A grand banquet was to be held for the honor of the adventurer how is about to slain the Shadow Lord. The brothers greatly looked forward to the victory like the others have. Not for the reason like everyone else, but the Shadow Lord hindered their plans. So once he is gotten rid of, they may bring forth their goal.

Eald’narche stood off to the side. Seeing the adventurer speak with many people of importance. His younger brother, Archduke Kam’lanaut, was one of those people. Despite the adventurer proving to be more of a threat to their plans, he had taken in interest in them. Unfortunately so had Eald’narche…he only wanted to watch over them and gauge their strength and yet—that damned adventurer managed to penetrate through his guard.

It started with the subtle glances. In the midst of speaking with Kam’lanaut. Eald’narche didn’t think much of it at first, but as these meetings continued and those glances kept happening. His heart would quicken when they finally looked at him. Now he wishes for them to look at him. Then the gall for this adventurer to come up to him before and after these meetings.

Eventually he’d come to realize he yearned too much for this adventurer. Avoiding eye contact, managing to escape them has they searched for him. They were enemies…him being born a Zilartian and them not. Their fate was decided.

It wouldn’t be different here. Once the adventurer had been freed from their conversation. They saw Eald’narche and started approaching him. He narrowed his visible eye as he desperately tried to think of a way out of this situation. Thankfully, it seemed his brother had read his mind. Stepping in front of the adventurer to speak with them once more. Thus did Eald’narche escape and left the room, assuming he went without being detected.

How he stands in a hallway by himself. A heavy sigh escaping his lips. “How troublesome…”

Just when he thought he was free, he heard the adventurer calling out his name. His teeth gritting—how he loathed the way his name sounded with their voice. He turned around to see them, but his eye went down to see the crystal necklace that adored their neck…one that he foolishly gifted them before their fight with the Shadow Lord. A…good luck charm of sorts.

Eald’narche looked away from them. Brows furrowed as he remained silent. Debating what to do now.