I Scored Myself A Mate

I have seen your summoning pens and I have returned! We are going to return to our regular every day releases! I am so thankfull for all of you.

Sometimes your heart beats too loud and your anxiety screams louder. Then everything turns blurry, meaningless as the voices and the stares turn numb. You are slowly starting to lose yourself, you keep falling in an endless pit of despair and no matter what's happening you stay stuck, trapped in your own body the images still fades because no matter how hard you have tried your fears have won. 

That person was Allias. He had stood up walked in front of the so called magical court, the feared council and he had placed his palm on the wooden stand. He had been called there, Achlys' voice cold and filled with confidence had made him shiver and the wonder of why was that woman there had made him even more worried. So as the demon began talking, while she explained while the council had been summoned and why she was in the unfortunate place to accuse of Allias for such a crime Allias remained frozen. 

"What do you have to say for yourself?" The woman asked him. She was looking down upon him and he could feel everyone's eyes on him. He blinked a few times trying to regain his full focus and parted his lips. 

"I did not kill Hara." He stated. He was stupid, incredibly so. That was not the way he should approach things and he knew it. All mad men, all convicts would yell and scream that they didn't do it but somehow that made them look even guiltier. In his case he was one of them, he was the one who ordered his death, he had indeed killed him but he would never allow himself to be punished by her. He would not allow himself to die until she was gone. 

Achlys chuckled, showing him clearly that he paid him zero respect. Allias clenched his fist, trying to remained composed. He could hear people whispering behind him, demon talking about him and he desperately wished to turn his head and steal a glance of Theseus. Look at him for just a minute, manage to get some comfort, look into his purple eyes and find peace. Somehow Allias felt even worse than when he was at the battlefield and for once more he realized how times had changed. How different he was from back then, how powerless. He had fallen, he had been wounded and weakened and right now he was forced to stand in front of this woman and be judged when there was a time no one would dare to even look at him. 

Where had his confidence gone? Where was the pride that made him always keep his head high? No matter how many times he had tried to restore this person, this shinning golden prince he would fail. Epically so. Where are you? He asked himself, trapped in his head while his crown suddenly began to feel heavier and heavier. Where are you? He wondered again. 

"Such a pity. Once a very promising prince, all powerful, leader of nations and now? Standing in front of us like a criminal. Is that all you have to say for yourself Allias? That you didn't do it?" Achlys asked him. He was aware of what she was trying to do, she wanted to corner him, pressure him, make him feel so badly about himself that he simply gave up. I might do that, he thought for a second. 

"Allias…" he heard a whisper, his muscles tensing as he fought the urge to turn around. His voice, soft, a whisper that traveled to his ears. The sound of his name coming from his lips. "You are a king." He told him and his heart raced. Achlys looked at the crowd with a threatening stare. 

"Silence!" she said, not wanting Theseus getting involved in this. 

A king. What was a king anyways? A defender? An attacker? A ruler? A person or a myth? What should he be to be a king? So many questions troubling at the worst of times. Mum, father, how does one become a king? He wondered. Was it the lies, the scheming and the blood that made you a king or the faith, the trust and the hopes of the people that supported you? Allias didn't know, he couldn't guess. All he wanted as a prince and not a king was to slit her throat, he wanted to release himself from these shackles that he wore for so long. Today, today he had that chance. He could free himself and get rid of her. Release himself but not with blood, with his words. He couldn't be a king, not right now but he could be himself. 

"I am not just a promising prince Achlys. I am a king of nations still. But I don't think that you called me here to simply put me down with your words. So what is it that you really want?" he asked her and the woman coughed. 

"What I want? For criminals to be punished of course. That's what I want. You killed my dear friend Hara. I had been studying his case for months and now it is time for your trial." She said and Allias smiled brightly. 

"Is that so? Your dear friend? Is that how we call our puppets now?" he asked her and she flinched. "Everyone here knows about your relationship with him and how the new troll leaders want to cut ties with you. I wonder why they would want that, especially if you were such good friends with their leader." He told her, his head raised high as he spoke and Achlys bit her lip, her mocking expression disappearing. "With what kind of evidence are you going to trial me?" he asked her. "You have nothing on me." 

"Well…" Achlys said returning his smile. She was vicious and as it seemed Allias had just asked her the question she needed. "As I said I have been investigating. I may not have something on you but she does." She said and her black painted nails showed the woman, the witch that sat in the crowd as she stood up. "Kalis, please approach us. Let's show the council the truth."

"What do you mean?" Allias asked confused. His eyes widening as the witch approached them slowly, her eyes filled with hate the moment she stood next to the king. 

"Your blood." Achlys stated.