Excited

"Thank you for coming, Your Majesty," Elias said, his tone appreciative, "I could use some help with history, specifically the reign of King Alden II. I find it quite challenging."

The King nodded, walking over to the desk and taking a seat, "Of course, Elias. Let's start with King Alaric I and Queen Lysandra's reign. What aspects of it are you finding difficult to grasp?"

Elias hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty, "Your Majesty, I find it difficult to understand the complexities of the negotiations and alliances during King Alaric I and Queen Lysandra's reign. The interweaving politics of that time confuse me."

The King smiled gently, sensing Elias's unease, "Politics can indeed be convoluted, but let's break it down step by step. During their reign, one of the key achievements was the historic alliance with a neighboring kingdom. This alliance brought peace and stability to both nations, allowing for mutual economic growth."

As the King spoke, he used simple language, trying to make the information more accessible. Elias listened intently, his furrowed brows gradually relaxing as he absorbed the explanation. The King's ability to simplify complex topics and his patient demeanor helped Elias immensely.

"Furthermore," the King continued, "King Alaric I and Queen Lysandra were passionate about preserving Landroich's natural beauty. They established the Royal Arboretum, a sanctuary for rare and exotic flora. This not only enhanced the kingdom's aesthetics but also served as a symbol of their commitment to environmental conservation."

Elias nodded, his understanding deepening, "I see, Your Majesty. Their focus on diplomacy and environmental preservation played a crucial role in Landroich's prosperity."

The King smiled, pleased with Elias's comprehension, "Exactly, Elias. History is like a tapestry, woven with various threads of events and decisions. By understanding each thread, we can unravel the intricate patterns of the past."

With newfound determination, Elias picked up his quill, "Thank you, Your Majesty. I feel more confident now. I'll study further and make sure I understand the nuances of our history."

The King nodded, rising from his seat, "I have no doubt you'll grasp it thoroughly, Elias. If you ever need more assistance, don't hesitate to ask. Knowledge is a treasure, and I'm here to help you unlock its secrets."

Elias bowed respectfully, gratitude shining in his eyes, "Thank you, Your Majesty. I appreciate your guidance."

The King walked up to the doorway, before he could twist the doorknob, Elias called him.

"Your Majesty." Elias said.

The King turned back to Elias, his expression attentive, "Yes, Elias? Is there something else you'd like to discuss?"

Elias hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting between his books and the King, "Your Majesty, may I ask you a personal question?"

The King nodded, his curiosity piqued, "Of course, Elias. You may ask anything you wish."

Elias took a deep breath, his voice hesitant but sincere, "Your Majesty, you've been helping me with my studies, and I'm truly grateful for that. But there's something I've been wondering about... Why do you go to such lengths to assist me personally? I mean, you're the King, and there are so many pressing matters in the kingdom. Yet, you take the time to help me understand history and other subjects."

The King's gaze softened as he considered Elias's question. After a moment of thoughtful silence, he spoke, his voice filled with sincerity. "Elias, I believe in the importance of education and knowledge. You are the future of Landroich, and it is my duty to ensure that you are well-prepared to lead this kingdom someday. But beyond that, I see potential in you, a desire to learn and grow. Helping you is not just a duty but a privilege. You remind me of the hope and potential that our kingdom holds, and it inspires me to invest in your education."

Elias's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but feel deeply moved by the King's words, "Your Majesty, I'm honored to have your guidance. Thank you for believing in me."

The King smiled warmly, "You're very welcome, Elias. Never underestimate your own potential. With knowledge and determination, you can achieve greatness."

Elias nodded, "I won't, Your Majesty. I'll do my best to make you proud."

The King patted Elias's shoulder encouragingly, "I have no doubt you will, Elias. Now, if you have any more questions or need further assistance, don't hesitate to reach out."

As the King began to turn away, Elias felt an unexpected surge of emotion, his heart pounding in his chest. He opened his mouth, intending to say something he had never dared to voice before, "I…" he started, his voice catching in his throat.

But then, as if a sudden wave of self-consciousness washed over him, he hesitated. Instead of confessing what he truly felt, he managed to utter, "Goodnight, Your Majesty," his voice barely above a whisper.

The King turned back, his eyes searching Elias's face for a moment before he nodded gently, "Goodnight, Elias. Sleep well and have pleasant dreams."

Elias nodded, his heart heavy with unspoken words. With a final glance, he retreated back into his study, the door closing softly behind him. In the dim light of the room, he sighed, his hand resting on his chest where his heart still echoed the unspoken confession. But for now, all he could manage was a whispered, "Goodnight," to the air, hoping that someday he would find the courage to express his true feelings. 

Elias leaning by the door, standing there, his heart feeling both lighter and heavier than before. His hand pressed lightly to his chest as he tried to steady the rapid beating of his heart. The room seemed to close in around him, and he couldn't help but wonder why he couldn't just admit the truth. Why was it so difficult to say the words he had been feeling for so long? He let out a frustrated sigh, a mix of flustered emotions and unspoken desires.

"When will I admit it to myself?" he whispered to the empty room, his voice barely audible. He closed his eyes, trying to push away the tumultuous thoughts that threatened to consume him, "When will I admit that I've loved the King all this time?"

A wave of longing washed over him, and he couldn't deny the pull he felt towards the King, a pull that seemed impossible to ignore. The memory of the King's touch, his warm smiles, and the kindness in his eyes played in Elias's mind like a haunting melody. He questioned himself, wrestling with his own emotions, wondering if he had the strength to confront the truth.

Outside the door, the palace halls remained silent, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil Elias was experiencing. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on the door's surface.

"I need to be honest with myself," Elias whispered, his voice cracking with the weight of unspoken confessions, "I can't keep denying what I feel. But... how can I, when it feels like such a forbidden love?"

In the palace, the days passed in a gentle rhythm, marked by the changing hues of the autumn leaves that painted the palace grounds in shades of gold and crimson. Elias settled into a routine, dividing his time between his studies, palace duties, and stolen moments with the King. Their interactions became a delicate dance, a blend of camaraderie and unspoken longing, their stolen glances and shared smiles speaking volumes.

The King, too, found solace in Elias's presence. Amidst the demands of ruling, Elias became a beacon of warmth and understanding. They discussed literature, politics, and the intricacies of governance. Elias's insights and perspective brought a new dimension to the King's decisions, and he found himself valuing Elias's opinions more with each passing day.

The Marquis, Matthew, continued his visits, bringing updates and reports from the ongoing investigations. His half-framed glasses perched on his nose, he presented his findings with meticulous detail. The King appreciated Matthew's dedication, and Elias often found himself admiring the Marquis's intelligence and loyalty.

As autumn drifted into its third month, Elias stood by the window of his chambers, gazing at the falling leaves. He felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The time had come for him to return to school, to resume his studies in Handun Broch. The prospect of leaving the palace, of stepping away from the King's presence, filled him with a strange sense of loss.

During those months, Elias had grown to cherish the moments he spent with the King, the stolen glances, the late-night conversations, and the genuine smiles they shared. Yet, he knew he had responsibilities beyond the palace walls. His education, his future, awaited him at Handun Broch's academy.

"Master Elias." It was the servant, Becky called him behind the door, muffled a bit, "His Majesty awaits you."

Elias turned to face the door, his heart skipping a beat at Becky's words. A mix of anticipation and nervousness surged within him. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he smoothed down the fabric of his attire and walked towards the door.

He opened it gently, revealing Becky standing in the hallway, her eyes kind and understanding, "Thank you, Becky," Elias murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. With a nod, she stepped aside, allowing him to pass.

As he made his way to the King's chambers, Elias's mind raced with thoughts and emotions. What could the King want to discuss with him before his departure? The possibilities tumbled through his mind like autumn leaves caught in a whirlwind.

Upon reaching the door, Elias hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering above the handle. He wondered if the King could sense the turmoil within him, the conflict between duty and desire. With a final, resolute breath, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The room was bathed in the warm glow of flickering candlelight, casting a soft, amber hue over the King's regal figure. The King was seated at his desk, his expression a mix of seriousness and something else, something Elias couldn't quite decipher.

"Your Majesty" Elias said, his voice steady but laced with a touch of uncertainty, "You wished to see me?"

The King regarded Elias with a warm, genuine smile as he approached, the flickering candlelight casting intriguing shadows across his features. His steps, though unintentionally alluring, held an air of grace and charm that was impossible to ignore.

Elias's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the King's approach. The mix of uncertainty and anticipation within him grew stronger, making it difficult to maintain his composure.

With a gentle, almost tender tone, the King spoke, "I wanted to stroll with you at Handun Broch."

He's not really good at words.

Elias blinked, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected suggestion. His mind raced, trying to process the King's words, "Your Majesty," he began, his voice soft and thoughtful, "I appreciate the offer, but I am scheduled to return to the academy in a few hours, I need to prepare for the new term."

Though his words were polite and logical, deep down, Elias couldn't help but wonder about the true intention behind the King's request. Was there more to this invitation than met the eye?

The King's eyes softened with understanding as he realized Elias's confusion. He chuckled lightly and placed a gentle hand on Elias's shoulder, guiding him away from the doorway, "No, no," the King said with a warm smile, "I mean, I want to send you off to school. I've enjoyed our time together, but I understand the importance of your education."

Elias felt a mix of surprise and gratitude wash over him. His initial instinct was to refuse, his shyness holding him back. But as he met the King's kind gaze, he found it difficult to decline such a heartfelt offer.

"I... Your Majesty, I appreciate your kindness," Elias stammered, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment, "But, it's not necessary. I can manage on my own."

The King's smile remained unwavering, "I insist," he said softly, his tone firm yet gentle, "Consider it a gesture of friendship. Besides, I'd feel much better knowing you arrived safely."

Elias hesitated for a moment, his heart conflicted between his natural inclination to decline and the overwhelming warmth he felt from the King's genuine concern. Finally, he nodded, his shy smile breaking through. "Thank you, Your Majesty," he said, his voice laced with genuine gratitude. "I... I accept your offer."

The King's eyes twinkled with satisfaction, pleased that Elias had agreed. "Excellent," he remarked.

As Elias stood outside the palace gates, he couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment. He had expected the King to arrange a luxurious carriage for his journey to Handun Broch, but instead, he found himself staring at a simple gig carriage. It was a quaint, two-wheeled vehicle, pulled by a single horse.

"The King knows how to commute?" Elias muttered to himself in astonishment.

Just then, the King emerged from the palace, wearing a casual yet regal attire. He approached Elias with a warm smile, seemingly unfazed by the choice of transportation, "Ready to go, Elias?"

Elias, still slightly taken aback, managed to nod in response, "Yes, Your Majesty."

The King gestured for Elias to climb into the gig carriage with him. As they settled in, Elias couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and curiosity. He had always imagined the King as someone who would only travel in the most opulent of carriages, but here he was, sharing a simple ride.

As the gig carriage began to move, Elias turned to the King with a quizzical expression, "Your Majesty," he started tentatively, "I must admit, I didn't expect this mode of transportation."

The King chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement, "Well, Elias, I believe in experiencing all aspects of life, including the more humble ones," he replied, "Besides, it's good to travel like this from time to time. It keeps one grounded and connected to the people."

As the gig carriage arrived at Handun Broch, Elias and the King disembarked and began their journey on foot through the bustling streets of Elias's hometown. The town was a mix of modest homes and bustling markets, with a lively atmosphere that spoke of resilience and community spirit.

Elias walked alongside the King, feeling a deep connection to the place he had grown up. He couldn't help but smile as he pointed out familiar landmarks and greeted old friends and acquaintances along the way. The King, in turn, observed the town with genuine interest, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of Handun Broch.

"This place holds so many memories for you, doesn't it?" the King remarked, his gaze warm as he watched Elias interact with the townspeople.

Elias nodded, his expression filled with nostalgia, "Yes, Your Majesty. This is where I spent my childhood, where I learned so much about life and the world. It's a place that shaped who I am today."

As they walked further into the heart of the town, they came across a bustling marketplace filled with stalls selling everything from fresh produce to handmade crafts. The vibrant colors and lively chatter of the market goers created a vibrant tapestry of life.

The King's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he took in the scene, "It's a thriving community," he commented, "Despite its challenges, Handun Broch seems to have a resilient spirit."

Elias nodded, a sense of pride evident in his voice, "Indeed, Your Majesty. The people here work hard and support one another. It's a close-knit community that takes care of its own."

They continued to walk through the market, and Elias couldn't help but introduce the King to some of the local vendors, who greeted him warmly. It was a heartwarming experience for both of them, as the King got a glimpse into the world Elias had come from and the strong bonds he had forged with the people of Handun Broch.

As they were walking through the bustling marketplace, a sudden commotion erupted nearby. A thief darted through the crowd, snatching a bag from a startled victim before making a swift getaway. Panic and shouts filled the air as the victim cried out for help.

Without a moment's hesitation, the King sprang into action. He moved with lightning speed, using his agility to intercept the fleeing thief. With a single, fluid motion, he spun around, grabbed the thief's shoulders, and hoisted the culprit off the ground.

Elias stood there, utterly flabbergasted, as he watched the King capture the thief with such grace and precision. The onlookers were equally stunned by the King's swift response, and a hushed silence fell over the crowd.

But then, Elias felt something warm and wet trickling down from his nose. He raised a hand to his face and realized that his nose was bleeding. It seemed that the sudden rush of adrenaline and shock had caused his nosebleed.

The King, still holding the struggling thief in a headlock with his thighs, glanced over at Elias with concern, "Elias, are you all right?"

NAPPEN'S EXTRA:

Nappen: [smirking] you wish that was you, huh?

Elias: [glaring]

Nappen: [smug] Well, well, well, Look at our little Elias, all flustered and blushing. I bet he's been thinking about the King in a whole other way, huh?