Drayce, who was watching his friend’s distress in relish, had to hide the smile on his face.
’Do not laugh.’ Arlan glared at him. ’Have you forgotten how foolish you look being jealous of your wife’s brother? You could not even accept a simple hug between siblings. What right do you have to laugh at me?’
’You laugh at my foolishness, I laugh at yours. It is only fair.’
’Something is wrong with these Ilven siblings. How dare they both attract my aide?’
’Is it their fault? Your aide is a pervert. She seems comfortable with either gender. Neither siblings did anything to get this kind of attention from your aide.’
Arlan swallowed his anger. He could not refute. He could only swallow another goblet of wine while engrossed with the thought of teaching his aide a good lesson.
When their meal was over, Drayce spoke to Arlan, "Let’s have drinks tonight. It’s been a while since we had it together."
"How about a tavern? The atmosphere in the palace is pretty stifling."
"Fine with me," Drayce spoke.
Arlan threw a grin at Slayer, who was standing several feet behind the young king. "That means you are off duty tonight, Sir Knight."
"As you say, Your Highness," Slayer replied with a bow.
Arlan rolled his eyes, before complaining towards Drayce, "He is going to make me sick with all his polite formal talk."
Drayce chuckled. "We will make him drink tonight and get him to start cursing you."
"Make him drink? He can’t even stand one fill of it. I don’t want to carry his sorry ass back."
Oriana heard their friendly banter and realized, ’Seems like they are close friends with Sir Sanders. To think the King of Megaris agreed to visit a tavern...’ She briefly recalled her encounter with Arlan in Jerusha. ’Is enjoying commoner liquor a secret hobby among royalty?’
Seren stopped Arlan as the men were about to head out. "Prince Arlan, since you and Dray are going out, I would like Orian to attend to me. I hope you have no objection."
Arlan looked at Drayce to which Drayce offered him a light nod. He agreed, "As you wish, Your Majesty." He gave Oriana a deep stare, whose face visibly brightened.
’Is she that happy to be by Seren’s side? She never acts this excited with me.’
Cian suddenly spoke out, "You enjoy your outing. I will take my leave now."
"Are you not interested in coming with us?" Drayce asked.
Cian did not enjoy drinking, be it expensive wine or commoner beer. He was someone who grew up in the military, and he led a somewhat disciplined lifestyle. "I still have some important matters to attend to. I have to leave to continue with the investigation."
"Be more careful," Drayce commented. "Do not engage them head on."
"I will," Cian bowed to them before leaving.
"Wait, Your Highness!" Oriana spoke out suddenly, prompting everyone to look at her.
She lowered her head immediately and spoke, "Apologies for speaking without being allowed to...but I have to say something to Prince Cian. May I speak my mind?"
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