Chapter 52

"BAM!"

Curtis slammed his wine glass down against the table.

"Calm yourself, you mortals can be so exhausting at times." Chynir smiled calmly at the reaction of the young prince across from him.

"Why should I wait? He's my brother!" Curtis scoffed.

Chynir's smile wavered for a moment at the site of Curtis acting up in front of him. If there was one thing he hated about mortals around him it was the fact that their emotions were always unstable to him. He calmly exhaled as he glanced out the window across the room. His eyes watching the distance where he could see the young crown prince, Leo, and the others in their group.

"If you must do something than remember to keep your wings hidden. If you pull those things out in front of a crowd it's going to cause me problems. The last thing I need right now and the trouble of others learning about the existence of what you mortals call a lich." Chynir slowly pulled his wine glass up to take a sip.

"That damned brother of mine is blocking my enthronement! How much longer must I wait?" Curtis grit his teeth as his eyes turned to face the god.

"Being what I am I have knowledge beyond your comprehension..." Chynir paused for a moment and closed his eyes. He could feel dozens of eyes in the room on him due to the graceful look of him causing attraction from those all around. At the reaction of the mortals a prideful smile exposed itself as he slowly opened his eyes to look at the young prince. "For example I can feel he is near as well."

"Him? Him who?" Curtis didn't want to doubt the god's abilities, but at same time he hated the very sight of his brother. The longer his brother was alive the more it would mean he had to continue waiting for his own name to be engraved as the next king of Cadirade.

"The one in which he angered back at the border of course." Chynir's smile seemed almost innocent and warm. It was enough to cause anyone who really knew who he was to shake from their nerves being rattled to the bone.

"You mean Vulen?" Prince Curtis thought for a moment. He could feel himself getting a headache as he was reminded about his cooperation with the ice queen, Lyra. That woman had her own uses to him, but he still hated the thought of her almost as much as he hated Leo.

"Yes." Chynir stared blankly at the empty glass in his hand as his smile faded at the sight.

Curtis glanced at the god and could see the shadows on his face as the god's gaze was glued to the fact that his glass had went empty. Quick to react he went and got a fresh bottle from the bartender and brought it back to refill the glass of the god, Chynir. At his actions the smile was slowly replaced on his face returning to it's warm and innocent look. A sigh of relief escaped the young prince.

There was a pause of silence as the god watched the young prince carefully. It was like he was studying a bug with a scope. A glint of red flashed from his eyes as he stared with an unknown emotion.

"Do you fear me young one?" Chynir leaned forward.

"I admire you, my lord." Curtis smiled back at the god and took a drink of his own wine as he flashed of look of admiration in his eyes to the god. The prince was not lying to the god. He did, in fact, admire the god that sat across from him. The god's form and grace was beyond anything he could dream of.

"Admire me..." The god pondered as he swirled the wine in his glass around for a moment and pondered the words.

Curtis could not help but admire the sight before him for a moment before closing his eyes to avoid disrespecting Chynir. Even though his eyes were closed he could see a flash of light.

"SLAM!"

"COUGH!" "COUGH!"

"Admiration and Fear are but only a thing line different from each other... don't you think?"

Chynir's hand was pressing down against the back of Curtis's head. His face was being pressed down against the table so hard that he was struggling to breath, but he did not dare to fight back against the god and only found himself coughing and gasping for air. The room was filling with the noise of people shuffling to their feet to watch the scene in front of them. Nobody in the room was sure what was going on between the two men, but they were preparing to fight if they had to while some of them were simply preparing to flee for their lives.

"Why... My... Lord..." Curtis forced out the words to the god he was serving. He was not sure why the god was being so rough with him since he had been serving the god with nothing but fierce loyalty since the day the god had appeared before him.

"No reason, really." Chynir still had his simple warm smile on his face as he held the prince's face down with one hand. His other hand was still carefully holding his wine glass so that he could continue to calmly sip down the warm red wine with enjoyment.

"My... Lord... I cant... Breathe..." Curtis was still struggling for his air in hope that the god would release him so that he wouldn't suffocate to death under his hand.

The god slowly removed his hand without batting an eye in the direction of prince Curtis. His eyes were simply closed and enjoying his wine.

"Sirs, I am going to have to request you both leave if you're going to act out in my bar!" The bartender shouted to them from behind his counter.

"Sorry! We shall excuse ourselves." Chynir finished his wine and placed the glass down to leave the bar.

Curtis didn't get to finish his because he was still coughing to catch his breath. Shuffling his feet to catch up with the god outside the bar he could see Chynir taking in the scenery. At a glance it was a mix of wonder at the thought of whether the god was enjoying the scene or debating on unleashing his wrath on everything around them.

"Curtis." The god bellowed his name out calmly.

"Yes, my lord?" Curtis replied with admiration in his voice.

"I do not care if you admire me or if you fear me. Whatever you feel has nothing to do with me, but you must remember one thing, kid." Chynir smiled at him.

"What?"

"If you get in my way in any way possible... I will sever your life myself regardless of how useful you may be to my plans." The god's smile widened with a depth of darkness in his eyes that made Curtis's blood run cold in his body. No matter how much admiration he held for his god he knew the god was serious that if he didn't tread carefully he'd willingly kill him even though the god was using him for his own reasons.