Stupid Is Not His Thing.
The clinging and clanging sounds, coming from behind the chamber made the place noisy.
"You are venting." Cesarean voice was heard.
"I am not." Servyn replied in a gritted speech, pushing his sword further which collided with Cesarean's.
"Then why did you decide to sparr with me today?" Cesarean inquired.
"Cant I a have a nice day with my friend no more?" Servyn smirked.
"Of course you can, but this my friend, is not what you call a nice day." Cesarean replied as he effortlessly swung his sword towards Servyn's direction.
Servyn skillfully evaded the attack that was launched on him, giving a counter attack of his own. "That was impressive." He commented tauntingly, as though bragging about his own skills.
"You never change." Cesarean stated, not minding the Crown Prince's comment at all.
"Where's the red head?" Servyn asked.
"How am I to know that your majesty?" Cesarean said in a not so respectful tone.
"I just hope he isn't doing anything stupid." Servyn blandly stated.
"Stupid is not his thing, it is more of yours." Cesarean interjected, earning a glare from Servyn.
The Crown Prince scowled at Cesarean words. "Says who killed a woman for an animal."
"I was just being fair, isn't that the fastest way to be more human?" Cesarean justified.
"Whatever, I am done here." Servyn said, as he strategically knocked Cesarean swords of his hand, and immediately brought his to the man's neck. With a one sided smile, he boasted. "Better luck, next time."
Cesarean gave a chuckle before motioning to Servyn with his eyes to look beneath.
Following Cesarean's cue, Servyn looked down at his torso to see a sharp dagger positioned there. His one brow raised in amazement.
"Impressive." The words left Servyn's mouth.
"Never be too unprepared." Cesarean conceited with a smirk.
A frown settled on Servyn's face. "Was that for me?" He questioned in annoyance.
"No, that was for me. But I got one for you too." Cesarean sneered at Servyn. "Never let down your guard because of pride." He chuckled before picking up his sword from the rocky ground and walked away.
A slight smile tore it's way towards his lips. Servyn shook his head before stepping out of the practice ground.
A guard from the side reluctantly walked forward with a small piece of cloth in his hand, he handed it over to Servyn.
"How have things been?" Servyn queried, taking the piece of cloth from him and wiping his forehead that was placated with sweat.
"I have not yet executed that order." Zolan apathetically remarked.
Servyn turned to him with a glint in his eyes. With a beam, he cited. "Aren't you getting too ahead of yourself, Zolan?" It wasn't a question but more of a statement.
With disinterest, Zolan retorted. "I will do that now."
"You should." Servyn's gaze casted on him, watching him leave the area, with a wide undecipherable grin plastered on his face.
The Crown Prince is a strange man.
. . .
"So you mean….It is real?" Hermione questioned, digesting the information she just heard.
"History has it that way. No one ever knew what happened to the dragon king, except that he was betrayed and killed by his queen, The historical books had not recorded anything concerning that area in them." Kasper disclosed.
Hermione was shocked by the outcome. The queen he loved so much? What on earth could have made her to do that. If they were madly in love with each other, then how did she have the heart to do it to him.
She shuddered from such thoughts. "That is sad." She said subconsciously.
"It was a gift, from the King to his queen. It was pulled from him, his body. To show how much he loved and cherish her."
"Rumours said she was a witch, but managed to keep her true self a secret, and only the king knew about this secret of hers. But because of his undying love for her, he protected her secret very well from his people, which in turn, brought him his death."
Hermione was disturbed by the story. "Didn't Leticia loved him back? Even a little?"
"She did. Just as he loved her." Kasper replied.
"Then why….?"
"That is what nobody knows. Some said it was fate and it was bound to happen, some only blamed the king for foolishly falling in love with a witch." He told.
"What happened to her after his dead?" Hermione asked.
"She died as well. She killed herself."
Hermione's eyes widen. This was getting unsettling. She felt a tumbling feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Though she died, the necklace had always been with her. Before she killed herself, she casted a spell on it, and gave her last order to the people. She told them if they wanted to incure her wrath, then they should try and take the necklace from her. No one did, they lack such courage to do so. And like that, it was buried with her in her tomb."
"The necklace though, you can not tell it's authenticity. Many fake ones have been sold to dupe kings and lords of their money. The real one has never resurfaced since it was buried along with Leticia." Kasper divulged, seeing her interest in the topic.
"It was buried?" Hermione asked.
"Yes. It has been millennium since then. So trying to find it now will be as good as impossible." He bawled.
A million years? Then….
Her eyes darted to her room in worry. With a huge sigh, she gulped down a huge fit before asking another question, hoping to find out the one she held was a fake one. Oh God please! She begged in her mind.
"How….I mean, how can you tell the real one from the fake one."
"Nobody knows." He revealed.
Oh Lord! This is bad.
"Really? Not even a single difference?" Hermione asked with lingering hope shining in her eyes.
"Not at all."
His replied killed them all.
"Are you alright?" Kasper took note of her contenance which had changed for the past minutes now. "Did the story bother you that much?" He questioned in concern.
"Maybe….a little." She replied half truthful.
He smiled softly. "Sorry for making you disturbed."
"No, I was the one who asked." Hermione forced out a smile.
"Alright then, I shall leave you to rest." He stood up.
"Thanks for the cup of tea." He said.
But his words didn't seem to reach her ears. She acted comported on the outside, but only god knows how unstable she was on the inside. With her forced smile she followed him to the door to wish him good bye.
And when he stepped outside. He turned towards her with a distinctive look in his eyes. "I will see you soon."
Hermione heard him say almost inaudibly. It was to her but she felt like he was telling those words to himself. Is something wrong that she had not taken note of? Or is he concealing something from her?
With a nod, she replied him and watch him stride away from the neighborhood.
Her mind became troubled and baffled again. The story behind the necklace just added more uncertainties in her already unsettled mind. Hermione was conflicted.
She slapped the back of her palm on the front of her opened one over and over again, as she stood outside. She suddenly paused. Her brows flew upward.
Hermione quickly rushed inside towards the cupboard she had placed it earlier. With hesitation, but determination, she took it out and wrapped it in a clothe before leaving the house. It was already time for the curfew but that was at the back of her mind right now as she ran without second thoughts.