The Royal Revenge
Chapter 70: Perfect Ain’t Real

Chapter 70: Perfect Ain’t Real

Elys and the prince were waiting inside their respective chambers in the Jade Palace. It was a separate building from the one that the Eastern Queen used to receive visitors and did her work.

The palace wasn’t as posh as that of the Western Kingdom, but it did boast a variety of rare plants growing from the walls up to the ceiling. Their carpet was that of soft grass, a patch of tiny flowers blooming here and there.

Elys couldn’t help but be in awe at the beauty of the Jade Palace. She had assumed it had to be adorned with jade stones as what the name suggested, but it actually leaned more on the color scheme of the place.

"I don’t like this place," the prince grimaced as he lifted a bowl of salad that a servant left for them to snack on. "I will never be able to live a vegetarian life."

"I never thought that this was what the Eastern Kingdom had inside their heavily protected walls," Elys commented. "It is beautiful here. Calming even."

A monarch butterfly flew past her and perched on a flower, and Elys stared at the tiny creature, losing focus over what they were supposed to do.

"You still got those scrolls inside of your satchel, right?" the prince asked as he set aside the bowl down. "We will need that to get things done and over with fast. As I said, I don’t like it here."

Elys tilted her head in confusion.

"Why? It’s safe, every flora and fauna are at complete harmony with the residents," Elys enumerated, "this place is basically heaven on earth."

The prince’s mood didn’t lift with the good things that his wife had pointed out. He felt as if there was something really wrong with a place that was too perfect - with a kingdom that didn’t have fault.

Elys saw the look on Aleksander’s face and she frowned at his attitude. He still wasn’t the easiest to please, and his scowl didn’t fade even with the relaxing room they had been given.

"Husband, why do you not find it easy to accept pretty things in front of you?" the princess asked him.

"Because things aren’t always what they seem to be," Aleksander sighed. "They make you feel at ease and then suddenly they stab you at the back. Look at this," he raised his hand towards Elys, "this bracelet is making me feel weak. My magic, I can’t even feel it anymore."

The princess crossed her arms and mulled over Aleksander’s worries. There was a chance that he might be right, but she knew the prince was too cynical for his own good sometimes.

She stood up suddenly from her seat, and Aleksander’s eyes followed her with curiosity.

"What are you doing?" he asked, a perfectly shaped brow raised in confusion.

Elys had started to raise her skirt high up. She swiped at the layers of fabrics that came with it, and then quite suddenly, propped her leg on the table between them.

The prince jolted in surprise. He didn’t expect her to be this bold to show him some skin all of a sudden. Elys noticed the prince’s reaction, and she groaned, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

"I’m not trying to seduce you or anything," she said as she suddenly found herself blushing hard with embarrassment.

The princess reached out to her thigh, and then produced a dagger she had slipped inside her stockings. She waved the black blade at Aleksander’s face, a grin spreading across her face.

"I thought you only had one dagger from the bandits?" the prince asked in shock. "And wasn’t that dagger confiscated by that werewolf?"

Elys laughed at the prince’s confusion.

"You really thought I would hand over everything to them?" the princess asked him as she plopped back into her wooden chair engraved with animals and flowers. "You make me laugh, husband. I am not that stupid."

Aleksander’s face twisted for a fraction of a second, but then he suddenly started to laugh as well.

"You amaze me, truly, my wife," the prince said as he leaned back in an arrogant manner. "I didn’t think you would go against a promise when you were so adamant on compromising with the Eastern Kingdom’s ways."

Prince Aleksander reached inside one of his vest’s pockets, and then produced what looked like a golden pin that was shaped into a sword to Elys. She raised a questioning brow at him, prodding him to explain further what he wanted to convey by showing it to her.

He flicked his wrist, and in a fraction of a second, the pin turned into a full-sized sword in Aleksander’s hand. He swung the sword towards Elys, just a centimeter shy from her neck’s soft skin. The princess was in shock, but didn’t flinch from his smug display.

"You motherfucker," Elys said as a smirk stretched into her face, "and you had the audacity to whine all about not feeling your magic when you still had one last trick up your sleeves – or in this case, shall I say – in your vest’s front pocket."

The prince shrugged nonchalantly, flicked his wrist once more, and the sword retracted into its covert form of that of a tiny pin.

"Hey," he said, "unlike you who is morally uptight, I on the other hand am not so much."

The princess’ smile faded. Even with her being amazed that both she and the prince had thought the same regarding smuggling weapons inside the Eastern Kingdom, she still couldn’t deny the fact that what he said was true.

He wasn’t morally sound to the point he even had to trick Elys into that wretched vision.

"Prince Aleksander," Elys said with gritted teeth, "what did you discover when you put me under your spell back then?"

The prince raised a brow at her sudden mood shift.

He tucked the pin to his chest and then coldly replied, "I didn’t really discover anything that phenomenal. But as I approached you when I tried to feed during your unconscious state, you actually repelled me with a blinding light."

Elys’ jaw dropped.

Her powers had started to manifest during her subconscious yet again.