The Royal Revenge
Chapter 86: The Truth Part 2

Chapter 86: The Truth Part 2

Aleksander couldn’t help but feel overly self-conscious at the situation they were in now. Elys had pushed him to the ground with a swift move, and she didn’t even have to use a lot of force to do so.

"What is she doing?" Henry gasped in horror.

The attendant was infuriated at what the slave princess had done to the prince. He wanted to, but he couldn’t really make a move to defend the prince.

He had tried to stand up and storm towards Elys and have her chastised for her impudent behavior, her feral manners, but one look from Cordelia and he found himself frozen in place instead.

"Don’t you even dare to disturb the two of them while they are arguing, Henry," Cordelia said as she continued to focus on Elys and Aleksander’s body language from afar. "What could you do anyway?"

"Tch," the old man clicked his tongue.

"Just what I thought," Cordelia smirked, "it is not our place to butt in. Prince Aleksander isn’t stupid enough to let the princess push him. He must have a reason why he isn’t retaliating, just you wait – be patient."

"Whatever it is that they are talking about, I just hope that they settle it quickly," Henry said as he sat down to let himself dry under a small ray of light. "We don’t even know if the Eastern people had started to search for us now with tracker hounds."

"Oh, I bet they already have," the old woman said with certainty.

"I just hope that they would get confused with so much blood scents mixing in the air. At least it will stall them, and give us enough time to sort our next steps," Henry added.

On the other side of the underground pool, Elysianne’s body was on top of Aleksander as she glared at him.

"Your kind has caused my kingdom everything," Elys said, hatred burning in her fiery eyes, "your selfishness killed my father, my mother, a lot of innocent lives. Families were separated, loved ones couldn’t even mourn the dead as they were taken away to be enslaved," she hissed.

Aleksander was trying as much as he could not to snap back at her.

She was obviously lashing out as a response to the trauma Cordelia had mentioned. Aleksander told himself that Elys was entitled to feel enraged as much as she wanted.

It was her right to feel what she felt.

He had never understood the slave’s sentiments before. Prince Aleksander always thought of them as some sort of domesticated animal that served their purpose far from the capital.

Not to mention, the blood servants that came to him were all desperate to climb up the vampire society, which added to his prejudice over the humans all the more.

Elys and Cordelia were the first to have come to his manor that challenged that notion he had over slaves. They weren’t as useless as he initially assumed of them – all the more was that Elys was pretty much well-learned for someone to be born as a slave.

"Tell me more of your story," the prince said, "I want to know. I want to understand you. And if I need to apologize..." Aleksander paused as he hesitated, "I... I-I will try my best to find the right words to say."

"Words won’t be enough," Elys turned her face away, bitterness in her heart.

Aleksander moved to grab Elys’ hand, and the princess’ eyes widened with how gentle his touch was. She never thought the prince was capable of such a thing. All she ever experienced and anticipated from him was hostility.

"I wanted to ask this of you... If you are so afraid to use magic, then why did you even heal me?" Aleksander asked, "how was the magic inhibitor from my wrist removed and how did my crazy father’s magic stop? Was it because of you? Tell me, wife. Tell me the truth."

The prince stared at the princess’ eyes of twinkling rubies. Their gazes were locked in on each other, trying to judge each movement, understand the body language and facial expressions. Even the tiniest of twitches were interpreted accordingly.

Elys released her tight grip from Aleksander, and the prince sat up as Elys removed herself and sat beside the prince. She faced the underwater pool and slowly dipped one foot in, feeling the cold touch of the water on her pale skin.

She shivered a bit, and then turned to see Aleksander’s expectant eyes.

"Where should I even begin," she released a heavy sigh.

The prince moved not an inch from place and waited for her to continue.

"Can I ask instead?" Aleksander suggested, "you can either answer or not, but I would appreciate it if you do."

Elys nodded, stripping her sleeves off of her arms and washing her wounds with the water.

"From where did you come from? A kingdom? A large tribe?" Aleksander asked. "How did you come to learn of magic?"

"Cordelia and I hail from the North, and my full name is Elysianne Whitecaster," Elys began, cupping water with one hand and washing as much blood off her arm, "a non-conventional teacher taught me magic when I was about four years old. My father brought me to her."

Aleksander took several seconds too long to process what Elys gave as an answer to him. Whitecasters... he had heard of the name before.

"Wait," Aleksander’s eyes widened, "Whitecasters... as in the royal family of the Northern Warriors?" he asked.

The princess nodded her head and continued with her other arm.

"I don’t think you are blind enough not to see the maidservant I chose to bring was a white-haired lady who knew how to fight," Elys said as she glanced at Cordelia waiting for her clothes to dry.

"Then... you are indeed a princess?!" Aleksander pointed to her. "The sole descendant of the Northern King well-known to be the first human to learn magic."

Elys tapped her head and replied, "My only crown left now is my hair."

Aleksander’s emotions skyrocketed, and then dipped to the lowest in seconds – he recalled he hadn’t been the best husband for her since day one.

The prince mentally kicked himself.