Chapter 77: The Scheming Prince
Arawn walked quickly next to Garrett; their pace did not halter even when servants or nobles were in their way. Those in their path moved as soon as they saw the prince and his right hand marching towards them. After going through the double doors back inside the palace, they walked through the twists and turns until they made it to one of the prince’s many chambers. Garrett closed the door behind them, and the prince smiled broadly as he sat down in front of the ginormous white stone table with a map of the kingdoms on top of it.
This room was one of a few where it had a ceiling and glass windows. They liked to keep their architecture and designs open and free, but when it came to planning and scheming, a closed room provided more privacy and nobody attempting to listen. Arawn looked at his pearly white chamber; it was one of his favourites, with a fine finish of gold plated vines of leaves twirling up some of the tree trunks.
A painting hung on the wall, an art piece his mother painted of two horses in a meadow, a small boy by his mother’s side stroking them. Then his gaze went to the far right, where there was the room size fireplace, and above it a white bow and golden arrow atop their white tree emblem on a brown plaque, with the cursive writing:
"* Our strength lies within the roots *"
Of course, he also had a bookcase and many scrolls among his desk to the side. A place indeed where he could find peace and quiet, other than the library, but he preferred to be alone and away from unwanted attention.
He crossed his ankle over his knee and leant his elbow atop his leg to lean his chin onto. His fingers drummed his chin, his smile still plastered on his face. A chuckle escaped his lips as he kept repeating the look on Evanna’s face when she realised how easily he manipulated her into telling him about herself.
"* Prince Arawn, how will this help exactly?*" Garrett asked, interrupting him from his reverie as he placed his fingers atop the map, his stern face looking at the cunning prince. His face once again became stoic except for a smirk that he couldn’t seem to remove from his lips.
"* Lady Evanna cherishes her comrades, from what I observed before our duel, *" The prince did not explain further, but he knew Garrett would figure the rest out.
"* Lady Evanna?*" Garrett queried; he raised his brow at Arawn.