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"I apologize, for my ex-wife's words and her actions. I knew she had a cruel demeanor, but to think she would go so far." He looked away, pained at the thought. "She is being exiled from the country as we speak. I am so sorry you had to go through such pain. When I heard, I was not sure whether to go mad with grief or rage. I shall have no more wives, I did not want one after Elliot's mother, but she had been such an adored queen that I gave the public a second. I was a fool, I should have listened to the Prime Minister. There will be no third wife, I can assure you, Lily." he said. "I was surprised when the Prime Minister went and saved you, dragged my sickly son along with him. I am so thankful both you and Elliot are all right. I am so thankful the Prime Minister is all right. He hasn't been doing well since then, but he's been better recently." He gave a small smile, looking back down at his papers. "I pray the rest of your days here are peaceful. You are going to travel with Elliot back to your homeland, correct?"

Elliot was walking down the hallway, tired. He had managed to eat an apple for breakfast, some quick chat with his sisters, but he had work to do. He heard hurried footsteps behind him but paid no mind until the harsh voice reached his ears, making them twitch. he knew the voice, but the tone was unnatural. Elliot turned, spotting the horrible looking Prime Minister, frightened. "Done away with what?" He asked, ears shifting forward, the prince immediately growing defensive. However his question was soon answered and he grew enraged at the idiot. "Lily is not a toy nor did I grow tired of her! She is my friend, Prime Minister! And you will do your best to keep your hands off him." He growled, taking note of the man shifting away from the guards, anger and curiosity flashing dangerously within the lamps overhead.

The second request startled Elliot, ears flicking back before going forward again, feeling his face heat up. "Lecher! Never in my life will I be caught in a bed with you, lecherous old man with your lecherous thoughts! What nonsense are you speaking of today? Gone mad, you have!" He swallowed, fighting back the flush which he knew as on his face. A threesome, foursome? "Get out of my presence!" he yelled loudly, ears lowered and sharp teeth grit angrily at him. This man kept on bouncing from one topic to another, Elliot was having a hard time keepign up. "It is your foolish words which caused my sisters to do this trickery on me!" But his anger was dying, the man blabbering on about her, Elliot looked like her. His mother? "You are indeed mad." He spat, the hug making him tense up immediately, hearing the fatherly words escape from the man's mouth. El, how long had it been since he was called that? He relaxed, though only slightly before the man stepped away, Elliot shifting away as well, face tinted pink as the lights flickered back to white.

He only sighed, shoulders lowering before he turned and exited the building. "Crazy old fool."

"You mustn't worry, Lily, I am used to it. And I am to apologize because she was my queen, and I did not watch her properly. She tried to kill myself and Elliot, and brought harm to you as well, it is something that cannot be so easily forgiven. But I am a kind king, and exile was fit for her. I know not where she will go." He said softly, continuing to read. "You needn't lie to me, he is required to write everything in his paper, even his less then selfish request to have you see your family. He was raised right, Lily. I only wish I could do the same for my friend." And the man turned when the door was slammed open, spotting the Prime Minister there, looking absolutely terrified.

"Lewis," the king said slowly, standing before the other ran into him, Alvaro's arms wrapping tightly around the lithe frame, placing a hand over his mouth, motioning for him to be silent and turning to the doorway as if he were listening for something. He counted the seconds before removing his hand, gently kissing the other's tears. "They are gone, they are gone. Calm down, they are gone. They won't come back, they have not been back, they know not of your whereabouts, Lewis. You are safe here, right here." He whispered gently, stroking his hair, arm tight around him as he gave an apologetic smile to Leo. "Come now, Lewis, look at me." And looked at his Prime Minister. "They are not coming back, relax, I am here, I will keep you safe from them. All right?" And smiled lovingly at him, continuing to wipe away his tears.

Alvaro held Lewis up when he went limp. "I know, I know Lewis. Trust me it would take more then a small fleet of Venatores to break through these castle walls." And smiled, kissing the man again before he stood on his own, the king brushing off the other's clothes and fixing them. Hearing he'd revealed a bit of his past the king glanced at Leo. "It would appear you have. Lily I'd suggest you place down your needlework lest you make a mistake while you're shocked. You sit down as well, Lewis." Breakfast was now forgotten, the king stroking his lover's hair soothingly. "Sit, I will pull myself another chair. Lily, your thoughts? This must be, well shocking must not be able to describe it." He murmured, lifting a chair next to the bookshelf and bringing it closer before sitting down.

Eyes stared out the window, cool air blowing inside the warm carriage. He was supposed to leave it closed in case some attempted to take his life away, but considering the amount of body guards surrounding him,and the distanced forest, the chances of that were slim. They had left the town of Palstor only a few hours beforehand, and Alvaro was growing tired of sitting down. The trip had seemed exciting at first, going from town to town, village to village, away and out of the grounds of the castle, but now it was dreary, boring, dull. Nothing but trees to look at and the bodyguard either slowing down or speeding up to make sure he was still alive.

Glancing down at the dirt road he stared at the grass, it suddenly opening up into another road which led into the forest. Odd, they were close to the Retian border, but why would one of their roads lead directly into the forest separating them? He followed it, the carriage moving slow enough for him to do so, and saw somethign white stumble out and fall. A woman? "stop the carriage!" He shouted, opening the doors and running forward despite the protests, the sound of hoofs hitting the ground behind him and in front. Wait, in front?

"Miss, Miss are you all right?" He questioned, looking further down the road. Heh eard something, dogs barking? "Quick, get her into the carriage!"

"Your high--"

"Now! Quickly! Do not question me!" he shouted, , trying to lift the woman. The guard stepped down from his horse and picked her up, moving behind the prince until she was put in the carriage. "Th--" But he was quickly shoved inside as well, the snarling of a dog heard before a yelp. The guard had kicked it.

Alvaro staredat the carriage door, quickly closing the window and moving the curtain over it, looking at the torn looking female on the carriage seat. Voices outside the carriage made him silence, a hand on the girl's cheek shifting, fingers covering her lips as he crouched low, removing his cape with his other hand. There was arguing, the other men spoke with an accent, Retian men. What was a bentien? The prince's heart was thudding hard against his chest, pounding in his ears past the yells, whinnies of horses. He looked back at the girl. "Shh, be quiet." He whispered. The doorknob rattled before a cry of pain was heard, making the prince pale and dig his teeth into his lower lip. They kept on talking about a bentien, bentien? Was she the bentien?

Alvaro glanced back at the woman when a scarred and bloody hand touched his, tears running down the other's cheeks. he smiled softly, pressing his lips to the dirty fingers gently. "It is my job to help the people of my country." He murmured softly, sounding braver then he truly felt. His guards, he could hear the movement of their armor and more yelling and pain until it fell silent, the sounds of horses galloping away. When the door opened it was the guards peering in.

"Your highness!"

"She's injured terribly. Her hands and feet are bloody. Well, all of her is bloody, scratched and bruised. Do we have bandages? Anything?"

"No sir." Him getting hurt wasn't possible, so there was no need for one.

Alvaro moved to the opposing carriage seat, lifting the actual seat to take out a large water pouch and moved back, biting his royal cape and ripping it.

"My liege!"

"We need to continue moving lest they come back." He ordered nervously, trying not to fidget as they closed the door. "I'm going to try to clean your wounds, okay?" he questioned softly, taking a piece of his cape and wetting it, about to press it intoher hand when he paused. Splinters. "I guess I should take care of these first." and instead placed the wet cloth on her head, moving her soiled bangs to place it there. "You can sleep, I'll take care of you."

The prince only smiled, grabbing the water pouch and placing it close to her lips. Gently lifting it to where it gently poured into her mouth. "You are in Nalenyr." He answered simply, but he wanted to ask her so many questions. What was her name, how old was she, where was she from, was she from Reta? They filled his head as the tips of his fingers worked to get splinters, pebbles and dirt from her cuts. She was certainly a mess, but he could see a hint of beauty beneath the dirt covered face. What was a bentien, he wondered, continuing to work on her hand, angling it to look for any more splinters.