Resurrection by A. C. Ellas

Author:A. C. Ellas [Ellas, A. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, fantasy, erotic, gay, adult, m/m
Amazon: B00AL6PY5E
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Published: 2012-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine: A Charming Kingdom

Musday, the 31st of Evphormon

“My other son has been abed long enough,” Owain said. “He better be dressed and ready to attend the meeting.”

“Other son, Your Majesty? I thought that we were fetching Prince Jethain?” Lieutenant Kordri’s step faltered, ready to change direction.

“Yes, yes, Jethain.” Owain’s ground eating stride didn’t falter and he swept into Jethain’s suite. He surveyed the empty suite. Not even a servant in sight. He growled and his own servants nervously opened doors.

“He’s not here, Your Majesty.”

“No matter. We’l fetch my heir, at least, for the meeting.” Owain swept out in the same royal fashion. He led the way to S’Rak’s suite. “I’m certain that Araken is hiding Jethain in his empty bedroom again. He is loyal to his brother. Strong, loyal, inteligent, fertile, yes, we shal have a fine king on the throne.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Kordri agreed. He looked at the king with concern. The servants opened the door for him and he swept into the suite’s empty reception chamber. He continued on to the parlor. Lord Scorth was coiled on the couch, an open book on his knee.

“Where is Araken?” asked Owain.

“I haven’t seen him al night,” said the horned black man without glancing up.

Owain’s servants opened doors and peeked into the rooms. When they opened the door to Rak’s bedroom, they found it empty but for the death hound curled up in a whelping box, nursing her newborn pups. Her deep growl hastened their departure.

“Where is he?” barked the king, his displeasure growing. He snatched the book out of Scorth’s hands.

Scorth glared at him with baleful yelow eyes. “He is not here and I would not tel you where he was even if I knew.” He stood, his black wings spreading. “I do not answer to you, but to S’Rak alone.”

Morth added his deep growl from the chair he’d claimed, his milky white eyes fixing on the king. Kordri took up a defensive position but Owain dropped the book onto the floor and strode out. “Find my sons,”

he ordered Kordri.

The lieutenant marshaled the palace guard to sweep of the grounds.

Sedrael told Kordri, “Cap’n’s gone, too, must be in on th’ gag. Hidin’

th’ prince ta protect him an’ I betcha I know where.”

Kordri gave Sed permission to folow his hunch. Sedrael went to the narrow, often-overlooked western halway beside the great hal and started checking the doss rooms one by one. The fourth room yielded results. “G’morning, Cap’n,” he said cheerfuly. “King has th’ entire guard searchin’ fer ya.”

“I suppose it was inevitable that he would cal out the guard,” Jisten replied glumly.

“Yessir,” said Sedrael. He glanced at Jethain, sleeping in the bed, and Rak, sleeping on the couch. “Wha’dya want me ta do?”

“Bring the king here,” Jisten said. “Slowly. I’l not have you reprimanded for failing to find the prince.”

Sedrael’s eyebrows went up in surprise, then he nodded. “Woulda lied fer ya, but I’l take my time returnin’ ta his maj’sty’s side.”

“Thank you,” Jisten said. “How much time can you buy us?”

“Hour,” chuckled Sedrael.

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