Zephryus Elways P.O.V

"So, the brat was chosen, huh?" I mused, a wry smile playing on my lips as I perused the list of candidates for the Vintess Academy students.

King Stellar stepped onto the warp gate, a hint of amusement in his expression. "You should've known he would."

The king smiled, acknowledging the significance of the selection.

"Both of the brats were chosen, which means they've been doing pretty well for themselves behind the academy walls," Apollo chimed in with a laugh.

We, the three of us, were on our way to the Archipelago to meet with the other royalty on the Archipelago Kings' grounds.

As the warp gate whisked us away, I couldn't help but reflect on the journey that brought us here. My nephew had shown promise and determination from the beginning, and it was no surprise that he had been chosen.

As we arrived at the Archipelago, the beauty of the place never failed to take my breath away. The pristine islands, the azure waters, and the vibrant flora all combined to create a stunning backdrop for the gathering of magical royalty. The Archipelago Kings' grounds were a place of splendor and prestige.

We had come here not only to celebrate the achievements of our young ones but also to forge alliances and discuss matters of mutual interest. The Archipelago was a hub for magical diplomacy and cooperation, and it was crucial that we made the most of this opportunity.

I led the way through the picturesque pathways that wound their way through the Archipelago Kings' grounds, flanked by my fellow monarchs, King Stellar and Apollo. The scent of exotic flowers and the gentle ocean breeze embraced us as we walked.

The Kings' Ground was a magnificent castle situated on its very own island, serving as the residence for the visiting royalty during the week-long tournaments. Here, they would come together for elaborate dinners, diplomatic meetings, and to foster a deeper understanding of each other's realms.

As we arrived at the grand castle, we were warmly greeted by other royal figures hailing from diverse regions of the continent. Each monarch was dressed in their distinctive regal attire, representing the unique cultures and traditions of their respective kingdoms.

As I observed the arrivals, my attention was momentarily drawn to the graceful entrance of the Elven King, his presence commanding a sense of elegance and dignity.

However, my focus soon shifted to Princess Nyla, whose attire stood in stark contrast to her usual battle gear. She was now adorned in a pure black dress, a striking departure from her customary warrior attire. The change in her outfit added an air of mystery and intrigue to her presence, leaving me curious about the reason behind her choice.

I approached her with a warm smile and a polite nod, acknowledging her presence at the gathering. "Princess Nyla," I greeted her. "You look truly resplendent this evening. Your choice of attire is quite captivating, may I ask what inspired this change?"

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With a playful grin, she shot back in a whisper, "Oh, shut up trying to act all proper, and I wore it because I wanted to."

I couldn't help but chuckle at Princess Nyla's playful retort. Her candid response revealed her straightforward and unapologetic nature, a quality I had always admired.

I glanced down at my own attire, which was markedly different. I was clad in a worn, long black cloak, with grey wolf fur lining the collar. The hilt of my sword peeked out from beneath the cloak, and beneath it, I wore my lightweight battle gear, a constant reminder of my role as one of the guards on this journey.

"Well, since we are both adorned in black, it seems fate has decided for me to accompany you all night," I said with a smirk. "I will be your personal escort, Nyla."

I made sure to say it just loud enough for the Elven king to hear, and he responded with an affirming nod.

Nyla's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "F-fine, but don't do anything stupid at the banquet."

I chuckled once more, assuring her that I would be on my best behavior.

The day was filled with conversations, negotiations, and promises of collaboration.

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow across the Archipelago, we all gathered for a grand feast in the royal banquet hall. The grandeur of the castle's interior was no less impressive than its exterior, with opulent decor and a long, regal dining table set for a multitude of guests.

The banquet hall buzzed with conversation, the air filled with the clinking of silverware and the aroma of delicious, exotic dishes. It was a time for monarchs, kings, and queens to come together, to break bread and build connections. As a guard and advisor, my place was slightly apart from the main table, ensuring the safety and comfort of our entourage.

Princess Nyla sat at the main table, her elegant black dress a stark contrast to the regal surroundings. She engaged in conversations with fellow royals, exchanging stories of battles and diplomacy, proving her adaptability in navigating both realms.

Meanwhile, I kept a watchful eye over the proceedings, ever vigilant. The banquet was not only a feast for the senses but a feast of diplomacy. I also caught an eye of the Worthies.

I hadnt got to chat with them yet but i was sure that event would follow later into the night.

Alcohol filled the night, and the warmth of the vibe felt comfortable. It wasn't long before everyone went to their lodgings, ready for today's events. Each king was escorted by their Worthies, and I was alone, escorting Nyla.

As we arrived at her door, I was planning to leave. But Nyla spoke, 'Zeph.' Her words echoed throughout the empty hallway, 'Do you mind coming in so we can chat?'"

I hesitated for a moment, taken aback by Nyla's unexpected request. But her tone seemed genuine, so I nodded and followed her into the room.

The chamber was softly lit by a few candles, casting a warm, inviting glow. Nyla gestured for me to take a seat in a plush armchair near the window. She settled herself on a nearby couch, looking pensive.

"Zeph, I wanted to talk to you about something," she began, her gaze fixed on her hands in her lap. "I know we've always had a playful banter, but I want to express my gratitude. You've been a steadfast friend and protector, and I appreciate it more than I can put into words."

I paused for a moment, realizing that her uncharacteristic openness might be influenced by the alcohol. Her flushed cheeks hinted that she might have had one too many drinks that night.

Still, it was comforting to hear her true feelings, and it seemed that she didn't hold any resentment for my departure all those years ago.

"Thank you, Nyla," I said with a soft smile.

She lay down on her bed, her head sinking into the pillow. She was only half awake at this point.

I stood up and walked over to her, ready to listen to what she wanted to say. But before she could continue, a long pause followed, and I noticed that she had fallen asleep.

I chuckled softly. "Silly girl," I muttered, covering her with a blanket. With a final glance at her peaceful slumber, I quietly left the room, closing the door behind me.