Chapter (78): Prick

Going to the table that Hux had taken in the corner of the east side, Eliot looked back. The window was there but the owner didn't bother to clean the snow from the niche of the outdoor window panes.

Eliot dragged back a chair for her. Hux smirked believing that Wilmore had chosen a valet for Natasha.

"Hurry up, Eliot! Sit and tell us about yourself."

Hux suggested; while Wilmore was playing with the mug in front of him. This small Moon village had incredible sudsy beers. But he preferred the bitter one which suited his life.

"He is sprawling around, why don't you make him shut down?" Natasha interrupted her brother's words.

"We know him well, he has a sleeping demon within him. I like to see him this way!"

Hux answered.

Rave's eyes averted on the knights. He had noticed them as soon as entering the cafe, smirking at them he turned to the barman, ordering, "bring my food to that table. Bring a double drink."

The bulky barman fixed his white hat and tapped on his shoulder, his burned blushed cheeks looked greasy. His little eyes got invisible when he laughed and left, saying, "you get the free drink."

He continued laughing when he left to fulfill that order personally.

"Wow, my fellows! I see that I could find you faster than you!" Rave opened his hands to the sides, and burped. He was drunk.

"When did you get here Rave?"

Asked Wilmore his head down, his forefinger trailing over the edges of his mug while his hood covered his face, kept it dark.

"Ten minutes ago! I saw you entered and when I slid on my feet to reach you that bastard came to my path!"

He was now beside the table.

"Damned rat! You got drunk in ten minutes! What kind of body do you have?"

Hux nagged as Rave took a seat beside him.

"Rat! Why do you call me just like my father, Hux!" His head rolled close to Huxley, Rave was chewing his nerves and it just started from scratch. He hated Rave, enduring him was even hard for demons that one day would come to take him to hell.

"Brother, you need coffee to get out of this daze!"

Eliot recommended.

Rave's head shifted to Eliot. The young man winced as the stink scent streamed to his face.

"Who are your, little ass? I don't remember you!"

Rave gazed at him blankly.

"Rave, watch your behavior, he is my favorite devotee." Alerted Wilmore, his eyes glowed as he gazed at Rave. First time ever calling someone like this, it also made Hux jealous.

"Fine, so this mule is a new member!"

He turned and leaned back.

"How did you get to us so fast?"

Natasha still was thinking about this. He was skillful in tracking but was he really that smart to memorize all of the maps?

"I have all of the paths in here!" He directed to his head and sheepishly grinned.

"Let me kill him! This world doesn't need to see such a creature to itself!"

Begged Hux, his fingers traced his dagger's hilt.

"Consider the entail aspects that benefit us if you grant him one day spare, brother."

Natasha avenged what Hux just said outdoors.

Hux hissed as the expanded fury raged on with his knotted stomach. He picked the mug in front of him and made it a sip.

A waitress came to the table she was ready to take the orders but Rave blinked at her who was wearing a scorned face. This guy just made her job last longer for today.

"What would you have misters?"

Natasha removed her hood. The girl's eyes went wide but she wasn't the only surprised one. The people at the table were also wondering if she was insane. No one knew that there was a girl in the eagle troop of knights.

"What will you have, milady?" The girl's accent soothed.

"Bring us all the special food of this place. No stew or soup, we will have the main course only."

Hux replied. He knew that Natasha would eat nothing else.

"Yes sir, what about the drink?"

"I prefer water, we had enough of beer."

Warned Wilmore, he didn't want to miss the consciousness during the path. If the Lord's niece was right then there were people who wanted to get rid of him. How fool they were?

"Yes, sir! It will come within ten minutes."

She had two legs and borrowed another two and flashed away.

"This kid, what is your name?"

"Eliot, and you?"

"Rave McCain, son of a knighted man who seeks for knighthood."

Hux tilted his head, "knighthood? Wilmore, leave this one to me, I don't think that a few pricks can kill him."

"Yes, teach him to drink properly."

Wilmore smirked mischievously. He was taught how Hux would take out his spinal cord if he would tend to get drunk again. In the eagle knight troops, men would never get drunk until one night, the night that they had achieved triumph and Wilmore's troop never had this night during the past seven years because they didn't assume murdering triumph. Those were made of orders not their own logic.

"This journey will be tough!" Rave said, even when he was too far from the presence he could think about what he was attempting to do.

"The imps are increasing, we must make up a group of men and find their colony."

Hux mentioned, keeping his voice low, he peered to the fire that was raging around inside the fireplace.

"I will definitely go!" Wilmore stated, taking the last sip of his drink.

"Why are you bothering yourself, your grace?" Asked Eliot, the prince had many men that could be sent and explore the Alovena land. His life mattered too much for all of them, especially, the court of Bolingtone because the Queen already made sure no male heir would bear to take her son's place.

"Because I am not the prince who was born to be lucky!"

"What do you believe then?"

He had a trust issue. As he guessed all of the courtiers had the same problem, his mother said that Natasha was the same and he remembered enough to believe her.

"Hardworking!" Wilmore briefed.

"Yes, Eliot, you can't make destiny run or halt either way, but you can make it on your side." Added Hux.

They just assured him that they couldn't trust their own men, that was why they were watching over everything from closed eyes.