly was going on?
"That will be the end of it." King Rinon said cryptically but it was clear enough for Calas. "For all the Kingdom knows, an unknown attacker shot the third Prince but he is out of danger now." The King summarized briefly.
Calas narrowed his eyes at this but knew better than to push, he would find out eventually. "Yes, Father." He accepted, bowing regally.
"Good now return to your search, return at sunset to give me a report, you may both leave now." He said shortly, leaning back on his throne.
Both Princes swept out of his throne room, Velia leading the way. Calas moving in a different direction caught his attention from the side of his eye and he glanced at him.
"Where are you going?" He raised a brow.
"To check on Reqiel," Calas said without even turning around, there was no way he was leaving the Royal Mount again without checking up on his younger brother.
Velia ground his teeth but turned around to follow behind Calas, they still had a lot of area to cover down in the city but he knew that he was better off checking on Reqiel first.
Also, he was concerned, he had merely been too distracted with trying to find out who it was that had done it to realize that Reqiel had very much been in real danger.
The guards let them pass, Commander Aelnor bowing deeply before letting them through. Velia was relieved that the King had thought so far into the future as to putting such a capable Angel in charge of guarding him.
The attendants scrambling around still had the time to drop to their knees for the Princes but Velia and Calas paid them no mind.
Reqiel was kept in Physician Erlan's personal room, Sarell kneeling at his feet.
"You should get some rest and sustenance." Calas bent low to say to Sarell who even though he looked quite listless still had the presence of mind to bow to them.
Sarell snapped out of it to stare up at Calas with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, Your Grace but I-I can't…" He immediately started to refute.
"I don't think Reqiel would appreciate waking up to find you half dead beside his bed, do it for him if anything." He cut off the personal attendant's protest, getting up to follow after Velia who was clearly impatient to get going.
"I can order an attendant to bring up your meals for you." Physician Erlan said kindly.
"Yes, thank you," Sarell said distractedly, looking at the direction that both Princes had gone out from, he had been barely paying attention but Velia looked quite tense.
He had been too occupied with Reqiel almost dying for the situation to sink in but it was too coincidental for the Prince to be attacked the very first time he left the Royal Mount after the King had refused for him to leave for so many years.
It looked like Velia knew something more about this, even more than Calas seemed to know unless Calas was far better at hiding it.
His meal was brought at this point and Sarell decided to push aside all his troublesome thoughts to try to get some nourishment in his body. He had no appetite and the delicious-looking dish tasted like grit and dust, he forced it down anyway, keeping it down with a struggle.
"We shall move Prince Reqiel to his castle as soon as he is recovered enough to be moved, he shall complete his recuperation there." The Royal Physician was kind enough to inform him.
Sarell had to admit, that did bring him some measure of relief, the familiar walls of the castle would be a great improvement from the Infirmary.
The next couple of days were bearable solely because of the quick rate that Reqiel recovered, his pallor brightening each day. During that time, The King and the Princes came a number of times to check up on the injured Prince.
It was finally the day for Reqiel to be moved back to his castle, Sarell hadn't left the Infirmary ever since the Prince was brought in, his legs were adjusting to being used after so many hours of sitting by Reqiel's bedside.
They would be leaving a couple of hours after the sun rose, and a few trusted physicians would accompany them while Erlan the Royal Physician would come over routinely to check him over.
Clothes were brought in from Reqiel's castle under Sarell's orders, although the Prince was still unconscious, he needed to be dressed in robes that showed off his status.
His wings dematerialized the moment he fell unconscious so there was no need to bother about that. Reqiel had been wearing nothing but infirmary robes after the clothes he was shot in was cut off his body.
After cleaning him up, Sarell made sure to brush his hair properly, he hadn't gotten a chance to do it these past few days.
Running a golden brush through his voluminous hair was extremely relaxing for Sarell, it soothed him deeply because he knew then that Reqiel would recover completely, he could almost swear he saw the Prince move while he brushed his hair.
Usually, Reqiel would be full of complaints whenever Sarell thoroughly brushed his hair like this and he would give a lot to hear his charge nag him one more time.
Moving Reqiel to his castle, called the Golden Castle because of the way the glimmering bricks reflected the sunlight, went smoothly much to Sarell's relief. If he noticed the tripling of the usual guards that watched over the Prince he said absolutely nothing about it.
It wasn't his place to ask questions, all he had to do was make sure that Reqiel was alright; that was all that mattered too, for Reqiel to be alright.
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