บท 90: The Three Sons
"Quinn the story is long."
"I've got time." I start to get comfortable.
"Ok we have to start from the beginning. That last king, Adolfo, had three sons. Adolfo was a good, but ruthless king. All of his sons were different in every way. The first problem started with his oldest son. He was responsible and cool-headed, he looked for the great in people and helped in any way he could. For years he wanted to be a Khan, but his father wouldn't let him because he was the heir to Nygaard. The son knew that his father wouldn't give him his permission, so he left in the middle of the night to the Island of Khan. Khans are trained fighters that work for all 8 kingdoms. They protect people who are in grave danger, he wanted to help people, just not from a throne. When he arrived to the Island the people were surprised to see him, they had no choice but to swear him to the creed. Once his father found out he was enraged by his son's selfishness, in result the King banned him from Nygaard." I thought my life was complicated, listening to this makes me rethink everything.
"If the Khan's knew who he was why did they swear him in anyways?"
"Anyone who wants to be a Khan cannot be turned away, even if they are the future king."
"Insane." I whisper silently.
"Now onto the second son. This son was not like the oldest or youngest, he was ruthless and wicked. Some of the maids and tutors to the middle son said he was like the living descent of the devil. His father tried to whip him into shape, but nothing worked. As the middle son got older, his behavior subsided. Most of his attention was shifted onto his military career. In all of Nygaard, he was the best captain we've ever seen, leading victory after victory. Since the oldest was now banished, the King had high hopes for the middle child to be the best ruler when he died. Everything was looking good, until the middle son was taken off his path by a beautiful woman from the Kingdom of Luxor. They met at a ball there, she was the daughter of a doctor. She was beautiful, he thought she was an angel from above. For the few month he was there, the love blossomed between them. In that moment he knew he had to marry her, on his voyage home he married her at the nearest church. When he came back to Nygaard, he told his father the happy news, the King was very angry at the middle child."
"Why was his father so mad, he was happy."
"That didn't matter to the King. Wolfs are supposed to marry and procreate with their mates, not anyone else. Him marrying her was a sin to the moon goddess. We don't choose who we want to be with, she does. For him to marry her was a diss. Since his father did not accept their relationship, he took him out of the line of succession. The son was enraged and never forgave him."
"Is he still with her?"
"Yes, they have one child together. She's most likely my age, or yours. Now the first son is banished, second is taken out the line of succession that leaves the youngest son."
"Let me guess, he married a vampire and his father was mad and banished him to 100 years of pain." I say sarcastically.
"Not exactly. The youngest son was the perfect choice. He took his older brother job of being the captain and next in line. He married his mate, and they have a son together. Once the King died, he took over, becoming King Adalwolf."
"You've got to take me to Nygaard sometime soon. This is all fascinating." Happiness radiates all over me.
"It won't be anytime soon." I give him a weird look; he takes notice of this and keeps explaining. "There's been some unrest in the Kingdom, old enemies trying to reclaim something."
"Reclaim what?"
"Nygaard." He says pushing some of his out of his eye.
"Who wants to take it?" This is all too much, but I'm intrigued.
"The middle brother. The kingdom was supposed to be his, not the youngest. Him and his daughter are trying to find the key to the First Power so he can reclaim it." A key.
"Who's the key?" His black eyes swarm all over me, fear starts to set in. From his body language I could tell he was scared to tell me.
"Well, would you look at that, it's time to take you home. Don't want your grandfather angry now do we?" Instead of pushing him I let it go. I'll just ask him later; I don't know why he just won't tell me.
Location: Quinneth's House
While I yet again readjust my hair, Alexander shifts back and puts his clothes on.
"Did I answer everything on your list."
"Not all, but most of my big ones. Thank you for this."
"Anytime." He leans down and plants a sweet kiss on my lips. I moan against them as he grips my hip.
"Ok, I've got to go. Homework calls."
"Ewe homework. Glad I'm not in high school anymore." I let out a laugh.
"Quinneth?" I hear someone say behind me. Turning around I see my grandfather standing against the door, his mouth hangs open. Oh Jesus, he was supposed to be out with Irene.
Worry decorates me and Alexander's face. Did he see Alexander shift, did he hear our conversation?
"Hey Grandpa." I say awkwardly.
"Quinneth...come in the house. We need to talk." He says in a serious tone. Honestly, I thought that somehow I would blurt out that Alexander was a werewolf. This is not what I expected to happen.
I turn around to Alexander, unsure of what to do. "Just go. Act innocent." He stares deeply into my eyes, I gulp loudly.
"No, not just Quinneth you to Alexander."
"You don't have to come if you don't want." I assure him. He shakes his head.
"I'll come, we'll face this together." Hand in hand we walk into the house, uncertain of what will happen.
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