011 ※ The King’s Perfect Little Problem: A Tale of Wraths, Powers, and Uncomfortable Obsessions

"Don't take me wrong, but he is the most perfect person on the whole continent, and I'm not the only one who thinks this. I mean, it's not just me—you'll find plenty of people who'll say the same thing. He's powerful as hell, like, the kind of power that makes you wonder if anyone could actually stand a chance against him. He's not just physically strong, though. No, he's also incredibly beautiful—there's just something about him that draws you in, like he's some sort of divine being sent to grace this world. But it's not just about looks, not even close. He's got a heart that's massive, filled with love for his people, for the ones who've shown loyalty, respect, and a willingness to fight for what's right. And his kindness? Oh, yeah, it's real—but don't get it twisted. He's dangerous as hell to anyone who's messed with his people, his family, or his kingdom. If you cross him, that's a mistake you won't live to regret. You'll just be dead before you even know what hit you."

I couldn't help but pause for a moment, a thought drifting through my mind. Was he... in love with the king? The way he spoke about him, with such admiration and conviction, made me question if there was more to this than just loyalty. There was something deeper in his tone, something personal.

"And he also loves being a king, you know," he continued, unfazed by my silence. "Ruling his people, building a future where things like what you mentioned—those kinds of injustices—don't happen. And sure, we're not there yet, but we're getting closer. It's not perfect, not by a long shot, but it's on the right track, and that's what matters. The king's been fighting for that vision his whole life, and I believe in him. I believe in the vision he has for this place."

He spoke with such seriousness, his voice firm but almost reverent, as though he were speaking of a god rather than a king. And the way he didn't hesitate to show his deep trust in the king was clear. This wasn't just admiration—it was devotion.

Not just trust—he was completely in love with this king. It was written all over his face, in the way his eyes softened, the way he spoke with such warmth and respect. If there was any doubt left, it was gone now.

"You must know him well," I said, feeling the words leave my mouth almost before I could think them through.

"Oh..." He laughed then, a quiet, knowing sound that hinted at something more beneath the surface. "I know that bastard more than anyone. Trust me, I do. We've been through a lot together."

Maybe they were more than just allies, then. Maybe it was something deeper. Something personal. A lover's bond, perhaps? It was hard to ignore the undercurrent of affection, the way he said "more than anyone" with such certainty, with such intimacy.

"He looks incredible, but honestly, it's almost impossible to believe a king like this exists," I muttered, trying to wrap my head around all this information.

"It's difficult to believe that a person so incredible and perfect like the king exists. I know, I know," he agreed, giving a lighthearted chuckle in response. "But I'm telling you, it's true. Everything you've heard, everything you've seen—he's the real deal. No pretenses, no false facades. Just... him."

I couldn't help but laugh a little, despite myself. The whole thing sounded almost too good to be true, like some fairytale come to life. "So why the hell do you need me then? You have your perfect wraths, and you have your perfect king. What's left?"

"That's funny," he said, his grin growing a little. "But the king cannot do this by himself, even if this is what that bastard wants to do. He's stubborn as hell, and if there's one thing I've learned about him, it's that he'd rather take everything on his shoulders than admit he needs help. But that's where we come in."

It made sense, in a way. The king had so much on his plate, so much to handle, and maybe he wasn't willing to admit that he couldn't do it all alone. But if he had a powerful ally—someone like me—maybe things would change.

"We need powerful people," he continued, his eyes never leaving mine, full of certainty. "And you, apparently, are the most powerful after the king and me."

I couldn't help but shake my head. "I'm not that powerful."

"You are," he insisted, shaking his head as if I were the one being foolish. "I've seen what you can do, and trust me, you're far more powerful than you think. Your soulgic is ridiculously huge, and I'm not exaggerating. When I saw that shit, I was stunned. It's like nothing I've ever felt before. And that's not something I say lightly. I've met a lot of different people with different powers, but yours? It's on another level. It's like you're carrying a whole damn storm inside of you."

His words made my heart skip a beat. "You're just exaggerating," I said, though even I could hear the doubt in my voice.

"No, I'm serious. You think I'm just throwing compliments your way, but I'm not. I know powerful people when I see them. And you—" He paused, staring at me like he was trying to peel back layers of my soul. "You're one of the most powerful I've ever come across. You've got this... incredible potential. I love meeting other wraths, too, because it's always amazing to see the kind of powers different people have. But yours is something special."

I couldn't help but feel a little unsettled by the intensity in his gaze, the way he seemed so lost in thought when he spoke about it. He was right, though. It had always been clear to me that my powers were different from others. But the way he described them made me realize just how much I had yet to understand about myself.

"Yeah," I said, thinking back to when I'd interacted with others. "When I used to interact with citizens, I always liked meeting people who had different wraths from my own. It was... interesting. You never know what kind of abilities someone has, and it's always fascinating to see how they manifest."

"Exactly!" he said, his enthusiasm picking up. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. That's why I asked if one of your wraths was the wrath of fire. Because fire is awesome, but the thing is, I have one of my own—a wrath of ice. It's cool as hell. But what's even cooler? I can read minds. I don't mean just surface thoughts. I can go deeper. I can manipulate minds. And that? That's something I inherited from my parents. It's not a skill everyone has, not by a long shot. Only a select few can control minds like I can."

I blinked, taken aback by his revelation. So, not only did he have the wrath of ice, but also the rare power of mind manipulation? He was more than just a monster of power—he was dangerous, unpredictable.

"This is two different wraths, fae boy," I said, shaking my head in disbelief. "It's the wrath of telekinesis and the wrath of telepathy."

He smirked, clearly unbothered by my surprise. "But I think it's a little different for my race. All powerful faes can read minds, but controlling them—that's the rare part. Not everyone can do it. And trust me, controlling minds isn't something you take lightly."

I was starting to understand why he was so confident. It wasn't just his ice powers. It was the fact that his abilities were far more dangerous than I'd realized.

"Oh, okay," I said, finally understanding. "I almost forgot that things are a little different for each of the races. So, what do you want me to do now?"

He froze for a moment, his expression flickering as though he hadn't expected me to ask that question. But then he returned to his usual self, his eyes locking with mine once again, and I felt the weight of his gaze. His green eyes gleamed with something dangerous, something unreadable.

And for a moment, I felt like I might just be stepping into something far deeper than I had imagined.