â€œAlaster! ALASTER! Where the HELL do you think youâ€™re going? Alaster!â€ The voice came from a distraught and disgruntled older man. He was the Kingâ€™s Advisor, and he had just informed the Prince of the marriage that would unite the two Kingdoms of Adair and Silvus.<br/><br/>â€œAnywhere, but HERE!â€ The warrior prince snarled, teeth bared. He whirled around to face the other man, his fingers clenched into tight fists while his chest heaved with deep breaths.<br/><br/>â€œYou canâ€™t just say no to your King and Queen, and leave!â€<br/><br/>â€œThey are NOT my King and Queen, they are my parents. Thereâ€™s a difference. Now leave me alone.â€<br/><br/>As Alaster started stalking back down the trail again, the Advisor quickly followed, parchment and envelopes in his hands. He had to trot just to keep up. It wasnâ€™t that the Prince was taller; it was that he was walking so fast, he may as well have been jogging. The closer he got, the more fear he felt in his gut. Alaster was well known for his terrible temper. And it was terrifying. He had never been afraid to utilize his skills in whatever way that he wanted, called for or not. The Advisor had no idea if these were to be his last moments in this world.<br/><br/>â€œPlease, Alaster, at least take the time to â€“â€œ<br/><br/>â€œNO!â€ His voice was like a bomb going off. The shockwave had the Advisor standing there with wide eyes; frozen in place. With a growl, he stalked over to the other man and grabbed the papers. His blonde hair, braided and in twisting in waves down his back and face, shimmered in the light of the moon. â€œDo you want to know what I think of this â€˜agreementâ€™, as everyone is calling it?â€ Before the Advisor had a chance to reply, Alaster had the papers in his hands. And he was tearing them into shreds.<br/><br/>â€œThose... thatâ€™s the only... but why?â€ The Advisor looked ready to faint.<br/><br/>â€œBecause our blood has been pure from the beginning. Because why would we want weak blood to spoil our culture, our way of life... our people? There canâ€™t ever be peace without war. This.â€ He opened his hands to let the paper he had shredded flutter and float toward the ground. â€œIs just postponing the inevitable. We should goto war instead, like we planned in the first place. What kind of cowards agree to something like this?â€ His last words were spat out with a venomous hiss.<br/><br/>â€œWe are not cowards, boy! How dare you-â€œ<br/><br/>The prince scoffed. â€œSave it, William! There is nothing you can say.â€<br/><br/>He took several calming breaths. â€œAt least try to listen to reason. Hear me out at least.â€<br/><br/>â€œIf the next words out of your mouth have anything to do with â€˜hearing you outâ€™, I will kill you.â€ Alaster had his teeth bared again. â€œYou will be gutted and left to suffer in agony for hours before you die. If that is what you want, then go ahead. Letâ€™s hear what you have to say.â€<br/><br/>The Advisorâ€™s teeth snapped shut, and he let out a sharp sigh. After grinding his teeth for several moments, he turned on his heel and quickly walked back toward the castle gates. This entire arrangement terrified him. Not just because Alaster was in the mix, but because of the possibilities that awaited Adair. There was always the possibility that this was all just a set up. A trick. And when they least expected it, Silvus would remove them from history. While he never brought such a thing to light, the idea that it could happen scared him more than the prince did. Silvus tended to be a more â€˜civilizedâ€™ Kingdom, but after visiting there once or twice, William barely saw the difference. All he saw were people living with what they had, and nothing more. None were better than the others, and he could barely understand why anyone would think lesser of one or the other just because they were of a certain lineage.<br/><br/>â€œMy King, I could not appease your son.â€ His mannerism changed once he was before his King and Queen. â€œHe is beside himself with rage, and he tore apart the parchment you both signed.â€<br/><br/>The Queen, Mirida, sighed and placed her face in one of her hands. The King, however, didnâ€™t seem too concerned about it. â€œHeâ€™s a boy,â€ he said, waving a hand at his Advisor. â€œWhen he becomes a man he will understand all of this. Until then, let him do it his way. Heâ€™ll learn. Heâ€™ll have to. Because in less than a weekâ€™s time, we are going to Silvus. And him with us.â€