Chapter 12 - Impatient
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Chapter 12 - Impatient
Elizabeth's POV:
Its the 3rd day of our training and everyone was back on their usual post. Master Gregory told us to sit on the floor. The cold pavement but send a surprisingly sent a familiar feeling to me. Dylan was beside me and his two other Noble nisterean friends, Timothy and Gendry. Timothy short for Tommy is what you can describe as a well fed man with a pair of eye glasses hanging at the top of his red nose and Gendry is a masculine type of man.
"Today we'll be discussing about the weapons, but first let me tell you where these metals came from and their history. Galapornean steel came from the Kingdom of Galapornea. It's a very powerful steel, that no steel from the 7 kingdoms could beat.” He stops, then looks at Jehaerys and the sword around his sheath. “The sword Prince Jehaerys owns is also a Galapornean steel.” he says. Jehaerys smirks, then caress the sword as if he were petting it.
“I’m surprised you know where Fire came from.” He says. His silver hair was in a braid, It is so long that someone could mistake him for a woman.
Master Gregory flickers a smile, “Of course, I came from Galapornea. I was cousin with a powerful King, Rhaul.” there was pride laced in his voice.
Jehaerys smirks, “The King my father had easily overthrow?”
“Who also happens to be your mother’s brother.” He said. Everyone can feel the tension. The silence was making it even more worse. How could Master Gregory be so stupid?
“He was a tyrant, who threatens the peace between the 7 kingdoms.” Jehaerys bitterly said.
I could see the hardness the way Gregory looks at him. He closes his eyes, and said, “You’re right, my prince. But, It doesn't matter. Because you’re also part of House of La Pornea, and your father stake your claim on that throne. Which will be yours, and was destined to be yours.”
“It’s a good thing that you know. Don’t forget that while I am the Heir of Vendetta, but I am also the heir of the Kingdom of Galapornea by right. That’s why I have one of the 2 most powerful swords from Galapornea.” Jehaerys said.
Now I can understand why Daemon couldn’t stand him. Aside from being a son of tyrant and a usurper, he’s also an arrogant man who thinks that he’s better than anyone. I have little knowledge about what happened to the lost Kingdom, because my mother does not want to hear us talking about what happened to Galapornea.
Master gregory’s eyes widens, “You know about the sword of Light?” he says, directing the question to Jehaerys.
“Light was owned by King Rhaul, and his father before him. It is still inside the ruined castle. No body could pull it out, only his heirs. We all know that his children was burned alive inside that castle by his dragons, who utterly got mad when their master died. That is why that castle is called The Ruins, because it is cursed to the ground.”
I heard Daemon beside me whisper, ‘liar’. I shift my eyes to him, his jaw was clenching really hard. “That f*****g asshole is lying. He knew his father was the one who burned that castle down.” Dylan nudge him, as if he’s giving him a warning.
“A tragedy, is what I can say.” Mastery gregory said, shaking his head. But there was something in his eyes that he’s not letting on.
“You’re a liar, Jehaerys. You knew it was your father who burned that Castle, he knew King Rhaul’s twins were inside that castle. You might fool the masters, but never me and my kingdom. We know the truth.” I search for the owner of that voice. It was Prince Oberyn. He was looking at Jehaerys with the same hatred in his eyes. And, he was just looking at him, sternly. His lips formed a wicked smirk, he c***s his head to one side.
“You should watch your mouth, Sandsteel. We can crash your Kingdom the way we easily did with Galapornea.” One of Jehaerys friends said. He pulls out his dagger, but Jehaerys grabs him by the shoulder.
“Tyrel, put your dagger back. We are in the Academy, not in a battle.” Jehaerys said, calmly. But, Tyrel’s dagger was still unsheated.
Master gregory was on his feet on the way to them, “put your dagger back, or you will go home with shame.” he said.
He obliged. “Apology, Master.” Tyrel said. But his eyes are still on Prince Oberyn.
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