Capítulo 50: Chapter 50

~Talfen, the capital of Coldshore~

~The City Square~

"Do you have a favorite spot at the city square that you'd like me to see?" Reqiel asked politely.

"Aethel doesn't leave the Royal Palace, and it should have remained that way if you didn't interfere." Cederic interrupted rudely, scowling.

Aethel seemed to snap out of whatever spell she was under at that moment, looking very confused.

Reqiel frowned, "I didn't ask her to, she was the one that wanted to come along."

Aethel seemed to quickly pick up on what was going on and turned to give her brother a scolding look. "I told you I was the one that invited myself, don't pick on Reqiel."

Cederic had to bite on his tongue to keep down the urge to mumble out loud, anger brimming under his skin as he glared at the aggravating Prince from the North with his arms crossed.

Sweat beaded down the side of Reqiel's face, he very nearly begged Aethel to stop interfering because she only made things worse but he thought better of it. It would only start off another argument which would involve Aethel scolding her brother for his sake, which in turn would further worsen their already strained relationship.

He decided that it was best to remain quiet, the suffocating air inside the carriage was a far calmer choice than an outright altercation.

Aethel didn't let him choose peace though, "What was the question you asked Reqiel? I apologize for my absentmindedness."

Reqiel almost wished she would remain absentminded because everything he said or did only worsened his image in Cederic's eyes. "I asked if you had a favorite spot at the city square," He repeated his question in a quieter voice.

Aethel's eyes gleamed like black diamonds at this, "Oh, I do!" She enthusiastically replied, "It's the Hall of Statues which is right at the center of the square, I believe Cederic's statue is being carved at the moment," She tagged on, turning to look at her brother with admiration in her eyes.

Cederic basked in Aethel's attention, giving Reqiel a smug look in turn. "I don't think you should see it until it's complete."

Aethel pouted, "Even a little peek? Just a little," She urged him.

Cederic was literally glowing at this point, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to take a look," He caved in, rather quickly too.

Reqiel tried to hide his disinterest from showing on his face and he hoped he didn't do a terrible job of that. Statues were the furthest thing from the colorful vibrancy he craved, he had hoped to hear something else, like a pet store.

"The Hall of Statues hold the monuments of the rulers of Coldshore, it's such an awe-inspiring sight, you absolutely have to see it." Aethel went right on, draining away the rest of Reqiel's excitement.

He had been the one to ask however so he had to show his support, "I'll look forward to that," He said vaguely, looking outside the windows.

There were curtains to protect their privacy so he had to push the blinds to one side to see the view. Just as he peeked his head out, the carriage was being driven to the outer court and as his terrible luck went, the wheels went over a stone, causing a bump.

If Andras didn't have such good reflexes, Reqiel would have ended up falling out the window to the cobbled road below.

Reqiel sat down self-consciously hoping that Aethel didn't mention the little accident he nearly had, and to his surprise for the very first time she didn't show verbal concern.

He tried to adjust his robes as inconspicuously as possible, sneaking a peak at Cederic to find him glaring at him with disapproval. The journey was already off to several bad starts, next time, he would rather visit the city square all by himself.

Aethel had watched up close as Reqiel nearly fell out the window and she had been about to reach for him when Andras already moved. Her eye twitched slightly when Andras caught him by his waist, that should have been her, she should have been the one hanging out of the window instead and getting held intimately by Andras.

Aethel had never been the type to foster bitter emotions, she was too beautiful to be touched by jealousy and envy because every man she had ever come across had fallen to his knees for her.

Then how had she fallen so low to be jealous of her only friend who clearly meant no harm? How delusional could she be?

By the time Aethel had unraveled herself from her thoughts, it was too late to ask after Reqiel. It made her stare at her hands contritely, wondering if perhaps she shouldn't have come on this trip at all.

She had acted very selfishly by demanding to come because she knew well that her brother and Prince Reqiel didn't get along. She also couldn't care less about the outside world but had insisted on coming anyway, knowing well that her brother would only favor her.

The carriage rode past the final gates that led out of the Royal Palace, the occupants within quiet the entire time. Reqiel had given up on trying to start a conversation, he just wanted the journey to be over so he could be out of the stuffy carriage.

Andras on the other hand was coming to a realization, that the fraud Angel wasn't the kind of troublesome he had previously thought. He was still troublesome but it was in a naive, clumsy way that was honestly worse than being rude and haughty.

As the carriage started to ride away from the Royal Palace, Reqiel threw open the curtains again, this time careful not to lean out the window although he really wanted to.

He could hardly sit still, wide excited eyes watching neatly lined houses that belonged to the rich and affluent go by. By the time they had driven for a while and he was yet to see any bustling, he started to get impatient.

"Are we at the city square yet?" He directed at the entire carriage, uncaring of the chaos his question would create.

Andras didn't know the answer to this question, he had only been to the city square once in the company of Randall and they had followed an entirely different route.

Cederic scoffed at the annoying Prince's question, "Surely, you don't expect us to pass through the crude and loud areas to get the Hall of Statues?"

Reqiel had initially been too excited by the prospects of getting to experience something new to be ticked off by Cederic's boorishness but he was beginning to run out of pleasantness.

The sole reason he had decided to go to the city square was to visit the crude and loud as Cederic called them, this was his trip, he didn't remember ever saying he wanted to visit some boring hall filled with statues.

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