Arriving Abetha

The Crown Prince of Griven could feel the gaze on the back of his head coming from the direction of the Queen of Megaris.  Though he was pretending to not have caught her peeking, with his senses, it was impossible for the woman to hide the fact that she had been observing him. Arlan could see that a few months ago, her gaze held nothing but passing courtesy towards him, and now, those purple eyes held an unmistakable interest in them.

"Did you tell something not so good about me to your wife?" Arlan asked Drayce. 

"Teaching her with the best example available," Drayce replied.

"Teaching? What?" He narrowed his eyes on the young king. "What did you exactly tell her that she looks at me with such a suspicious gaze?"

"Told her not to be deceived with sweet talk and pretty faces."

"Hah. Of all people, you use me?" Arlan let out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment. "Now she will think of me like some kind of monster can come out of me anytime."