Reunion that leads to calamity.

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"The decision has been made, right?" Isabella sarcastically questioned, "But why do you all seem dissatisfied?"

Even though it was midday and the light was bright, the spacious, luxurious room felt cool. Her heavy purple eyes were placid yet bent.

Her heart raced loudly like a barrel behind her serene exterior; she appeared tranquil, but inside she was restless.

"The proposal is still opposed by me," Stephen grunted angrily. "Why are none of you speaking at all?"

His movable face humanized every emotion with its roundness, beard, and enticingly fluid eyes.

Helen asked, "Stephen, you also agreed on the opening of this academy, did you not?"

He felt frighteningly young looking at that tuft of bromide Helen's hair.

Stephen remarked, trying to hide his anger, "I did, but I still argued that it shouldn't be in the Demarrow Mountain Ranges. Why are you following this jester's example, everyone? "

Carlos did not comment in response to Stephen's assertion.

In a commanding tone, "I advise you to stop right now." "And it'd be great if you apologized as well," Nicolas said.

Compared to other people, Nicolas' outfit was the most lavish, but his dominance was commensurate with it.

"In addition, he's a moron, so why should I listen to you?" Stephen talked in a repulsive manner.

"Since I'm the eldest,"

"But the fact that you only accommodate Carlos is what turns him into a fool,"

The siblings were all taken aback when Isabella banged the table.

There was a sudden stillness.

"I concur with you that building an academy in Demarrow is risky," Isabella said calmly as she sipped her tea.

She placed the cup back on the table and fixed her predatory glare on Stephen as her eyes burned with fury.

Isabella said in a ramrod voice, "But say my husband is a fool once over, and we'll see each other at the war premises."

The youngest of the six brothers, with dashing features and a ponytail, Bruce remarked, "Queen, cool out, he's just worried," with a dinky smile. He was someone, without regard for this world.

"Do any of you know that there is another nut other than the Academy existing in Demarrow?" Eragon spoke in a deep tone.

Before the entire gathering turned its focus away from the tea table and onto the guy sitting gaunt near the window, the other six royals in the room, including Carlos, were lost in thoughts.

"Then what is it?" During watching Eragon, Queen Isabella is questioned.

Eragon gaped at Carlos while he debated whether to say something.

The room was dead silent.

Everybody's expressions darkened as soon as Eragon spit the two words.

"The Well."

Carlos shook the tension in the room by seriously saying, "I have taken it into the account too." I understand that you're all worried about your kids, but please include my son in your worries as well. "

While Eragon continued to fixate on Carlos, Isabella was watching the other lords there.

Carlos said, "He's the one who can handle more threats than anyone, and you know why."

Stephen said, "You're stating it like your son is the only one who has to be assured."

"Why do I get the impression that you have forgotten why we are even here?" Isabella smiled and baited.

"The danger they can encounter in those mountains," Helen said, "is nothing compared to what is coming."

I understand but is there anywhere we can go that is secure? Why Demarrow? " Stephen exclaimed.

"The well is the reason. Am I right, Carlos? stated Eragon.

Everyone, including Isabella, looked intently at Carlos. Except for Eragon, he was unfazed.

"Carlos, is that true?" Wryly, Isabella questioned: "You assured me that Demarrow is close to our kingdom; that's why you are taking this decision."

Nicolas remarked, "Calm down, Isabella."

Carlos, who had been squinting the entire time, finally turned his head.

Carlos answered, "Yes, the well is the only reason." Sternly.

Isabella shouted, "Knowing that it's the most dangerous place in our nation. I object! "

Stephen said, "I agree." Sneeringly.

Eragon's words stopped Isabella as she was about to depart after glaring at Stephen and getting up from her seat with attitude.

Looking out the window, Eragon stated, "Carlos is right, the most perilous area will be the safest for your child."

Isabella resisted as she gaped back and noticed that Carlos and the rest of the group were already staring at Eragon.

Isabella said, "And how?"

"You'll see, so I think the meeting should be ended now," Eragon replied as he hopped out of the window. "I'll return to my kingdom first."

Like everyone else, Isabella was left speechless as Eragon left the room.

Stephen pronounced, "I usually agree with Eragon since anything he says is always correct, but this time, I presume he's gone senile."

"If Eragon says so, I agree," Isabella said as she exited the room, ignoring Carlos.

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Lydan was grinning and staring at Ayrton.

Rei called him "Prince Ayrton."

Ayrton didn't respond and was silent until Rei's voice snared him out of his peripheral vision.

"Yes?" Ayrton remarked as he looked at Rei.

"Shall we spend some time in the garden?"

Ayrton pointed to the spot where the lovely garden was devoid of any life and added, "But there is someone."

"Where did he go?" Ayrton said in a loud voice.

"Who?" Rei inquired.

"Prince Lydan, who was just here a minute ago"

Moments ago? But he went as soon as he awoke, and I tried calling you because you seemed confused, but you did not answer. "

"Ugh." Ayrton blatted in frustration.

"Where is he at this moment?"

"He must have made his way to his room."

"Bring me there!"

"I... but."

"Ayrton!" A voice came from behind them.

To be continued...