Bab 6: Chapter 6
~Celestial Realm~
~The King's Castle~
Reqiel sat stiffly in his moving carriage, his hands nearly twisted into knots in his lap. His carriage had a distinct design that pointed him out to be the third prince so that made it even harder for him to hide his presence.
He was like a moving beacon down the cobbled walkway that led up to the King's Castle and he hoped the other Princes were either out training or down in the countryside.
They had castles of their own but preferred to stay in the King's Castle because of the duties assigned to them. The King's Castle was a sprawling structure with large turrets and towers and four different entrances.
By some stroke of luck, Reqiel's carriage arrived safely at the main entrance without getting accosted and he felt his heart beat faster when he was helped out of the carriage.
Two Royal attendants in their signature white robes were waiting at the entrance, performing a simple bow that went too low to be comfortable. The guards behind them were standing stiffly with elaborate gold spears in their hands, none of them looked at him in the eye.
"His Majesty is currently in his throne room." The first attendant said, his head still bowed. "Your entourage may remain here, Your Grace, and it would please me to escort you there."
"Very well," Reqiel muttered bashfully, unused to this kind of attention from other people. He was used to his attendants though, but then again, he had practically lived with them all his life.
There was a series of more deep bowing that he started to worry that blood would flow to their brains. What made all their deep reverence even worse is that they all had their wings out, as did he and the rest of his entourage.
His attendants were not in any better position as they all mimicked the actions of the Royal attendants, Sarell was a much higher-ranked attendant so he simply inclined his head. The details were excessive and the procession was taking too long but he had to bear it.
"If His Grace would forgive my presumptuousness and come this way." The Royal attendant finally said, stepping past the arched entrance.
Reqiel stepped forward after them, remembering to keep his hands behind him, usually, he would forget and walk around with his arms swinging, and when he got back to his castle, Sarell would give him an earful.
They walked past an enormous foyer and then started up a flight of stairs that were made of white marble and had gold rails. As they went through gilded hallways, attendants dropped into low bows when they caught a glimpse of him.
Reqiel just kept his eyes down, the robes he had on might be light but they trailed on the ground, covering his feet. Coupled with the heavy crown placed on his head and his wings pulling him down, he knew it was only a matter of time before he tripped. So it was best that he kept his eyes on the ground.
They finally got to the throne room but they had to pass through a lot of hallways and go up another flight of stairs to get to it. They stopped in front of grand double doors inlaid in more gold and Reqiel knew that the King was just behind the door, sitting on his throne. The attendants leading the way made themselves scarce when they got to this point, hurrying away so fast that his anxiety increased.
King Rinon was terrifying, his face constantly set sternly with his intense gold eyes that one couldn't help but get intimidated by. The throne room door slowly opened without any assistance and Reqiel stepped in with his head bowed low.
"Leave us." The King's voice boomed through the room.
The attendants that had previously been inside the throne room hurried out in a row, their gazes fixed on the white marble flooring. As soon as the last of the attendants left, Reqiel went down on one of his knees, his head bowed, and he tried to do this as gracefully as possible but he still stepped on the edge of his robe and stumbled a bit, nearly falling forward.
"Reqiel." The King said in a more cheery voice. "You do not have to bother with that, come closer let me see your face." He invited warmly and Reqiel muttered his thanks before getting up.
He hadn't expected the King to get rid of all of his attendants just to see him, now he was left all alone with the King.
And the King, in the few times he had seen him, was always so nice to Reqiel it was almost scary, considering how ruthless he was to everyone else even his own sons.
He rose to his feet and walked across the room, still keeping his head down, he wasn't really close to the King. Because even though King Rinon encouraged familiarity, it just felt odd.
"You never come to see me anymore, why is that?" King Rinon asked and Reqiel's head flew up in shock, he was occasionally invited for dinner once in a few months but that was over a year ago before his brothers traveled, he had no idea that he was allowed to visit more often.
As a matter of fact, it wasn't until Sarell didn't deny his false claims of being able to visit the King whenever he wanted that he realized that he could actually do that.
"Errm, well… I am aware that His Majesty is quite busy." He stuttered, amazed that he could actually string words together.
"Drop the formalities, child and I keep insisting that you call me father." He said, getting up. "Here, have a seat, you really should come to keep your poor father company more often."
Reqiel's eyes went wide at the King getting up for him to sit, it simply didn't happen and Sarell would probably go into shock if he were to witness this, anyone would.
The King was right about one thing though, Reqiel didn't come to visit often, the last time he had come around had been over a year ago when his brothers were being sent out on their travels and he didn't even speak with the King. But that was no fault of his, he simply didn't know that he could just show up without an invitation.
"No Father, I couldn't possibly sit on your throne, I could always sit elsewhere" He quickly refuted, gesturing at the rows of chairs arranged for when the Archangels and Lords came to have a hearing with the King.
"Nonsense." King Rinon cut him off. "You're a guest, it is only polite for me to offer up my seat."
He wanted to object that it didn't work that way but he wasn't about to contradict his father when he came to ask for a favor.
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