Treacherous Court - Book 1 of Infernal War Trilogy

Chapter 14 - Master of Spy

Ben Mobaeross

It was just like yesterday, when I help my King, the man I swore my loyalty to and the only man I believe could make the worlds better. The  man I helped s*******r the people of Galapornea, and e*****e those who have survived the battle. The terror of that night, when we came to Linea. In the old woods, where the Ancient Folks of Celerio used to live. It was a very old, yet powerful soil. Where the magic started, and cursed began. It was a perfect place to make a sacrifice and summoning negative old souls, who couldn’t find peace in hereafter. 

The coldness of her lifeless body still cling on to me, as I accidentally glide across her skin. Her sterling green eyes were wide open, staring into mine the way she does when she was still breathing into life. She was dressed in red, and a sigil of her house was embroidered on her chest. Her long silver hair was careful laid down on her back. And, her pale skin gleams against the moon light. She was a very beautiful girl, with a very kind heart. But, all of those goodness she has were easily thrown aside just because she was born in a wrong house. My heart still beat loudly, as every memories of her passed through my mind. I didn’t mean to love her, but I did. She was someone else’s by oath, but her heart belongs to mine.

A loud knock banged against the door, as I snapped back into reality. “Come in,” I announced, and the visitor pushed the door open. Announcer Lorro came in. He’s wearing a garb that is similar to a trainer’s garb. His long blonde hair was in a tight braid. He bowed his head, and I motion for him to speak,

“A letter arrived from Vendetta, my lord.” He said. And, laid down a white envelope with a red wax seal. I didn’t have to see who it came from. A letter from Vendetta could only came from one person.

I broke the wax, and open the envelop. 

Lord Ben Mobaeross,

I have heard rumors about Pol marrying his heir to a peasant girl, who was named Lady of Trentoi. And, how it brought a good laugh to me. Until, Jehaerys told me that the girl has also a magic. I needn’t to say more, my lord. For you have known your duty. Send  me a word, if the girl could be a threat to me.

Rhaul Cartopia II, 

King of Vendetta and Galapornea.

The girl is something else, something I am not certain to make a conclusion. All her magic and origins only brought confusion to me. Her fire was so deep and powerful. When I tried to get into her mind, all I can see fire that I can almost feel the heat. A vivid noise of a woman’s whimper. There’s a block in her mind even I am cannot get through. That’s what took my attention. Why must there be a block to a girl who just came from nothing? I grabbed my inked, and a blank sheet of paper,

Your Majesty,

I have gave up my lordship, titles and lands in favor of my brother, Lord Lorris. I am Master the moment I donned my belt. The girl is nothing but a peasant no matter how well they dressed her. I could still smell the rot of the Black market on her underneath her perfume. Her magic does not deserve to bother his majesty’s peace of mind. For she will never be a threat to your future plans for the betterment of Vendetta. His majesty does not need to remind me of my duties.

Ben, Master of Magic,

Enchanted Academy

I fold the letter and slid it inside the envelop. I pour my hot wax, and sealed the letter’s content with my ring. Lorro is patiently standing in front of me. I handed him the letter.

“Send it to Castle Green. Use the fastest ravens that you have and make sure no one knows about this.” I said to him. He nodded obediently. 

“At once, Master ben.” he said and bow before exiting my chamber room. I rise from my chair and grabbed my hood. I donned it before I pulled open the door. The great hall was empty, all of the students are out in the training room and lesson room. There’s a huge window, and I could see the students in the field. Her red hair wasn’t that hard to spot.  Her pale skin was gleaming like a silk. She was holding the wooden sword in wrong position as she trains with Prince Daryl, with eagerness to learn, who was trying to train with her. I let out a small laugh, and smirk. How can this limpy girl could be a threat to the most powerful king amongst the 6 kingdoms? I let out a sigh. I thought not.

Once I stepped on the field, everyone stop from what they are doing.

“Position,” I announced. The students are obedient and do as they were bid, except for Elizabeth who was oblivious of what is happening around and was still sparring alone with her wooden sword.

“Lady Elizabeth,” I mumble. She turns her head, eyes wide and her cheeks are flushed. As she realized that she was the only one who was still not in her proper position. She bows and rubbed the back of her head, apologetically.

“In your position, my lady,”

She stands behind my niece, the Lady Katarina and her sister Adelaena. Master Gregory appear behind me with crossed arms. “Just like the powerful steel, the magic also came from the Celarions. From their descendants. But, not all of them were lucky to have it. A person must have a source to channel his power from.” 

“Because, a person cannot produce a magic without channelin. Prince Jehaeris, Can I use a hand?”

He separates himself amongst the crowd, as he started walking towards us. His silver hair in braid, and his pale skin gleams. 

“Can you show us how to summon your own magic?” Gregory said. His eyes watching the heir of Vendetta’s every step as he walk so gracefully.

Jehaerys without uttering any word casts a sword made of fire. It was a luminous red, that slightly transcend into orange. He looks at him, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

I let out out heavy breath. As I felt the pride rushing through me. At least, the heir is stronger which leads into a better future of Vendetta. But, knowing this boy for 18 years of my life. Serving his father and mother. No one would say that he’s anything like his father and neither his mother. Something, that bothers my mind for years if he would be a good king or vicious like his father or weak like his mother. I must do something to clarify that doubt, and I know what I must do.

“Prince Daemon?” two words that escape my mouth that made everyone sucked in their breath with wide eyes.