Chapter 405: The Trader
Chapter Four Hundred-Five – The Trader
Laurel nodded. Magic was quite conveniently sometimes, she’d agree. She popped around the dark alley and recognised it as the one she was attacked in the first time she came to Dark Moon. She also remembered Thales being the one to find her and take her to Lady Zara’s place. She smiled at those memories as she walked out of the dark alley. "Where should we go next?" Thales turned to her. Why did she ask him when she was the one who wanted to go out? Lest with him, he’d have gotten a mad habit of stalking Lady Zara within her quarters but he really didn’t want to do it. That was why he rather followed the Princess to do all the playful things she wanted to do. He wouldn’t mind getting attached to her since she was younger than him and he wouldn’t be romantically attached. He pointed ahead. "There’s a recent cloth sale out therem it’s the craze these days so you might want to check it out."
Clothes sale? Laurel looked down at herself and nodded. She was wearing something she could easily change out of. She began marching towards the place with alacrity.
Meanwhile at the King’s palace, Sorren and Sigma stayed in the living room attached to the rooms they were given. Sorren felt better that Sigma seemed to have forgotten what they came for and was looking at a book that had different weapons.
He remembered when Thales had spoken about Sigma’s unfortunate negative flow of magic and how it reminded him of something Baxter had said.
Sigma having a bad memory, being unusually strong body, and having the wrong perception of things was as a result of harmful things done to his body at an early age. But both he and Baxter had no way of knowing what those harmful things were and since they had assumed he was a bredded Lycan, they thought it was something maltreatment that affected his brain as a child. "If this has actually been done to make him an imperfect Prince of High Moon..." Sorren mumbled. That must be what the witches that did that were going for, he being brain dead or incapability of holding normal conversations. And usually if a prince showed such signs, he’d’be discarded as useless and his older brother would’ve been the golden child. Sorren smirked. Thanks, he was the one who raised Sigma and when he had noticed those traits, he had innocently assumed it was how toddlers were, incapable of basic understanding of pain or happiness. He had been patient in teaching Sigma how to react to things and trained him to be strong, something that others wouldn’t have done for him if he was born and raised at High Moon Kingdom.
There was a knock on the door and Sigma left his seat to open it. Sorren exhaled when he sensed it was King Asher. He wondered how Sigma would react when he remembers.
The door opened and Sigma walked out, passing the King without saying a word and with his head buried in the book he was looking at.
Sorren wanted to explain but the King followed Sigma. Sorren facepalmed. Of course, the King wouldn’t let that slide. He heard them coming back again.
"King Asher..." he trailed off. The king’s decision had definitely been forced on him, there’s not mistake about it. His face had lost some weight and his eyes had dark eyeballs underneath. Also, his head had grown really long and he let it fall on him. He was looking like the female version of himself but with a sprinkle of depression. "You must’ve been forced to make the decision you made." Sorren said, leaving his seat. He wanted to take out Asher’s hand that held Sigma but stopped himself and sat down somewhere else.