Chapter 63: The summoning

A messy-haired youth stomped through the hallways of the dark corridor. His mullet with a rat tail at the back of his head reached down to his mid-back. His dark blue eyes flared with anger, accompanied by bags under his eyes. He has a long but straight nose with a sharp tip, his lips are thin but pale pink.

He wore a black uniform with white snow flecks on the back, silver buttons. Sliver shoulder straps on each shoulder, on his back, is a pearl white cape showing this young man high position despite his young age of being only nineteen years of age.

His face alone can be caused a single empress to start a war over him if he rejected her she would try and take him by force. Right now his beautiful features scrunched up into a scowl "Why the fuck am I getting summoned too late at night" he grumbled walking through the mazes of ailing Corridors.

His temper flared the closer he got to his destination. He stopped right outside of a study, knocking on the door like a proper noble with manners before opening the door glaring at the winter fae prince before him.

"Hello, General lazuri" The fae prince looked up from his paperwork, after escaping from the Wendigo rampage he had run off to one of their many castles, this castle belongs to general Lazuri.

Lazuri's scrunched his face even further "You storm into my castle and stayed without my permission and now you're waking me up in the middle of this godforsaken night dear brother!" general Lazuri started talking informally to the crown prince showing how pissed he is.

The ice fae prince remains as calm as a pond not showing any hint of his true feelings. He opened his mouth "I need your help little brother" he spoke with grace not flinching at all when Lazuri threw a chair in his direction "Why should I help an ungrateful bastard like you" bellowed while looking for something else to chuck at his older brother.

The ice fae prince sighed, getting up he walked away from the desk and towards general Lazuri "I will ask father to release Garret from being a slave" he whispered into the young general ear.

Lazuri froze in place his anger immediately dissipated. General Lazuri's sharp gaze pierced through the crown prince "Don't say things you can't for certain" Lazuri growled not believing in a single word that his older brother said. Even Lazuri himself didn't trust other faes especially his siblings, they are cruel and twisted creatures but so was he even though Lazuri is a battle junkie he knew from rights and wrongs.

The ice fae prince smiled with his eyes closed, Lazuri closed his eyes and pressed his index finger and forefingers against his tamper groaning in frustration "Fine I'll help you bastard" he replied through clenched teeth. The ice fae crown prince patted Lazuri's shoulder strap "Good choice" his voice became cheerily, shivers went down the general Liurzi spine 'What would have happened if I didn't have his request? Never mind knowing this manic he would do something worst than killing Leo' Lazuri mood worsen by a mile.

"I will take my leave now brother" he bid goodbye stiffly, swirling around leaving the guest study. His every muscle is tense and alert. He walked back to his bed quarters and strip off his military uniform leaving it on a nearby chair.

He crawled on his king-sized bed and wrap his arms around a green skin individual who slept peacefully 'At least my orc Warrior is still sleeping peacefully like a Prince' Liurzi admired the sleeping orc for a while before he too drift off into a deep sleep.

"Hey Bazel let's play hide and seek in the East wing only!" a child with fiery red hair shouted looking at a white-haired young boy. The young boy named Bazel eyes shines in excitement "Only if you're it Roman!" Bazel giggled at the red hair boy antics.

Roman lower lip trembled into a pout "Fine, I'll count to fifty" the firey hair boy replied bitterly Turning around facing a wall "one, two, three" he counted, Bazel giggled happily while running away to go into his hiding spot.

He enter a few rooms away slowly closing the door shut, then looking around, deciding to go and hide in the wardrobe.

"Fifty! Here your not, here I come!" Roman shouted, he went to the first room searching every single place Bazel could fit in but didn't find him.

Roman looked in a few rooms in the fifth room he checked under the bed and under a desk finally, he goes towards the closet.

As he was about to open the wardrobe, the door behind him open and closed. Roman looked back and saw the first prince born into the empire of ice fae. "Your highness?" Roman bowed with a poker face losing all sense of childless.

The fae prince smiled warmly at him "Have you seen my little brother Bazel? I have been looking for him" the prince asked with that gentle smile of his even with his slightly childish face he still looked handsome.

Roman mouth slightly parted in surprise from seeing such an angelic smile being directed at him "Um we are playing hide and go seek, I have yet to find him" Roman dated fumbling over his words. The short-haired fae prince's eyes started to glow black as he drew closer.

Roman didn't notice as he is looking at the floorboards feeling shy in front of the first prince "Is that so?" he reply nonchalantly. Shush!

*Cough* "Y-your highness?" Roman coughed out blood his eyes wide as saucers from shock looking down at the dagger that impales his stomach "Bazel Lazuri let this be a lesson to you, the only person you can trust is yourself" the fae prince stated bluntly, his eyes staring at the wardrobe where a young boy tears escape from his eyes trailing down his cheeks "R-roman?" his voice cracked, thud. Bazel fell out of the wardrobe crying heavily realizing his friend hadn't fainted but was killed.