Capítulo 85: Ch 84 Meeting the princess and princes
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After her brother left, Annabelle crept out from under the bed, scaring the head healer almost to the point he fainted.
"Princess! What were you doing beneath the bed!?"
Pressing his right hand against his chest, he heaved painfully, trying to override the jumpscare he had just endured. Glaring at princess Annabelle, he couldn't help but lament silently when he noticed her attire.
Her pretty white summer dress had been torn up at the hem, the color already fading into a dirty grey from her adventures. Her heels were nowhere to be found, as she walked around bare feet, her painted nails peeking out from underneath her undergarments.
Yet her dirtied appearance did nothing to obscure her sparkling green eyes that glimmered in enthusiasm, nor did it hide the great care her handmaidens put into her daily skin care routine, even if it was hard to find at the moment.
"The guardian dragon asked me to look after our guest. On further notice, Master healer, I believe father will call upon you on a short notice, as queen mother has fainted some time ago."
The head healer froze at her words, no sooner running out of the room to inspect the queen's present state of mind and body.
With the nuisance for now out of her hair, Annabelle observed their unexpected guest once more, taking a liking to his appearance the more she looked.
The young man was fair of skin, a few blotches of blood here and there from his previous injuries, yet there was not a blemish to be seen. His face was more to her liking, as is didn't have the square-ish shape of the guard captain, as the young man's face tended to be a bit oval, more pleasing to the eye.
He didn't have the bushy brows either, being thin sword-like brows, highlighting his closed eyes, tempting her to open them to have a look at the beauties that were surely hidden beneath. His mouth was rather sharp, a few sharp fangs showing through his slightly opened mouth.
His black hair cascaded down the side of his face, ending up at his shoulders, only to hang down onto the pillow. Faint hints of a dark color shimmered inside of its darkness, opting for a deep shade of purple if she looked hard enough.
Aside from his facials and hair, his body did look a lot like those of the knights, as it was well proportioned and maintained, the muscles showing through the clothing. Speaking of the clothing, it was rather odd. The material was unlike anything she had ever seen.
It was stretchy and thin, yet if she held it in her hand, it was rather warm. It would be a novelty, should she be able to get such a clothing material of her own. She would fashion some riding clothes from it.
A groan drew her from her thoughts as she backed away a bit, giving the young man some space.
His eyes fluttered open, revealing amber colored eyes to peer up at her own emerald eyes.
Confusion was clouding his face, as he backed away from the bed, only to fall down to the ground.
Seeing the comical scene in front of her, Annabelle couldn't help the giggle from escaping her lips, as she quickly covered her mouth, afraid it might escalate into loud laughter.
The dazed young man looked in surprise around him, the confusion increasing as he stood up. Only now she realized how tall he was, as he towered over her small frame of 5'2 feet (1,59 meter). If she had to guess, he would rival or even tower above her brothers as he would be around 6'2 feet (1,88 meter).
Seeing him look around him in bewilderment, Annabelle decided to speak up.
"Hello there, I am Annabelle, princess of the kingdom of the Vale. My I ask for your name?"
Annabelle made a small curtsy, her eyes glancing upwards at the young man, only to be greeted by his startled appearance. standing tall once more, Annabelle tapped the bed in front of her, indicating for the young man to sit, as she took a seat of her own on the side, Kirlia joining her on her lap.
She would wait for the young man to gather his bearing. After all, she had time aplenty and she wouldn't mind being entertained a bit more.
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His body ached, more than it had ever done.
Ares groaned softly, as he could feel the joints all over his body pop as he moved his limbs a bit. Opening his eyes to a bright ceiling, he couldn't help himself from gasping a bit, as the first thing he saw was a pair of green eyes staring down at him.
Scampering back, Ares tumbled down the bed he had been laying on, falling hard on the ground. Pain spread once more through his body, yet it faded just as soon, as the aura inside of his body began to replenish faster than he had ever encountered.
A giggle broke him out of his thoughts, as in front of him was a woman, a strange one. The fairy tail like dress she wore had been dirtied and tied up in a makeshift knot on her hip, revealing her slender white legs.
Her wavy blonde hair was in a pony tail, swishing back and forth as she hid the smile that threatened to break through. If he had to say what she looked like, it would definitely be a doll. One that had been given a makeover by a tomboy.
Seeing him staring at her, the woman introduced herself as Annabelle, ' a Princess of the kindom of the Vale', a small curtsy following her introduction. It sounded ridiculous, yet the scenery around him told everything but that. This was very real indeed.
Seeing him hesitating, Annabelle patted the bed he had previously occupied, indicating for him to sit down, taking a seat of her own at the side of the bed, a Kirlia sitting down in her lap.
Sitting down with a hint of reluctance, Ares once more felt the ache of hidden injuries, his face twisting at the pain.
"Careful now, you have yet to heal. I suggest taking it easy for the next few days."
Annabelle said, handing him a cup of water.
Taking the cup from her hands, he slowly took a sip, observing her reaction. Seeing none, he chugged the rest down, sighing in relief at the relief it brought to his unexpected parched throat.
Coughing a bit in embarrassment, he righted his posture as he introduced himself, a bit late.
"Thank you. Let me introduce myself as well. The name is Ares Oak. If it isn't to much to request this, I would like to know where I currently am. From what I can see, we aren't at Mount silver."
Staring out of the window, the view left him stunned, as there were none of the mountains he had seen when he had been exploring Mount Silver. Sure there were some smaller ones in the distance, yet all he could see were plains, hills, a lake and as the name suggested, a vale.
From what he knew, this landscape did not belong to Kanto. That left the lingering question of where he currently was.
Annabelle chuckled slighty, following his gaze to the outside.
"I do know of a Mount Silver, though that place has just been mapped by the explorers of Kanto, a region far from our land. It is protected by a mighty flaming bird pokemon, as all the people who tread there meet a grisly end."
Seeing his shocked face, Annebelle continued, glancing at the door where her elder brothers were once more standing. Flinching a bit at the scolding she would surely get later today, she continued her explanation.
"You are currently in the Kingdom of the Vale, one far away from any other regions currently known to man. If there is a region close by, it would be the Hisui region. Yet the only mountain residing over there is Mount Coronet."
Ignoring his confused and shocked expression, Annebelle gestured towards her brothers at the door, who walking in after the attention had been brought to them. The both of them were unlike the princess, as they had hair as black as the night, military armor covering most of their frames as two pokemon accompanied them, an Escavalier and an Accelgor.
They were the spitting image of each other, as the only noticable difference was that one of them had slightly wavy hair, instead of the straight black hair of the other.
"Allow me to introduce my brothers, the twin princes of the kingdom. The oldest is called William, while the youngest on the right is Adrian. They are the ones who escorted you to the infirmay after your petrified form appeared inside of the throne room."
Giving a short nod at the introduction, William spoke up first, staring down at Annabelle.
"Mother has awoken, only to faint yet again when she heard where you had run off to. Expect a lecture the moment you return, sister."
Scoffing at her shrinking figure, he turned to Ares, a warm smile on his face as he shook hands with him.
"Pleasure to meet you, Ares. For the time you are here, be assured you will be treated as an honored guest. Once you have recovered, the King and the Guardian requested for an audience."
William said, followed by a short side glance towards Annebelle, a questioning look sent her way, as he was surely wondering why Annebelle was even in the infirmary. Adrian spoke up shortly after, glancing briefly at his older brother in return.
"A room has been prepared. A guard will escort you through the palace, acting as guide and aide. A handmaiden will be assigned to you as well. Expect her once you have rested enough. Without further ado, I expect you to be hungry. Dinner will be served in a moment, I suggest getting dressed."
Pointing at a set of clothes on the dresser, Adrian pulled William with him out of the room, leaving Annabelle and Ares to converse without interverence.
Ares watched the two of them leave, having mixed feelings about what was transpiring. The two princes seemed kind and genial, yet there was something bugging him that didn't want to be put to rest. He had a feeling they were not what they seemed behind the masks they put on.
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