The Fallen Kings by P. D. Atkerson

Author:P. D. Atkerson [Atkerson, P. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Feast of Peace

Dueling with Marlon had been child’s play for Aroron. The boy obviously thought he was much better than he was, to even think about winning against Aroron. He’d let Marlon think that he might have a chance to win.

But he could only drag it out for so long, before he had to change and get ready for the feast. As it turned out, it took him a lot less time than he’d expected it to take, and he found himself waiting outside the dining hall, long before anyone but the servants arrived.

Because he wasn’t a noble, Aroron had to wait outside until everyone had arrived before entering the hall.

So, when the time finally came and the doors were opened to all, Aroron had nearly fallen asleep a dozen times. He shook himself and stood up, then followed after another servant, as he entered the dining hall.

The long table in the center of the dining hall was packed with dozens of people. Stuck up and full of themselves. Aroron thought to himself. They must be noble. He'd only taken two steps into the dining hall, when one of the Palace guards stepped in front of him, blocking his way. He held his hand out towards Aroron.

"No weapons allowed in the dining hall, sir. This is a Feast of Peace.” The guard said, motioning towards Aroron’s blade. “Please give me your sword."

Aroron hesitated, then reluctantly, he unhooked his belt and placed his sword in the guard's hand. He held it a second longer than he needed to.

He wondered if he was the only one forced to do this, but then noticed the rest of the guests had to do the same. Good. At least they weren't singling him out for some reason. Still, it was stupid anyone had to do this

"I better get my sword back when we're done here, or you're the one I'll blame!" Aroron said, shoving past the guard and towards the tables. He felt bare and off balance without his sword.

Avoiding the nobles moving around the room the best he could, Aroron made his way to the table. He was looking around for a place to sit, when he spotted Prince Telarian motioning to him.

Hesitantly, he moved towards him.

"Father had me save you a seat." Prince Telarian whispered, motioning to the chair next to him. "And believe me, you’re not going to want to sit next to some of the other nobles. A lot of them are really loud."

Aroron laughed, nodded and pulled out his chair.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to sit next to the prince if he fell into one of his bad moods, but at least he didn't have to figure out where to sit. He was very hungry, but he wanted to ask the prince something before he started to eat.

“The guard at the door, he called this the 'Feast of Peace', why is that?” Aroron asked. “I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Not surprising.” Prince Telarian whispered. “Since you’re not a noble.

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