Mistress Of Enchanting Dragon

Freedom was what they value most and they will never bend their heads in front of anyone and as long as it was about Kruel. That man will never understand anyone equal to him.

"Still we should look into it," Zachary said.

"And I wanted to discuss something…"

"Father…" 

As they were talking they heard Zivan's cheery voice.

The young man was standing near the door. He walked in as his father nodded.

"Did you complete the work?" Zachary asked.

"How can I delay?" The young man said.

"Good evening mother, Hello brother," he gritted both his mother and eldest brother before taking a seat beside Donovan.

"Well, here it is," Zivan pushed a small envelope near his father.

Zachary took the red envelope and opened it. Inside was a black paper on which the letters were printed in golden ink made from gold.

Zachary was quick to read the whole letter in one breath and at the end of the paper, he saw two different seals. He narrowed his eyes and ragged his eyes.

"There are more…." Zivan said and took out two more letters. One of them was with the same seal while the other was different.

"This is just proof from those two fools, but I doubt they are the only ones bitrying us," Donovan, who also saw the content, said.

"Don't worry we will deal with them soon enough," Zachary has a determined smile on his lips. He couldn't believe that his son was able to dig out secret information and the truly signed agreements between their enemies. Well, Zivan may look talkative and gullible but the man was way under the ground then he was out. The second prince of the North Empire was very good at digging secrets and keeping tabs on people and finding out information. No one can beat Zivan in that area. His intelligence and tactics were one of the reasons that they are giving tough fights to their enemies and the Dragon' were still able to hold back in the fight with dwarves and Witches.

"Keep digging. I want every report on each and every one of them. Start investigating their lackeys too," Zachary clenched his fist and bumped it on the surface of the table.

"Aye aye milord," Zivan copied the local accent. Zachary nodded and then turned to Donovan.

"What did you want to talk about Don?" Zachary asked.

"Well, nothing important," Donovan shook his head.

Before Zivan came Donovan wanted to share his doubts about Silja with his father but later he changed his mind. He wanted to investigate things himself before doing anything.

"Alright let's go have dinner then," Abrielle said. 

The problems and finding their solutions was a regular thing in the family but they should sacrifice family time for that.

Soon everyone reached the dining area.

Samuel and Genie were already sitting in their seats.

"Good evening everyone," Genie greeted them in her cheerful voice.

"Good evening my little princess," Zachary pecked her forehead before taking his seat.

Zivan ruffled her hair and grumbled and complained.

"Mother look at brother Zivan," she complained and puffed up her cheeks.

"Zivan," Abrielle narrowed her eyes on his son. Donovan and Samuel just observed their siblings fighting playfully.

"So brother, have you chosen your wife yet?" After their benter was over Genie asked, looking at Donovan.

"Yes brother, someone must have got your attention," Zivan also joined in and asked, lifting his eyebrows.

Did he like anyone? The only face that surfaced on his head was of Silja. But he shook his head and tried to shake off her thoughts.

"Not yet," Don shook his head and smiled at Genie.

"What, you still haven't chosen a sister in law for me?" The girl slumped on her chair, dejected.

"There is still one last challenge going on before your brother will make a decision," Abrielle patted her daughter's head.

"But he must have someone he likes by now," Zachary lifted his head and asked while chewing on his food. 

"What's the rush? Donovan asked.

"No rush but we can't let this go on, you must make decisions after this competition," Zachary said. Well all Zachary wanted to hear was one name but he can't tell that to his son. So he grumbled and kept eating his food.

"I will," Don nodded. He knew his father was desperately waiting for his decision. But how can he give him satisfaction this early?

Soon the dinner came to an end and everyone went to their respective rooms.

The other morning Carlo was getting ready to earn one more Silver ingot.

He left his house early in the morning in a good mood.

But suddenly his footsteps halted as he saw the familiar face standing not far away from his house.

He gulped softly as he saw the man standing a few steps away from him near the wall, playing with a small knife in his hand.

After looking around a few times Carlo suddenly took a sharp turn on his heels and started to run in the opposite direction.

But before he could take more than five steps a bone-chilling voice rang in his ears. 

"Stop right there," instantly Carlo stopped in his track. He cursed his luck and turned around.

"Ahem… prince Donovan, what a pleasant surprise to see you here. Good morning," he walked back to where Donovan was standing. He let out a forced smile on his lips looking at the man standing in front of him.

"Good morning," Donovan has his signature smirk on his lips and that gave jitters to Carlo.

"Where do you think you were running away?"Donovan asked, looking at him.

"Running away….. ?no no you miss understood, my prince. I was just going back to check if I had locked my house or not. Haha," Carlo replied.

"You don't have a door in your house," Donovan pointed out with narrowed eyes.

Ohh yes... Carlo cursed himself under his breath.

"Ahem...why are you here my lord, just say what you need?" He bowed his hand and begged with both hands clasped in front of him.

"I heard that you changed your occupation these days?" Don asked as he started walking ahead.

Carlo followed behind.

"New occupation?" He mumbled before his eyes lit up as he understood what was it about.

"Haha a small opportunity was presented by the god and I took it," Carlo said with a broad smile on his face.

"Hmm tell me everything," Donovan asked casually.

Carlo told him everything that happened from day one when Silja approached him with the offer.

"...well princess is working hard to be your wife my lord," Carlo added at the end as he told him everything.

A soft smile spread on Don's face as he heard that.

"What are you planning to visit today?" Donovan inquired.

"Well I was thinking... uhh." Carlo stopped in mid-sentence.

"Well, what do you suggest my lord?" Carlo asked. Well of course it didn't matter what he had decided all matters was where he wanted her to go.

Don think for a while before answering.

"Take her to the outskirts of the market," Don replied.

"The slave... market?" Carlo furrowed his brows.

He was confused as to why the prince wanted lady Silja to show the worst part of the north.

"Yes," Don nodded his head. 

"But that is the…." Carlo opened his mouth to speak but shut it again when she saw Don glaring at him.

"As you say my lord," well someone said right. One should try to use wisdom in front of power.

He bowed his head and smiled.

"Good," Don stopped in his tracks and looked at the man in dirty clothes.

He knew him for years and even though Carlo looked nothing more than a petty beggar, the man was a very useful asset.

"Can I go now, my lord?" Carlo asked nervously. Even though this time he has done nothing wrong he still couldn't face the man in front of him. Donovan has a strong presence and only a few could withstand the pressure of his gaze.

"Yes…" Don nodded and Carlo was quick to turn on his heels to run away as far as possible.

"Wait…" but before he could become successful in his plan Don stopped him again.

"What is it, my lord?" Carlo was almost in a begging position by now. Donovan looked at him for a second before opening his mouth to speak.

"Take care of her," he said and looked at the man with his dark red glaring eyes so that Carlo remembered what he was supposed to do.

Carlo nodded his head like a rattle drum.

"I will...I will definitely serve our future queen the best way and will keep her safe," he said. 

Future queen? Donovan lifted his eyebrows but didn't comment on it any further. 

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