Before entering Roan, Dorma had given a letter of formality to the king informing of his son coming to the said kingdom.
Do note that this was not Euclidean's idea because he never cared for formalities. It was only because of his elf aide's suggestion that a letter was sent.
Since Dorma had a new king, neighboring kingdoms would have been wary of them coming to their land unannounced. It was a good move that they sent a letter for a visit. Both curiosity and doubt lingered thinking what could have been the reason of this unexpected exchange only to know that the crown prince of Dorma himself wished to come. Was it because they are planning to spy on Roan? Well, he didn't know.
But according to the envoy elf who represented Dorma, their crown prince is only five which made this situation a bit weird.
Why would they just casually let their crown prince go like that? Did they think that Roan kingdom would agree easily and baby that brat's desires? And what if the prince dies here?
Zed Crossman, the current king of Roan kingdom, wondered what could have been the hidden intention behind this yet agreed nonetheless considering that it might be a good thing to make alliance to this kingdom.
"Then allow me to set coordinates in this castle." The elf spoke formally. Despite looking down on humans, they definitely are one of the creatures upholding beauty and odd elegance.
"Alright. I hope you will follow the terms in agreement." Zed responded and left for his piled up paperworks leaving the young crown prince Alberu Crossman to wait for the coming storm(Raziel).
Sending the message through communication device, a portal automatically opened right in front of them in the same day.
Alberu Crossman, the crown prince of Roan kingdom placed both hands behind him as he looked front. His blue eyes stared straight, expression suppressed and remained wary of the person coming. He awaited the people who might pass through the portal circle device in front of them. Its been a few seconds but no one still came out.
The blonde thirteen year old prince noted that the new king was said to be a great magician. Which meant that his son, the crown prince of the neighboring country has a high possibility to be a magician like his father. But since he's only five, he was not expecting anything amazing at all.
He wondered if the prince of Dorma was having a tantrum that's why it's been taking too long. The portal in front of them looked like a shallow but milky water. It was pure white that one couldn't actually see what's beyond it so all that's left for them to do was patiently wait there, expecting something or that someone to come out.
The elf who represented Dorma remained quiet. He did not care at all if they ever offended Roan as they made them wait but his eyes were also full of anticipation and undeniable admiration that it was obviously sparkling which didn't make sense at all. Why would an elf feel such way towards a prince? Since when did elven have such sight for humans?
Waiting a few minutes more, a small feet finally came out of the circle. Everyone prepared to welcome the guest until finally, hair as red as fire and wide and bright green reptilian eyes that reflected an emerald jewel appeared in front of them.
Everyone awed the beautiful child as he finally showed himself. "Hello. I am I am Dorma's crown prince Raziel Rory Acheros." He placed a hand on his chest and made a cute yet elegant bow. "It's an honor to see your prosperous kingdom with my very eyes."
"You flatter us, your highness. I should be the one honored to finally meet the famous crown prince of Dorma. Praises of you had been going on around the continent, but those words could not compare as I look at the prince Raziel in person." Alberu replied.
Blain blinked twice as he looked at the crown prince in his early teens. It seems like he's developed his glib tongue at a young age that's why he's good at it.
Oh, well.
The redhead smiled at him innocently. So innocent it held nothing but bright shining angelic light behind him. He may not have learned the power of smooth praises, but he did learned the innocent face behind the devil smile from yours truly Euclidean. It's not very hard since all that needs to be done is have an innocent face and smile even if you're plotting something else.
Once again, the people were in awe of this child's smile. Blushing and touched by the sight of his mysterious but kind and heart melting smile.
The whispers of him being a young saint and an angel could be heard around. Blain started feeling uncomfortable and while it is indeed a normal reaction, their elven envoy was clearly over reacting.
Tears in their beautiful eyes, the elves had already knelt in front of him as if a god just descended from heaven. "Just the sight of the crown prince Raziel is a gift from the gods." They cried.
Raziel smiled still despite the short twitch that nearly put his smile to an end. "Since you've done your job, do get back to Dorma. Papa will be delighted if you worshipped him like that." He stepped aside and motioned his hand to the open portal.
"If that's your wish, we will follow your greatness." The bowed respectfully and went through the portal until no one were left.
"Your highness?" Alberu called.
"Please, your highness. I'd be happy if you call me by my name." The boy stepped closer to him reaching out his hand for a shake.
Alberu looked at his hand before giving a small kind smile and reached out for their courtesy. "Then please, address me as Alberu as well, Raziel-nim."
"Okay!" He beamed. His smile brightening up the already bright room. The beautiful child looked around the before his eyes turned to the closing portal. None but only him was left which make it more baffling.
"Raziel-nim." Alberu started. "Where are your guards?" He asked.
The little boy tilted his head. Giving a silly smile. "Do I need to have some?" Indeed, they'll only slow him down if they came with them.
"Raziel-nim, you are very young. You're going to need someone to protect you." He explained.
Oh please~ Blain wanted to scoff but kept the smile nonetheless. "I'm fine." He replied.
"Please come in, your highness, it's hot out here." He offered, the boy nodded as they went in.
However, Raziel stared at the hand he shook earlier. Looking at it as it seemed that Alberu forgot to let it go, holding his hand while guiding him through the entrance.
But seeing nothing threatening about it, the redhead shrugged the thought and let him. The bright and extravagant interior welcomed him from the grand hall. The marbled floor shone like clear waters that it could even mirror the ceiling's golden chandelier. The pillar was also made of white marbles embedded with melted gold as its lining highlights. The windows were wide and open while the white curtains were clipped on both sides, tied into a rose-like pattern. In the middle was the typical red carpet aligned towards the twin staircase going to the second floor.
The boy with green eyes looked around. Admiring it yet felt a bit proud that Euclidean's cave looked even better than this. Although they lived in a castle now, he still couldn't help but remember how rich his 'dad' was.
The two were quiet for a while. Two guards were following them behind and only the clapping of their heels on the floor could be heard.
"Raziel-nim, the elves seems to respect you." Alberu started. Although the prince couldn't fathom why, he sensed something about this young boy.
"Oh, you mean the elven envoys." The boy hummed.
"Yes. I heard that elves are creatures who respect no one in particular, except for dragons, nature or the world tree." The boy explained, already sensing the peculiarity of Blain's situation.
"Pa-- his majesty, saved their forest. So they are indebted to the royal family." He explained, half lying with confidence and masking the lie with an angelic smile. Even at this age, Alberu is a wary person, huh? "My father is a very strong mage."
"Is that so? They respect him so much to even become an envoy to the kingdom of Dorma?"
"Yes. Because they're very thankful." Raziel smoothly answered.
"It seems so, indeed."
"How long are we going to walk?"
Alberu stopped making Raziel follow. The crown prince turned around and observed the five year old. "Are you, perhaps tired?" He asked.
The boy just nodded. Not that he's actually tired, but ever since they've gone on walks, Euclidean had a accumulated a hobby of carrying him around like he was a pet dog. So he's became lazy on short walks.
"If his highness don't mind, I shall carry you." One of the guards--who have been captivated by his looks-- volunteered.
Raziel's eyes lit up as soon as the offer came. His reptilian green eyes shined like he's been offered a generous amount of candy with eyes of anticipation written in his face.
"I permit."
The guards couldn't help but bite their lips and looked at the child softly as if their hearts are melting. "Then, pardon me your highness--"
Before they could even come close, Alberu, who was the closest managed to lift him by the armpit and placed him comfortably to his side while Raziel turned to him seemingly stunned.
"It's fine, I got this." Alberu spoke.
Treating a royal from another country is an important attitude for Alberu to make connections from who to trust and not. If treating Raziel properly will give him a liberty of allegiance towards the rising country of Dorma, then he'd have to test the waters first. If the green eyed redhead will see him as someone he could rely on then this relationship will go on a long run.
All along, the plan was to win the child over to his side and use his connection and position the best way possible.
At least that's how Alberu thought that it should be.
Raziel is a cute child as well, it's not bad to be fond of him just a little... right? Alberu turned to the child who was looking at him with wide wondering eyes. The blonde prince smiled at him, a magnanimous smile yet behind was a plotting prince.
Understanding Alberu's intention quickly sunk into Raziel.
So that's how it is...
The boy thought before returning it with one of that innocent smile of his.
Guess I'll have to play along and see what you're up to.
He clung his arms into the blonde's neck and leaned into his shoulder. "You carry me like my father." He said sending out one of his most precious giggle.
"It's an honor to hear that, Raziel-nim." Alberu replied softly as they trailed the long hallway. Following behind were two sulking guards who is unable to carry the cute green eyed prince.
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So yea.. Alberu's around 13 or 14 right now. I think I remember him being 24 when he first met Cale, right? I really can't remember or I'm prolly thinking of something else.
Anyway, that's all, bye~