Chapter 281: Irritating Queens
Osian sighed, his hands tightening on Evanna’s shoulders slightly before he released her. Evanna drew her hand back, gesturing towards Arawn.
"Father, this is Prince Arawn..." Wait, what was his last name? How did she not know? It was never mentioned! Panic settled in her for a moment, but she brushed past it, adding what she did know. "Of the Flori."
"Yes, I can see the resemblance to King Thalinal Elion," Osian said, his brows still tugged together as he bowed his head simultaneously with Arawn.
Elion!? Arawn Elion. It never occurred to Evanna that she did not know his last name. There was so much that had happened that it slipped her mind.
"It is an honour to meet an old friend of my father’s," Arawn said; surprisingly, his words sounded genuine. "King Osian."
"Prince Arawn. I never expected the woodland elves to help my daughter return to Dunhurst. Is there something you seek?" Osian asked, already his tone slightly steely, ready to fight or negotiate with the elven prince.
"Father," Evanna interrupted, wrapping her hand around his arm. "Please let your questions be for later. You know the reason I left, and I have returned with what I sought. Where is Mother? I know she would not dare miss seeing a dragon!"
Osian’s eyes flashed with something Evanna could not decipher. Those deep blue eyes shot straight through Evanna’s chest, icing her whole body. His hands dropped to his sides as he parted his lips to say something.
"Look who finally returned the palace," came a sharp voice, one that made Evanna’s eyes narrow slightly and expression harden to the familiarity and disdain dripping in its tone. It only made Evanna’s mood drop further. Osian’s head turned to the side, and his brows scrunched together into a scowl.