SWNOVELS Chapter Chapter twelve
Looking around the study I see Gregory positioned at his desk his white hair hanging around his head like a veil. He looking at an old torn leather-bound book, he glances up at me in acknowledgment. He seems to be dressed quite casually wearing a black drawstring shirt and light blue vest. This is a contrast to his usual elegant and vibrantly colored robes.
"Where did you run off to this morning Nora? We missed you at breakfast," he asks.
Walking across the room I grab one of the chairs sitting near the fireplace and drag it to sit in front of his desk. The sound of the chair scraping against the wood flooring echos through the room.
"I went out to fly, and ran into a very interesting human," I tell him.
He raises his brows, "Really now tell me about this human?"
I slump into the chair stretching my legs out.
"His name is Flavius, he's from the city," I say.
I watch as Gregory's eyes become as wide and he looks up at me.
"Flavius?" He questions.
"Yeah, you know him?" I ask.
He smiles tenderly, "I do, he's the blacksmith who runs the shop Phoenix Fire that makes the weapons for the royal guard. He's quite skilled," He informs me.
"Well, I knew he was a blacksmith, but I had no idea he made weapons for the king," I say with surprise.
I pause for a second, my mind becoming distracted before I suddenly remember the initial reason I am here.
"Before I forget I wanted to tell you that I think someone may be spying on me," I fret.
His brows furrow together, "What do mean?" He questions, alarm sounding in his voice.
"Someone was following me last night when I left here and again today on my way to see you," I tell him.
He runs a hand through his silky white hair.
"I figured someone would try to stop us from finding the truth about what happened eight summers ago, but I didn't think it would be so soon," he comments.
He takes the leather book that he was reading when I came in and pushes it toward me, "look here, this is a record of all my soldiers both living and dead, eight summers ago, thirty-two of my men went missing and it was later reported that they were found dead fifteen miles into your hordes territory," he points out.
"That matches up with the time of my brothers death, who was leading the men?" I ask.
"The report doesn't say, it simply mentions thirty-two men, no commander found dead at the scene just regular soldiers," he explains.
"Why didn't you investigate when the soldiers first went missing?" I accuse.
He sighs, "I was told they had gone rogue, and since they were already dead I didn't think much about it."
"Is there anything else that happened during this time that could raise a red flag?" I ask.
Looking at me with hopeful eyes he replies, "It was shortly after these soldiers died that their commander resigned, saying if he couldn't keep his own men in line he didn't want to continue being a commander," he tells me.
My entire being shakes with hopeful excitement. Standing up I slam my hands against his desk.
"That's it, we need to find this commander! He most likely knew what was going on," I shout in excitement.
Calming myself I slump back into the chair, "What was the commander's name?"
"His name is Ian Bratz," Gregory says flipping through the book. "Ian is still living in the city, we just need to contact him."
"Leave that up to me, I already have a reason as to why I would need to visit the city without raising alarm," I say.
Gregory looks at me his eyes shining, "Do tell, what is your idea?" He asks.
I smirk and cross my legs over each other leaning closer to him.
"I will tell everyone that I've gone to the city in order to get myself a weapon because I've heard just how skilled your blacksmith is," I explain my idea.
He nods in agreement with my idea, "You only have one problem, what are you going to tell lady Gwen, she is after all your lady in waiting, so it is her job to follow you and heed your beck and call," Gregory voices the one flaw in my plan.
"I shall tell her that I wish to be left to my lonesome, since she has to listen to me there should be no problem. I already don't have the best of social skills so no one should be the wiser," I come up with.
"Brilliant!" He exclaims happily.
"You seem rather excited about this?" I chuckle.
"I feel that the sooner we resolve this the better you and everyone else will feel. Our races are close to dissipating our problems once we clear the air with this matter I feel things will move more smoothly. But it seems to me that you are apprehensive about finding out the truth?" He says.
My heart is wildly thumping in my chest, "I guess you could say I am... I am nervous. We're so close I can feel it, but there is a part of me that's scared to know the truth," I explain.
Gregory reaches over and pats the top of my head affectionately, "It's okay to be scared, but it's not okay to run from the truth. we've come this far, there is no reason we should stop now," he says.
I smile sheepishly rubbing the back of my head nodding in stiff agreement.
"Yeah, you're right," I mumble.
Gregory closes the book in front of him pushing it to the side.
"So that we do not raise any more suspicion, you will wait approximately three days before you go to the city. I will have a maid fetch you a cloak; it's best not to stir up any more excitement than we already have. People may already know there is a dragon in their midst, but they needn't know where," Gregory decides.
"I agree." I don't need frightened mice alerting my prey.
Standing up I shoot a bright full smile at him before strutting to the door.
"I haven't eaten at all today, I'm completely famished, so if you'll excuse my leaving early, I'm off to find something to eat I'm sure there's a scrap of breakfast lying around somewhere," I recall, smiling back Gregory waves me out the door.
"I will see you later Nora." Nodding I leave the room quietly.
I've barely stepped through the door when I see Geoffrey marching my way. He's dressed in a long black jacket with gold and black striped sleeves, rimmed with white cuffs. Peeking through the top of his jacket is a white drawstring shirt. He's wearing leather boots and gloves, the boots just barely missing his knees.
I step closer to him looking into his dazzling green eyes, "Fancy meeting you here," I chirp.
"I noticed you're often spending your hours around my father. Forgive me if I may seem...bold in asking this, but do you perhaps take a liking to older men?" Geoffrey implies.
I scoff rolling my eyes, irritation rolling off my body in waves.
"Even IF it were any of your business, I shall have you know that I have no such interest in your father of that sort," I rage.
Suddenly he grips my shoulders tightly vehemently shoving me into the wall. The paintings hanging up clatter with the force of my body. He brings his face dangerously close to mine, I can feel his warm moist breath feathering across my cheek.
"Anything and everything you do will always be my business, dear fiancée. As soon as we marry, you, and all your affairs, shall be mine. If I were you, I should very well try to get used to it now, princess," he proclaims, his words are mocking and arrogant he pauses as he reaches the word princess, hesitant to even address me by such a term. It becomes increasingly obvious; he thinks I'm beneath him.
At this point my patience has shattered into a million pieces, I'm blinded by a fiery rage, so bitter but contained for so long it becomes satisfyingly sweet. With my rage consuming me I lift my arm ramming it into his gut, being careful to hold back so I don't hurt him too much.
"Gaw!" he wails, his body falling back. But before he hits the ground, I grab onto his hair, intertwining my fingers in his silky locks. Pulling his face to mine I stare him dead in the eyes, my face contorted in uncontrollable anger.
"I think it's in your best interest that you never speak to me like that again because I will personally cut off your cock and balls. So let you not do something you will regret. Just remember; an insect like you is nothing compared to a beast like me. Know your place human," I hiss enraged.
I toss him to the ground like a rag doll, his body clunks against the floor. He curls up gasping for breath all the while holding onto his stomach.
I turn my sharp gaze away from him, striding down the hall with my head held high. Maids stare and whisper as I walk past, their eyes are full of fear, disgust, and hate, no doubt judging me for what I've done to their prince. These humans need to remember that I am nothing like them forget that and you'll surely regret it.
Nora’s and prince Geoffrey’s relationship only seems to be getting worse will Nora ever make it to her wedding day? Or will she be sent back home with no answers? I hope you enjoyed the chapter don’t forget to like and comment.- Ray