Chapter 6
As I stumbled upon Arvan Dahors, I couldn't help but feel that he would never be able to comprehend my dire circumstances. I believed that all he would do was mock my worn-out, exhausted, and disheveled appearance, as he seemed to have everything that I lacked. Unfortunately, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was nothing but a petty person in his eyes as he looked at me with his arrogant, golden wolf-like gaze.
His shoulders are slightly bent to put them at my eye level, and his hands are resting behind his back. His towering stature with his massive, well-muscled shoulder makes me feel ashamed.
"Silver Warrior, you like to stir up trouble when none is asked?" Ignoring the look of bewilderment and terror on the faces of the Elimer people, he says this.
"Prince Arvan, what are you doing here?" With evident rage that could easily result in violence, the father says.
My breathing gets a little dry, and Arvan does not take his eyes off of mine. Though calm, my thoughts are confused.
"Valmud, I believed I was invited to some ridiculous coronation, correct?" As one of the four dragons who vowed allegiance, Valmud, steps forward, he sneers. That is right, Arvan has four dragons capable of setting the world on fire.
Dragons are thought to be the most powerful creatures that the Great Light has ever created, dating back to the creatures' prehistoric past. They are known for their stunning appearance when they are changed into human form. They are masters of magic beyond the comprehension of humans. They fly across the sky with their wings outstretched, helping humanity and being kind to themselves.
But greed is ingrained in human nature. By killing its leader and selling their souls to evil shadows in order to gain unchallenged power, it betrayed the trust of the dragon. Following years of conflicts and wars, the first Emperor was able to subdue the angry dragon clan that desired vengeance from humanity. Dragons favored the First Emperor because they appreciated his loyalty and honesty.
"The Dragon will return to guard light under its wing the Day a New Star Appears."
Dragons were nonexistent for centuries until the day Arvan Dahors was born. From the eggs left by the dragons that sank into a deep sleep in the tall mountains under the guardianship of fairies, four baby dragons emerged.
Valmud, one of the Four dragons, is always accompanied by Arvan. He has mulberry hair that is tied up in a lossen braid and mulberry snake eyes with sharp facial features that can entice even the most sensible man. shielding him from any threat that could arise from anyone.
"My Prince, Elimer has no memory or consciousness." Valmud laughs and enrages the members of Elimer's Noble Court. My brother is yet to say anything, maybe scared of Arvan's warth which once blew off his entire stable with fine warhorses 2 years ago.
" Watch your mouth in front of the Emperor of Elimer." Shouts the Elder Wikkee.
Arvan's amused and curious eyes are still fixed on mine. Does he think I am some kind of circus lion, or is he expecting me to suddenly take a side with him?
"The supposedly immature Prince of Dahors is the one who is unconscious and forgetful, not Elimer." I look down into those stunning golden eyes that light up brightly at my words, speaking with a confident yet detached demeanor.
A smirk curled Arvan's lips as if I had responded exactly as he had wanted me to.
What a resentful response! I was hoping for some gratitude. Valmud and his associates laughed at his fake pettiness, but I found it offensive. "Prince Arvan, if you do not leave the court of Elimer, your head will be rolling on the ground," I say as my eyes grow darker.
With a rough and deep whisper, Arvan leans in closer and says, "Silver Warrior, I would love to have our swords clang against each other."
Something pricking my stomach made my eyes widen, and when I looked down, I saw Arvan holding a small dragger. There will be a death if our swords come into contact.
Not us, naturally, but one of the Elimer or Dahors people. My moral decisions and Arvan's crazy swordplay have never resulted in a happy ending, and they never will.
He sneers in amusement, "Take back," I command him. "What happens if I don't?" "On your lovely face, you do not want some pretty marks, do you?" I smile, but not in a sentimental way. With a dramatic gesture of covering his mouth, he asked, "Was that a compliment or a threat?"
I inch closer, causing undesired blood to trickle down my skin as the sharp blade plays with my skin, but it does not matter. When he realized that my blood was tainting his dragger, his smile vanished and the sparkle left his eyes.
" Warning."
When we are speaking, nobody dares to speak, not even Valmud, who has the ability to instantly blow off the entire court, or the Emperor, who is in charge here. Not even counting are the others.
My own blood began to run down my back and soak through my grey shirt. He bites his inner cheek and then hurls the dragger across the round table, piercing the assassin's served head. Edwin winces, but he does not reveal it.
"Silver Warrior, you will one day die from pride." With a deep, rough voice, he says something that gives me chills. " At least better than dying as a coward and shadow."
He leans in closer to my ear, and even though I could not see it, the lovely scent of roses and lilies emanated from his body. Even though he is my worst enemy and my harshest critic—the man I despise more than anyone—it is difficult to ignore him occasionally.
"Golden Crown—do you desire it?" He whispers low, enough for me to hear only. The same query he posed four years prior. What did I say back then? Though not exactly clear in my mind, I am not sure what I am going to say next.
"Why?" Will you bestow upon me a crown? I ask, not quite sure how to respond in that particular circumstance. I can still hear his slow breath in my ear, "You want me to?" He makes jokes that make me laugh. I comply, though.
"Your Highness, you and I are of different kinds." I take a step back and turn to face my father, brother, and the member of the court.
I mumble, "I want distraction, not a crown," but he hears me. He steps back, nodding and laughing.
"Let's leave, Valmud. Silver Warrior isn't in the mood to amuse us."
How much I want to crush this man's ego and attitude and make him beg for forgiveness!
You, who shine brightest, Can I ever be better than you?