Chapter 125: A Prince In Disguise: Part Two
Prince Conrad stood there gazing around the tavern, all 6ft4 of him, his white shirt unbuttoned, exposing half of his muscular chest and the tattoos covering his chest and partial neck. His dirty blonde hair pulled back into a bun, his stubble shaped to go with his sharp jawline and cheeks. The only flaw to his otherwise handsome features was a scar running through his lip.
Ger glanced at the local’s faces, a mixture of awe, fascination and fear. He was a big man, and his muscles were on full display for everyone to see. Ger did take note, though, that nobody seemed to recognise him; it was both perplexing and understandable. Hatherland was a northern kingdom, the prince’s castle on the coast; it was quite far from where they were now. But the Hart royal family all had a distinguishable look that most commoners knew of.
They had golden eyes that both dazzled and shook people to their cores. They were piercing, and many rumours plagued peasants and nobles alike about those eyes alone. There were also the infamous rumours surrounding the second prince- Conrad was a demon on the battlefield, mercilessly slaughtering and preferred living among the battles than in the castle.
Ger knew that there were a lot of rumours circulating the prince, but there were a few he was sure of. Conrad was near impossible to beat in a fight; even as a kid, he seemed to have a knack for the sword. After each battle, he always returned victorious, taking over more and more land, making them a much bigger kingdom than Dunhurst.
"Who’s that? If you keep glaring at him, he might sense it and come over," Axel whispered.
"Someone we need to avoid," Ger replied quickly. Prince Conrad had met Ger many times growing up, and it was safe to say they hated each other. The prince knew Ger and Evanna were close friends, so he would stick out immediately. He must be aiding king Osian in finding Evanna; it had been over a month now since she left the palace in search of the gem.
Prince Conrad pulled out a paper and smacked it onto the bar. "Has anyone seen this lady over the last six weeks?!" He raised his voice though the attention was already on him. His beefy comrades held up their own papers, revealing a painting of Evanna with her name and a high reward for returning her alive.
"Why’d we tell you!? There’s a bounty on there for the princess.." A man stood up, ripping the paper out of one of Conrad’s guard’s hands. Conrad instantly unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the man’s neck.
"Do you have her then?" His voice was low and menacing, his golden eyes darkening as he stared at the man who started to tremble.