Chapter 3: A Seer
Ezekiel stepped out of the tent and was just about to shout out orders when Darius, the King of Cordon and also his future brother-in-law, came to him with a few men and women, all shackled in chains.
"Prince Ezekiel, a few of your men found these captive civilians in the camp’s prison." Darius gestured towards them. "I know you said we’ll leave them to fend for themselves, but..."
Darius frowned as he looked at the group. Ezekiel followed his gaze and saw that the Werewolf King’s eyes were pinned on the woman with icy blue eyes who had just gotten out of the tent.
"She’s Tarah, a healer. I recognize her from the time she healed Xen back to health. We should take her in with us as a token of my gratitude."
Xen was Ezekiel’s sister and was also Princess Xenia of Ebodia. The Werewolf King simply called his sister Xen for short, signifying their close relationship as the two were apparently mates. The two were engaged to be married soon, and King Darius was working with him because of the marriage alliance between their kingdoms.
"Is that so?" Ezekiel hummed. "Very well. She may come with us, but we’ll leave the rest and-"
"But your Highness, it’d be too dangerous to leave them here alone."
Ezekiel raised an eyebrow after being interrupted. Recognizing their kingdom’s Great Constable Atlas’ voice, the prince turned to address him. "Hmm... But there might be spies in their midst."
He was someone who would not easily compromise, especially now that they were at war.
"But they’re all human, your Highness. Surely, that’s more than enough proof that they won’t make a move against us," Atlas argued. "Besides, they’ll die if we leave them alone out here in the wilderness."
Ezekiel sighed as he weighed his options. Clicking his tongue, he let out a sigh as he came to a decision.