<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #40BFBF"><span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Archmage of Scarborough</span></span></span><br/><span style="color: #BFBF80">Scarborough Castle</span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"That, I believe, is a question better directed at Aurion."  <br/></span></span><br/>Aurion smiled in the direction of the King. Something in the man's eyes conveyed his thoughts and he answered, attempting to surprise him. <span style="color: #BFBF80">“It will be a pleasure of mine to watch the duel between your Majesty and our General.”</span> He averted his eyes to Bren and nodded his head while raising a glass which contained a refreshing beverage, but a content that will have no taste on the demon's tongue or lips. <br/><br/>When the Queen entered the large room where the King and his company seated themselves for breakfast and converted in matters of the Kingdom, the demon surveyed her as she advanced forward with a certain glare in his eyes. But the look of hostility passed his light green eyes for only a brief moment. He did not stand up. Instead, he continued to sip the tasteless drink in his goblet, eyes locked on her the entire time.<br/><br/>She was surely not a bed of roses. Aurion could not comprehend once what Alistair found so attractive about the Queen. He studied her hand movement, as the ill-natured drank from her goblet, returning it soon after to the table before laying her hand atop the King's. He took a sip of his drink and shook his head when the King requested to know if the Harold the Archivist and the Apprentice will be joining them for the morning meal.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"You have both been working so hard these days. Why don't we all take things easy, hm? I will write to the Barons at once and request their cooperation in this matter. It will help ensure your safety in your patrol tonight."</span></span><br/><br/>Aurion did not tolerate her audacity but he was also not worried about voicing his opinion, even if whatever he was about to say may hurt the King. The King should be wiser enough to understand that Aurion was not chained to mortal laws. He smirked as he glanced at the Queen, returning her smile with a tilt of his head.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBF80">"How kind of you, my Queen."</span> He began, calmly, eyes never leaving her face for a second. They remained locked on her facial features while his orbs  grew glazed and he did so as he proceeded to respond to the King with an opinion that was also directed to the Queen. <span style="color: #BFBF80">"As much as I find the Queen's idea interesting, it is in our best interest to take care of the matter ourselves. For the security of our Kingdom, it will be wise of you my King not to get the Barons involved in this. We do not know for sure who we are dealing with. As a matter of fact, I do not need to rest. The General and I will take this matter under <span style="font-style: italic">our </span>command. We must keep secret the preparation of our patrol this evening and we will take our own men with us." </span><br/><br/>Aurion looked away from the Queen and regarded the King, meaning every word he said. He stared deeply into the King's soul as if imploring him to disregard the nonsense the Queen was suggesting.<span style="color: #BFBF80"> "My Lord, you must have trust in your Archmage. At least for this mission, we do not need to involve the Barons just yet. For all we know, the enemy could be hiding in the shadows of our own habitat. We cannot permit for any catastrophic scenario to unfold while we are unprepared."</span></div><br/><br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111252">@Kiddo</a><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111593">@Lewi</a>