Chapter 87
[MIROSLAVI
A lot of things had happened in the past few months and even a the two best friends followed after the messenger, they hoped that the time had come for Drescher to meet his karma. They hoped that they wouldn’t have to wait and train harder because honestly, they had been doing a lot of training you would think they were about to go out there and take over realms. It was something that they couldn’t put past the Lycan King, but given the circumstances, they didn’t quite say that the Lycan king wanted them out there hunting down factions so they would be doing whatever they wanted.
“Everyone is ready at this point,” Heion said as they walked the fallways to the throne room. So much had changed with the Lycans. Most of them had grown buffer and they looked like they were about to punch the shit out of someone at any point in time. The kids were running around and smiling more even with their school work increasing thanks to their changing syllabuses. Initially the parents had been worried about the educational system of their kids, but then the queen had set everything in place. There were tutors for the children, and there was an actual school in one of the safest places in the kingdom.
These schools were meant to ensure stability and so far, they were doing good, especially since the high guards were always patrolling them to make sure no one tried shit with the future of Astoria. It was a delicate citation, but at the same time, it was interesting for them. The peace was what Asmoria had needed the most and with Drescher escaping, the Lycans weren’t even worried. Most of them were still not with the knowledge of what had just happened, not that it mattered, given the fact that no matter how things turned out, life in America was never going to be disrupted again.
“Yeah. I bet we’ll be leaving soon,” Viktor said and Heion just nodded with a smile on his face. The idea of going to war was exciting for them as warriors so it wasn’t something that they could pretend not to want, seeing as they had been yearning for a chance to punch the man in the face and everything that he had. It was something that many lycans would line up just to make certain of at this point. Oh, Drescher had to have been lucky just getting out like that. No matter what they did, the would get their payback for what had happened to one of their own.
“I won’t be coming with you guys to the throne room. This is my stop,” Nikita said to the duo.
“Alright then Niki, break a leg,” Heion teased and the messenger just rolled his eyes at the man.
“Not literally,” Viktor added as if that was supposed to make it any better for the both of them.
“Just go. He’s waiting,” Nikita said, before he left the two warriors and went to attend to their things.
The throne room was quiet when Heion and Viktor walked in. Unlike the chaotic state it had been in yesterday, today it w a little lonely. Sure, the entrances to the other sides of the huge room that made it even larger to accommodate all Lycan were closed, but even with all of those locked, the room was still bigger. There were warriors of the king’s guard at the de who instinctively bowed at the two royals as was expected of them. The high guards for the queen had been tasked with keeping the Lycan queen safe, and there was not much to expect, since they were the fiercest anyway.
“Do you think he’s sleeping?” Heion asked when he walked in and the king had his head bowed. The crown was sitting ri on his head, his staff was in his hand and his posture was still. He looked like he was so deep into his slumber that he dic hear them come in. Unlike the other official occasions when the king would wear royal clothes all the time, today, he wa casual clothes, unlike those that he wore for the crown. They looked good on him regardless and made him stand out in midst of everyone, however simple he seemed to be at the moment.
“He’s been having a rough couple of months. And he hadn’t rested once,” Viktor said as they walked toward their king. Miroslav was always busy, always attending to some meeting, some issue, something that needed his approval. He was many would call a workaholic and with his queen now tending to other duties, he was about to feel exhausted. Beside h seat was his Erasthai’s seat, one that’s always going to be there as if to remind everyone that they had a queen and if sh wanted to step in for the trials she would do that and no one would say shit.
“I slept a long time today,” the king said, interrupting his best friends, as he lifted his head to look at them. His eyes we tired and it was clear he was fatigued and needed to get even more rest.
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“I am. Besides, I’ll rest once we catch Drescher,” Kin Miroslav said and Heion facepalmed. His best friend was stubborn but that was to be expected, the man never once took a no for an answer and Drescher was giving him a challenge. It was a dangerous kind of challenge but it was one nonetheless.
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“We can’t catch Drescher if you let yourself look like a zombie brother,” Viktor added and the king just sighed that he would always worry for him, so this wasn’t surprising. He said that they had lost so many people and that they are all doing this for Polina too. He wanted answers that were hard to get, but he also knew that no matter what happened along the way, no matter how things turned out they would always find a way out of this, together.
“Well, you left the tracker in their portal, didn’t you?” Miroslav asked.
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Chapter 88
[MIROSLAV]
