Aki Dilherra, 5th prince of Delhevia is to be joined in marriage with the crown prince of Aved, Yeran Avos. When plots older than they themselves start unraveling, will the newly married couple be brought closer or driven apart?
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"Which means there have been more traitors than we were possibly aware."
"And I think your highness might want to know, but a significant amount of the budget allocations has gone missing." Aki added.
"Missing?" Yeran asked.
"Yes, I was reviewing the cost and stock reports, as well as wages and other expenses, and even though they have given reasons, by cross referencing those reasons with the expenses stated, they don't match." Aki stated.
"Only money?"
"No your highness, food, medicine, weapons, they all have shortages than what is calculated in the reports."
"This wound had already festered. infection has already set in." Yeran said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"It would be wise to assume so, your highness," Ruth agreed.
"Why did you save me?" Yeran asked, so sudden, turning to both the brothers.
"Your highness?" Aki asked.
"Neither of you are here willingly, it is only a duty to you, if I am gone, you will be free of that responsibility."
Yeran knew that he should not be asking such a thing at the moment while his body still felt as if trampled by a hoard, where, if wanted, either of the brothers could get the upper hand over him easily, and it would have been safer to feign ignorance till he get stronger, but he had to know.
"Do not mistake me your highness, I do not have a sudden urge to kneel and swear my allegiance to you, but in honesty, you are my best choice. Going back to my father means either another marriage of convenience or being a weapon in his hand, and weather you like it or not, I am the legal spouse of you, I take my responsibilities gravely."
Aki replied, which, yes, acceptable and honest from the character he had revealed and from what Yeran had found through his spies.
Speaking of which, Yeran cursed himself for not thinking ahead and not bringing at least a few of his Forbidden Army.
"You are a friend, your highness, not a responsibility," Ruth said, his lips quirking up a hint.
"And what.." Yeran's question was cut off by the sound of hoofs, drawing closer and closer, fast.
Aki jumped to his feet, Ruth disappearing out the door.
"We need to go, your highness," Aki said, taking a hold of Yeran by a bicep and the other hand wrapping around his waist to hurriedly assist him to his feet.
Yeran stumbled, almost falling flat on his face of not for Aki's strong grip, pulling Yeran's hand over his shoulders, one hand still around his waist. They hadn't taken much of a steps out the small room, seeming to be of a tiny cottage, when the sound of the horses stopped right infront the only exit.
"Take him out the back," Ruth ordered, a sword in his hand, pulling a bar over the door. It wouldn't hold longer, the door being as flimsy as it is, but it would give them some precious seconds.
"Come, come," Yeran was almost dragged, stumbling on his feet. Whatever has happened to him leaving him in a nasty state, motor control whacked up.
Someone banged on the door, though expected, made all three flinch.
"Yeran! Yeran! Ruth! You goddamned body guard, open this fucking door!" The intensive screaming drew their eyes to the quivering door.
"Is that..?" Aki muttered.
"Ruth open the door," Yeran ordered, having identified the voice.
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Ruth
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Hey,
Been a while ah, writers block, apologies my faithful readers. Now I'm back, got hit by inspiration. Don't give up, this book is NOT abandoned.
Arkhane.
P. S. : didn't edit, feel free to point out mistakes.
