I Scored Myself A Mate

"Ea, what happened?" Allias asked

"The royals, they started to fight." The elf said and Allias instantly got angry. 

"These bastards." He groaned and in the same second he kicked the door, wide open. 

Was it the drinks? Was it that so many confronting fronts had gathered in the same place after a while? Was it that they were simply jerks and had zero respect for the fact that their king had invited them to their palace? All of the above were possible and actually could happen at the same time. Allias though would not stand it. He actually hated it when things did not go his way especially when it came to the respect he didn't seem to get lately. 

That was why he kicked the double doors. The sturdy wood smashed into the walls and crashed turning into pieces. The loud banging echoed in the rowdy room making everyone stop as if they were in some kind of comedic movie. Old men and younger, women and kids turned their heads towards the source.  He looked at them one by one, his expression showing pure disgust. He could actually recognize some of them while others looked young, probably succeeding their families. 

"What's…happening here?" he asked them with a low and collected tone but no one answered, some of them had the audacity to start arguing again and the angry king scoffed. A spear appeared in his hand, his beloved weapon, that sadly he rarely got to show off. The golden object touched the ground and the earth shook. A strong vibration spread into the room and the surprised men fell messily on the ground like domino pieces. A young royal looked at him, he stood up and straightened his clothes. He wore a hideous orange suit and Allias frowned. 

"What do you think you're doing?" He scolded him and Allias' eyes widened. "Who do you think you are to interrupt us like this? Father let me go…" The young elf told his father. An older man was tugging at his sleeve with an anxious expression and Allias smirked. This whole scene was quite ridiculous. The royals of this palace, the feudal lords, his subject did not know what he looked like. 

He took a step forward and decided to stand right in front of the younger elf but pay him no mind. The king looked downwards, to his father with a very charming smile. He took off his mask gently and threw it on the polished floor, it was a shame. He did enjoy masquerade balls but now everything had been ruined. His spear reappeared and he held it with his hand while he addressed the man's father. 

"Should I have your son killed?" he asked him and the man's eyes widened. 

"How dare you…" The young elf began saying but his father pulled him down, he pushed his head, almost making him hit it on the floor and Allias chuckled. 

"I am so sorry your highness please forgive me. He is still young; he doesn't know…he…"

"Fine, fine" he said and looked at the ground, he didn't want to spend any more time on such silly matters. He turned his head, meeting Theseus' eyes and he nodded. The general moved, his footsteps heavy and stood in front of the fallen men. All of them were too embarrassed and afraid to stand up. 

"Aren't you going to make way for your king?" he shouted at them and they crawled to the sides with their heads down, looking like pitiful snails. As Allias walked he clicked his tongue, this was what his nation had come to, an utter circus, a gathering of charlatans who only cared about food, money and power, power they definitely did not have and didn't deserve. He sat on his throne, higher than anyone else and crossed his legs. A smile lingered on his face as he rested his elbow on the armrest. His temple touched his fist and he stared at them with his head tilted, shaking his foot in a rhythmic motion he spoke. 

"You all look pitiful." He told them "Stand up you fools." He commanded and the men stood up, raising their heads. "Did I tell you to look at me?" he asked and their heads instantly dropped. "Better. You see, I was anticipating this ball. I wanted to celebrate my return, meet the people that kept the kingdom going and I come back and see this?!" he shouted and his palm smacked the armrest of the throne hard. "Answer, someone, say something if you dare?" he told them. 

A man raised his head, one that Allias could barely remember but still he let him speak. He was curious about what he had to say. 

"Did you really killed the lord in the north? Your invitation, it must be some kind of twisted joke." He told him and the king laughed.

"Twisted joke? You people are the joke. That man had been killing his wives. He tortured the villagers and took their daughters. Of course I killed him and had him chopped up prettily and sent to you as a warning. A reminder that I have returned and I will be…a hundred times worse than my mother because you and this disaster you have created is forcing me to." He said. "I am sure you all knew about it, who were his neighbors? The villages close to him. You don't dare to step up?" 

"Your highness!" A short old man with a huge belly called him. "T-this matter, we…how could we rule the kingdom and appoint punishments. That's, that's your replacements job. Do you know how useless your general was all these years? Brooding in your castle? What could we humble royal subjects do?" he said and Allias' eyes widened. A few voices were heard from the ground, shouting in agreement, thinking that they had found an escape route. 

"You dare insult Theseus?" Allias asked, his tone low as his eyes darkened.