Page 88 of Enchanted Kingdom
Now not only was I in a room with an Enchanted, but I was in a room with two of the three most powerful Enchanted in all the kingdom.
I was a dead duck.
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“Father,”Prince Krewan said from the door. “A patrol this morning found another disloyal. Almost had the bastard, but then he somehow disappeared on us.”
The king’s facial features snapped back to cold. “Which wall?”
I wasn’t sure Prince Krewan could plainly walk, as he purposefully strode to the corner of the room to a bottle of some sort of liquor. He poured himself a glass, his back to his father’s back. “Savaryn.”
The king groaned as he took a card for his turn. “They are getting more and more courageous with the Assemblages going on.”
“Agreed,” Prince Krewan said as he turned to take a sip of the drink. “More courageous, but also making dimwitted decisions.”
The king snorted his agreement as he turned back to the cards.
Around his back, Prince Krewan stole a look at me. His eyes didn’t seem to meet mine, they seized them. For the briefest of moments, a flash of a second, his eyes themselves crackled with his power before he blinked and continued looking my way.
I had never seen magic flare in someone’s eyes like that before. It was beyond eerie, and I tried my best to not outright stare. Or let my jaw flop open.
How did he just do that?
Prince Krewan kept his eyes on mine as he headed in our direction. While the king had actually been nice to me lately, I also hadn’t forgotten those bruises, and I had no idea what to do with Prince Krewan now in the room. I didn’t want to be alone with either of them, and both of them together... well, I didn’t know which was the lesser of two evils.
“What are we playing?” Prince Krewan said as he strode over and took a chair directly next to mine, draping an arm around the back of my seat.
“Bingle,” the king said. “Jorah here is not bad.”
I drew a card, the last card that I needed, and I was about to finally lay down my hand and end the round.
Prince Krewan reached in, picked up a card from the middle of my run, and discarded it.
He didn’t allow me to win. He’d sabotaged my hand.
A servant came in and asked the king if he would like a cigar.
While the king answered, I stole a glance at Prince Krewan. He was still looking at me and gave me the barest shake of his head. As if telling me not to win.
Did he know how difficult this was for me? To throw the game on purpose? To this ass of a king that didn’t think women should be playing cards to begin with?
What game was Prince Krewan playing at now? Was Prince Murderer trying to honest to goodness help me right now? And if he was, to what end?
The king lit his cigar and drew a card.
When I drew a card, it was a four, the same card that Krew had just discarded. Without skipping a beat, he picked it out of my hand and threw it back down.
I tried my best not to glare at him. “Do you have something against fours, Your Grace?”
Prince Krewan’s eyes met mine. “Certainly not. Fours can bequitelovely.”
The king snorted a laugh while I took a second to glare at Prince Krewan, who was looking at me with half of his mouth turned up in a smirk. I just couldn’t decide if his eyes were gray or blue today.
The doors opened again, the only reason I noticed being that more light spilled into the dark and moody room. “Your Grace!”
A guard walked over quickly and whispered something in the king’s ear.
“You’re sure?” the king asked. “Dra Skor?”
