Chapter 181: The play
"By heavens. Lyrius. Thy word shock mine ears! Thou art the spy, who did our secrets steal? And thou, fair Lirien, didst thou know of this? Art thou complicit in this treachery!" The man’s voice was loud and echoed around the theater. He was wearing a royal red robe with gold trim, a white shirt, and black pants.
The woman he was addressing was beautiful, with brown hair flowing like water tresses, she wore a light blue gown with flowery petals embroidered on the gown. She gasped dramatically and her gaze shifted from the elderly man and the young man in servant clothing. "No, my dear father, I didst not know, O swear! Lyrius deeds do shock me, as much as they do thee!"
The young man in servant clothes laughed slowly, "Aye my dear kinds, I didst confess indeed! But there is more, a truth that doth exceed."
The light on the stage dimmed as the man took off the face he was wearing to show off an even more handsome appearance, "Behold! I am not Lyrius, but the son of thy friend who you so betrayed and stole his throne, Prince Ryder, and now, I claim my right, to the throne."
The entire court on the stage erupted in chaos as the audience gasped. No one’s gasp was as loud as Arlen who watched the stage enraptured. He held the drink to his mouth but he did not take a sip, the hand gripping Ravi’s tightened.
Ravi did not think that a couple having different interests was a bad thing at all.
Arlen was interested in watching the overly melodramatic series on the stage and he was more interested in watching his animated facial expression.
Right now, it was a mix of ’Wow’ and ’I did not see that coming.’
Ravi wanted to laugh but he knew if he should do it now, when the entire theater was holding their breaths collectively, he might just as well be bound and then stoned on that very stage.
Today had not gone so great, he had woken up from another nightmare, one that was even worse than the one that he had yesterday. One that Ravi wished that he had forgotten for good. The nightmare had been so bad that his fingers had trembled when he hugged Asher, he had ordered out instead of cooking, and he could see flashes of red throughout the day, like he was back in the dream, his hands soaked with blood.
Asher was reading and receiving free tutoring from Lana for his examination on Monday, he did not want to worry him so Ravi had chosen to enter his workshop and paint.