Chapter (38): Grotesque

Prince Wilmore slammed the door as Hux entered. His face was flaring, it could tell Hux that meeting the Lord had bothered him.

"She knew! The girl could recognize me."

Wilmore almost shouted.

Hux spread on the chair, tabbing on his stomach that was filled with enough food.

"Do you care that what she would think about you?"

Hux snapped, gazing at the prince who was walking along with an imaginary line on the floor. He never saw him like this.

Wilmore's brain rang as he said that, he halted, peering at him. A grin had tugged on the corner of his lips.

"You piece of a jerk!"

Wilmore insulted, he sat on a chair, his legs moved up, and rested on the table.

"What? Am I wrong?" Hux sat straight tilting his head, sharpening his eyes, "don't tell me that you like her."

"No, I just don't want to harm her again."

Hux sighed then returned to his previous position, "ah, for a moment I thought you got some heart." Raising his palms said, "I take back my words, it is about your sister."

"Somehow, but not entirely."

Wilmore was not sure if it was a good idea for her sister to marry Lord James. She had things in her head, thinking that she can bring the powerful people on her side to stand against the heads of the court. It was a game of power and she wanted to use James' popularity.

"Natasha would describe her everything, I know my sister, she would drop every word she heard from her mouth."

Hux stated, yet wasn't agreed to bringing his twin to this mission. He would rather not play with James' family because this kin had a terrifying background that used to be called tales.

"I know, let her report to my sister. Did you contact the others? We must move to the south next month. I have heard of rebellions making chaos there. I would spend my time there while my sister is preparing for the marriage."

Wilmore was planning to run away again. He knew that his mother would chain him this time not to escape from the mistress selection.

"I did, but I don't think we can go in one month, the Queen will tear you to half this time if you ignore her behest."

Wilmore raised an eyebrow, his eyes rolled off the point in the horizon and turned to Hux.

"Hm, should I put you there in my shoes? You like girls, that's why your ass got fatter than your brain. Imagine that those girls see my real face then what would happen? Can my mother convince the court not to behead me?"

Hux smirked, to him, that wasn't a bad idea to mask as the prince to have some stunning Ladies if the Queen wasn't aggressive. On the other hand, Wilmore was right, he couldn't risk and let everyone touch him.

"Let's be serious, but it is impossible to reach the south within a month. The steam locomotive rails begin from here dragged to the east. North and south don't have rails so it means we must ride and it takes two months with the voyage, passing through the Griffin sea."

Wilmore got to his feet, going to the hanger where his bag was hung. He put his hand inside it, took out a map, and returned to the table.

"Get up! No time to waste on fooling around."

Hux followed his order and sneaked up to his feet, going to the table. Wilmore unwrapped the map and opened it.

There were many red dots on it. Hux brushed a hand on his face. How fast the devil imps could trudge ahead. They had caught many forests in the south, the raiders' benefit was that those lands barely met the sun, only three months, exactly like north.

"We need an army, we can't do this only with one hundred men!"

"We would just protect our own folds. I would talk to my mother as soon as we return but they wouldn't dangle themselves until it is happening in the Noland."

Hux put his forefinger to a border village then said, "we have a tower in this village. Look how close the Imps overflow."

Wilmore gazed up, Hux was the intrepid one because exhorting the rest was hard but Hux never had said he wouldn't come. He was the brother that he always wished to have but never would tell him this.

"If they did not give us the army we have to move on my orders. This winter began harsh and gives a perfect chance to them. They would seize ahead."

Wilmore alerted, they have received records that villagers killed the devilish imps that surged and killed the cattle.

"I am in, we are supposed to fight if not our enemies would feed their guts to do so."

"The fire should be out of our lands, see even the border walls can't help enough because those demons got wings to break us down through the sky."

Wilmore was glancing at the map of western lands. No menace could harm Witchwood nor Rose forest according to their power.

The prince just admitted that human power was considered the poorest one.

"Wilmore, we must set as many cannon we can. I wish the Queen begins the negotiation with the faeries soon, we have gunpowder but it can't help enough, we need their power."

Hux was straight but he was speaking logically, they couldn't burn everything to eradicate those imps that weren't obvious from which hell they found a way to the light.

"You and I must find the source of their colony. I can't wait for my mother to end the cease-fire and announce the peace. She is stubborn and my father just obeys her."

He just confessed that the king no longer had held the power and the murmurs that people used to spread around were true.

"He can help us, he has allies amidst the faerie folks."

Hux suggested.

Wilmore closed his eyes and curled his fingers, in no way, he could like the James family, he never trusted them.

"I don't trust Miguel James and those previous knights of the court." To him, they could become betrayals and disobey the court's decision again when they did once.