“Your wedding is in two days prince Waron, what are your plans?” A heavy male voice sounded in the room. The owner of the voice, Lord Martis kept both his legs on top of the table in front of him while his left elbow was propped on top of the chair and in his right hand he held the imperial sword.

He was awarded with this sword by king Jarred when he was appointed as personal bodyguard for prince Waron seven years ago. Before all that though he was and still is Waron’s best friend and never thought of this as a job but a responsibility to protect his friend.

His stubble face hid a particular amusement when he asked the question. It was like he was ready to laugh out loud the moment Waron opened his mouth to answer but that didn’t happen.

“He will marry of course! What other plans should he have?” Lord Leanor replied from the opposite corner of the room. He lifted his head and kept the document in his hand aside, adjusted his glasses and gave a questioning glance to Martis.

Leanor looked from Martis to Waron, “you both are not thinking of causing any trouble this time, right?” It sounded more like Leanor was confirming it rather than questioning the duo.

He was youngest among the three in the room and undoubtedly the most intelligent one. His dim witted talks, short frizzy green hair might make him seem dumb but that was not the case at all.

Leanor was a scholar and is part of the royal board as a war strategist. In this young age of twenty the only interest he has are books, all kinds of books. As far as fighting skills are concerned he always carried a sword and can very well defend himself when there are less than five attackers.

He was assigned as the advisor for the future king three years ago and so the duo became a trio. He always tries giving best suggestions to Waron but what can he do when the thick skulled prince just don’t intend on listening to him at all. On top of that there was Martis who works as a devil whispering nonsense in Waron’s ears.

“Oh, not at all Leanor.”

“Why do I feel you will do exactly the opposite of what you are saying lord Martis?”

“Me? I don’t understand why you always suspect me as the culprit Leanor. I am just asking Waron what his plans for his wedding are. Maybe he would want to go shopping to buy something nice for his bride.”

Martis was speaking with an intention of teasing Waron. He knew what Waron’s thoughts regarding this marriage were and he was airing that fire.

Waron slowly opened his eyes. “Will you both just shut up? I am trying to think something here” The low roar mixed with the murderous aura that he always emanated turned the room dead silent in a seconds.

“You have to marry her; it’s futile if you are thinking otherwise.” Only Leanor was a fool enough to put his life on line and open his mouth to utter something like this at the moment.

Waron hated the Panalovians. He hated how those pointed eared low lives always put up a fight against them and were actually able to defend themselves every time. He hated them so much that he wanted to personally kill them one by one and make the process as slow as possible but above all this he hated the decision his father has taken regarding befriending the elves.

His father, King Jarred has apparently seen some talent in the elves in all these years and thought that instead of fighting and killing them we could actually lend a hand of friendship and use them in war against other kingdoms.

It was all reluctantly good but when he proposed Waron’s marriage with the elven princess as the way to mend the relationship between both kingdoms, that just wasn’t digestive for Waron.

Waron couldn’t stand this but he knew he can’t go against his father and so he decided to do as was expected from him but that has never stopped the fire of hatred he had for the Panalovians. Instead he has been making plans on how to torture the princess when she comes to this palace after their wedding.

He has heard the princess Valyne was quite rampant and did reckless things often. Punishing her on a daily basis would be so easy because of this. He is actually looking forward to his after marriage life. It will feel so amazing to slowly break the elven princess. Her beg of mercy will be sweet music to his ears and through her he will be able to fulfill his wish of torturing the whole elven kingdom.

“Of course I will marry her Leanor. How can I defy my father? Don’t let these ridiculous thoughts cloud your brain.”

After seeing Waron’s amusing smile and hearing his words Leanor knows better than to believe what the prince was saying. He can somewhat anticipate where this situation was going but he can literally do nothing about it.

“Okay then, now that you have made up your mind why don’t we go and have some fun tonight, drink, party. You can think of this as a present from me before you fall into the wedded life trap.”

Waron smiled at Martis’s words and got up from his seat and walked out of the room. Martis moved towards Leanor, “You are invited too.”

“I am busy tonight.” Leanor tried to avoid Martis.

“Yeah, right.” Martis pulled Leanor off of the chair and carried him like a sack on his shoulders restricting all his attempts of escaping.