"What?!" King Oberon sat upon his throne, his features contorted with disbelief as Lennox, his trusted assistant, relayed the shocking tale of Aldric’s unlawful confinement at the hands of Issac and Maxi, his right-hand Fae and his betrothed, who dared to hold a member of royalty hostage within the very walls of his own castle.
The audacity of Issac and Maxi’s actions left the king momentarily speechless, his mind struggling to reconcile the brazen defiance against the unspoken laws of the Fae hierarchy.
"Unbelievable," King Oberon murmured, his voice tinged with incredulity. "To lay hands upon royalty in such a manner... it is nothing short of a death sentence."
"You are right, your majesty," Lennox confirmed, nodding solemnly.
King Oberon looked deep in thought, a sense of unease gnawing at him. While he couldn’t condone Aldric’s brutality, he couldn’t deny the hierarchical structure that governed their society.
"As much as I am disheartened by Aldric’s actions, he has every right to assert his dominance over Islinda. She is but a mere human, bound to him as a slave. In the eyes of the court, Aldric holds absolute authority over her fate, and any transgressions against his property were within his rights to be dealt with as he saw fit." Oberon murmured, his tone laced with resignation.
Lennox shifted uncomfortably, clearly awaiting the king’s directive on how to proceed. "What shall we do then, Your Majesty? If you give me your command, I will march to the castle with the army and arrest the offenders, Maxi and Issac —"
"No, you would do no such thing." King Oberon cut him off firmly. Although confused, Lennox accepted the decision immediately.
Stroking his jaw thoughtfully, King Oberon declared firmly, his gaze steely. "For now, we observe. You will not interfere in Issac’s and Maxi’s plans unless my son’s life is threatened. Although from what I’ve heard so far, I don’t think they mean him evil and Aldric.... Well, he would not take kindly to my interference in his affairs. Keep a close eye on the situation, Lennox. We must tread carefully in these delicate matters."
"As you wish, your majesty," Lennox said.
As the matter seemed settled and King Oberon reclined on his throne, his mind still churned with thoughts of the unfolding crisis, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. With a furrowed brow, he turned to his assistant, his curiosity piqued.
"Where is the human?" he inquired abruptly, cutting through the air with his question.
Lennox hesitated, his lips pursed in uncertainty, knowing that the news he had to deliver would not be easy to swallow. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air as he struggled to find the right words.
"The thing is, Your Majesty..." Lennox began, his voice trailing off as he braced himself to deliver the unsettling news.
The king’s patience wore thin, his frustration evident in the sharpness of his tone. "Is she dead?" he demanded, his brows knitted together in concern.
Lennox shook his head, a solemn expression on his face. "No, Your Majesty, it’s not that..." he trailed off, steeling himself to relay the troubling information.
"Speak up, Lennox!" King Oberon commanded, his patience waning as he awaited the assistant’s response, his mind racing with dread over the possible implications of what he was about to hear.
"Prince Valerie took her," Lennox blurted out, his words hanging heavy in the air like an ominous cloud.
"What?!" King Oberon’s disbelief was palpable, his features contorted with confusion as he struggled to comprehend the unexpected turn of events. "Why would Prince Valerie do that?" he exclaimed, his mind racing to make sense of the situation.
As the weight of the situation settled upon him, King Oberon’s eyes seemed to clear, as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the tangled web of relationships that had ensnared his knowledge. With a heavy sigh, he turned to his trusted assistant, a newfound determination etched upon his features.
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