Chapter 108: Helping Hand
Arawn sat on the throne in his father’s stead. Due to the assassination attempt, his father would be kept in his quarters for another day. Until then, the prince would take on twice the responsibility, although he sent his men out by themselves to scout the forest while he would sit in with the council and listen to any arising issues with the nobles.
He stood from his seat as two dukes began to argue over some issue with expanding their land. Both families believed their dukedom owned the small plot of land. Arawn previously looked into it and even sought out the land, dressing as a commoner to see what was so precious about such land. After assessing the area, he could only assume it was due to the scenery and their egos being the real reason for owning it.
For now, he would let them bicker between them; there was not a lot more on the schedule other than the council’s greed. He did not know how his father dealt with them; at least when there was war, the meetings were much more riveting. The prince clasped his hands behind his back as he stood next to the great white tree behind the throne and stared down at the magnificent drop.
Other than keeping the throne room light and airy, without a wall behind the great throne- the king and prince had kicked many off the side of the palace. Whether that was by execution or a pest trying to play the game of politics and losing. Where he stood now, if he took another step, he would fall into the depths of the waterfall.
Arawn glanced up and looked at the villages near the woods. If Evanna was here, she would definitely be looking on in awe of them. One side of his lips twitched up into a smile. Such simple things made her smile and, in turn, made him smile.
"Your highness, they request your attention," Haryk interrupted his reverie. The prince’s lips thinned, and he turned his cold stare back to the meeting.
As soon as the meeting was finished, Arawn marched out of the throne room. It was past midday now, and he wished to stretch his legs; Evanna was most likely in the gardens once more. His legs automatically took him in that direction; he wanted to stretch his legs. He was restless, especially after seeing Evanna in that slip and almost kissing her.
His gaze was set ahead as he walked towards the double doors to the gardens, but his mind was turning again, calculating his next move. Maybe he should make a deal with her. Evanna was part elf; if she has a gift, then he could teach her how to harness it. But she was a half-breed; would she really have a gift? Some elves don’t even get a gift.
"Your highness! Your highness!"