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When the three men arrived at the entry of the bar, the door was closed, and in all honesty the place looked a little abandoned.

“Is this where we plan on drinking?” Maxim asked the two men who were walking ahead of him. “It looks a little too quiet to he a bar.”

“I know you have not been in Gavaria long,” Zhelimir responded when he stopped in front of the closed door. “So you may not know of this place. It’s fairly new, owned by the king and my father.” The blonde knocked on the door, and immediately after, someone slid open the peep hole, revealing a pair of heavily hooded dark eyes.

“Jason, be a lad and let me and my friends in for a few drinks now will you,” Zhelimir spoke to the peeping man.

It was amazing how he was able to tell who the man was by his eyes alone, or was it because he frequented the place often.

The peep hole closed and the door swung open, revealing a huge man covered in tattoos, most likely the door bouncer of the esteemed bar.

The huge man bowed and gave way to Zhelimir, “good evening Sir Zhelimir, welcome.”

The blonde hybrid waved his hand to Damien and Maxim, gesturing them to follow him in. They walked into a small passage lit only by a few torches here and there, a few seconds later, they reached yet another door, this one unlike the first, was a large oak double door with silver hinges, and the sound of music was sipping through the cracks of the door into the small passage.

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The door swung open, and another huge man with tattoos greeted Zhelimir and welcomed the group in. When they walked into the bar, Maxim was astounded by what he saw. The place was massive, much bigger that it looked from the outside, it was exquisitely furnished with marble on the pillars and floors, and hand golden candelabras hanging from the ceiling. Maxim had never seen such a place that was not in a palace or grand castle.

A beautiful woman with wavy brown locks and a warm smile. She curtsied to the men before speaking in a welcoming tone. “Good evening sir Zhelimir, the usual table?”

“Yes please,” the blonde responded

The followed the woman through the extravagant looking bar to a section that seemed to be reserved for only certain types of guests.

“Right this way Sir,” the woman spoke kindly. “What would you like to drink.”

“Get us some ale,” Zhelimir responded, “and keep the cups coming until I tell you to stop.”

“Of course Sir..”

Maxim gulped, so Zhelimir and Damien had been serious about drink barrels of ale? Maxim had to gather every ounce of self control he had if he was going to leave this place in one peace. He would not let the ale get to him and risk exposing himself.

*

Elric sat up in bed, unable to force himself to sleep. He had spent each and every night counting down the hours as they went by, the thought of the time going by was maddening.

Alexander and Jonathan had insisted that they not be rush in heading to the capital, they assured Elric that they still had time, but the lycan did not understand how there was still time when only had eight days left before his mate was married off to another man

And as if his lack of enough sleep wasn’t bad enough, the few times he did manage to drift off into slumber, he would have the same dream, telling him Eira was in danger and that he needed to get to get as soon as he could.

The lycan, having failed to fall asleep, slipped off his bed and walked to his windows. The snow was falling, and the cold breeze slipped passes the cracks and chilled his skin. The feeling, it was similar to the one he would get whenever he touched her.

“Your grace?”

The silver haired lycan turned around and found Alexander smiling at him.

“Please do not call me that,” he sighed. The man had been purposely taking jabs at the lycan for the past few days. Elric didn’t know if it was meant as a joke, or he too, like his sister Melissa, held a grudge against him.

“Oh come now, you know I’m only teasing,” Alexander chuckled. “And sorry I didn’t knock, you left your door open so I just walked right in.”

“It’s alright,” Elric mumbled and turned back to the window. “It’s not like I was getting any sleep done anyway.”

“Up all night thinking about her I see?” Alexander walked to a single chair that was placed in a corner and sat down.

“More like worrying about her,” Elric responded, his eyes fixated on the flakes of snow falling onto his window seal. “I can only imagine what she must be going through. With her strong willed and free spirited nature, having to be forced into a union with some random block you barely know must be torture.”

“So you’d rather she marry you then?”

Elric turned to look at Melissa’s brother. “I’d rather she not marry anyone at all until she feels ready.” He responded firmly. “I’m not journeying to the capital to ask for her hand, I’m going there to protect her happiness.”

A sly smile tugged the corners of Alex’s mouth. “I couldn’t believe it when Jonathan first said it, but it seems it’s true, you genuinely care about her don’t you. Don’t get me wrong, but the Elric I knew would want to slaughter every other man there and claim Eira for his own.”

“I have no rights to the princess,” Elric responded in a low tone of voice, “regardless of our relationship. In fact, most of the time I feel I may not even deserve her.”

“And you don’t,” Alexander responded, making Elric frown.

Was it necessary to point out the obvious?

“Eira is pure and innocent,” Alexander added on, “while you on the other hand have a magnitude of scandalous deeds behind you.”

“I’m well aware, you need not remind me..,”

“But you’re a different man now aren’t you?” Alexander stood up and took a few steps towards the silver haired prince. “Whatever happened to you after the battle of the mages, it molded you into a better man. And being a bit of an optimist myself, I’d even go as far as saying the word was preparing you for her. Breaking down that old less to be desired man you once were, and building you into the worthy man you are now.”

Elric scoffed and looked away. “I don’t know wether to be insulted or honored by your words.”

“All words of praise,” the man responded with a chuckle. He dug into his picked and pulled out a parchment. “You should write her a letter, to keep her spirits up. Tell her you’re on your way, and that she should not lose hope.”

The lycan took the parchment and looked up at Alexander, “but how will she get this? They will be sure to dispose of the letter before it can reach her.”

“Do you honestly think that a master mind like me would let that happen?” Alex walked to the mall table that was situated by Elric’s beside and placed a small bottle that contained an colorless liquid.

“What is that?” Elric asked curiously.

“This, my dear prince Elric is concetrated lemon juice,” Alexander responded. “You see when you use lemon juice as ink, it’s completely invisible until the parchment is slightly heated up. Eira will know

what to do, she used use this trick all the time to send little notes when she was younger.”

“And where did she learn such a trick..”

“Whe you were still a tyrant, we had to use many tricks and gimmicks to get word around,” Alex explained, the taunt in his voice very evident. “William taught it to her a few years back.”

“How ironic,” Elric muttered as he opened the bottle and dipped a quill in the lemon. He placed it on the parchment and paused, he actually didn’t know what to write, he didn’t think he’d get the chance to write her a letter. All he had reserved to say to her he wanted to say in person.

“Just give her a little assurance,” Alexander advised the lycan as if reading his mind. “She may seem hard hearted, but when it comes to you for some strange reason, she get a little emotional. So just a statement of encouragement will do.

Elric took a hard look at the plain one parchment before writing down something short and quick. He wrote; ‘worry not, I am on my way.’