Arthur's Point of View

Pendragon Estate

Its amazing that barely even a week ago, Arceana and Elincia both tried to have me killed. Elincia’s attempt was more personal and understanding in nature, but it still was on my mind. Even though I understood why she did it, part of me was actually somewhat hurt from their actions. I know they’re not the same girls they used to be when I trained them, but there were times I missed it.

I realized that as I sat down next to the bed where Typhon laid unconscious. “Here we are again…”

There was a knock from my front door that got me to groan. Standing, I made my way to the entryway before answering the door. The magic signatures on the other side were all green so I assumed it was Elves. It’s always Elves… Until it isn’t.

“This is a surprise.” I said simply. “I wasn’t expecting you today, Aydalia.”

She smiled. “A good surprise, I hope?” Her tone was nervous as she watched my eyes dart around the group.

Aien, her husband, was with her. He wasn’t an issue since I already knew who he was, and I assumed he was here to apologize for his prior behavior or something along those lines. So, instead, my focus was on the other two Elves who were present. I’d never met them before, but I immediately knew they were nobility.

One was a male with white hair, but it didn’t appear to be from age. He looked somewhat young, had several jewels adorning his body, and was wearing a nobleman’s white robes. His eyes were a rather vibrant deep blue.

“That remains to be seen.” I stated as my gaze drifted to the other female Elf.

She was rather different compared to the other Elves I had seen. Dark black hair that made me remember the cloaked High Elf that comes to visit periodically. My eyes fell on hers which were a dark brown and seemed to sparkle. Her ears were pieced with several earrings and her neck and wrists were adorned with gold. Much like the male, she also wore white robes.

Papa Farro stepped forward. “May we come inside? There are a few things we would like to discuss with you.” He then gave a small bow. “And apologies that must be made.”

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Quirking a brow as my attention turned to Aydalia, she nodded at me with a smile. “Very well. Come in, but please be quiet. My squire is injured and resting upstairs.”

They all came into the entryway, but Aien and Aydalia were alarmed. “Typhon is hurt?!” Aydalia said in concern.

“Broke both of his arms during training.” I informed them with crossed arms. “Can’t believe he did that just to get some manner of reward.” I explained the situation.

“And he was able to cleave the tree in two?” Aien let out an impressed whistle when I nodded. “A member of the Dragon Clans, indeed.”

Aydalia smacked him. “Why hasn’t he been healed yet?”

Sighing, I answered. “Because there is a difference between pushing yourself to your limits and injuring yourself for going far beyond them. Ty needs to learn that his actions have consequences. If he starts training outside of my sessions and he does this again, no one will be around to help him.”

Papa Farro nodded in agreement. “That will be an invaluable lesson for him. Some pain should keep him more grounded.”

“He’s a boy that’s going to make mistakes!” Aydalia said firmly to both of us. “Clearly, Typhon has something in mind, but that doesn’t mean he should be punished for completing the training you gave him!” Clearly, she wasn’t happy.

“Ty isn’t being punished. He will be healed after he sees what he did to his own arms. Do you want him to continually do this to himself?” She opened her mouth to reply quickly but closed it after a moment. “I thought not.” Turning from her, my eyes focused on the two smirking Elves that were holding hands with one another. “And since you two have been waiting patiently…”

The male gave a small bow. “I am Drewes Leiflan. This is my wife, Luthi Leiflan.”

I studied them for another moment as they stood and smiled at me. Both were rather attractive. More so than most other Elves. Elves were known for being fair, but these two made most others seem like half breeds. Their frails features made the two almost seem like they were made of porcelain. The new husband and wife combo were also rather powerful compared to other Elves if their magic was anything to go by. Well, they had a lot of magic that was comparable to Ayda. Whether they were as strong was another matter altogether.

Returning their small bow with one of my own, I replied. “Arthur Pendragon. May I ask why all four of you are here?”

“We have heard that you are the one making all the changes in the Lowest Rung.” Drewes stated.

My eyes darted to Aydalia. “Perhaps.”

Aien stepped in-between us and held up his hands. “Before we begin, I would like to apologize to Sir Arthur.” Drewes and Luthi both nodded as he turned to me. “I owe you an apology. My fear as a father made me act rashly against you. Your motives were unclear to me, and I acted overly aggressively.”

“You slit my throat.” I commented, which made both Drewes and Luthi look at Aien in surprise. “Then again, I sort of assisted you with that. So, no hard feelings. As I said before, you have nothing to fear from me.”

“Aydalia has told me the same…” He then bowed. “Please, if there is anything I can do to make this right with you, do not hesitate to tell me. I know Aydalia has reached out to you, and you’ve answered some of her questions… I have none, but I ask that you continue to watch over my family.”

“Your wife is sharper than I gave her credit.” I said as I eyed her with a sideways glance. “If you’re so sure I will not harm you, then she must’ve told you something. I suggest keeping certain things to yourself.” My statement was directed towards Aydalia and Aien as I looked at Drewes and his wife.

The white-haired Elf smirked. “I have been informed of no such matter, and as interesting as it sounds, I am here for other reasons.”

My eyes darted back to Mama and Papa Farro before I turned back at the two newcomers. “Then I suppose we should move on.” Moving towards the living room, I gestured for the group to follow me. “We should be more comfortable in here.”