Immured (1)

Mikyle left the bathroom, rubbing a towel to his hair in an attempt to dry it. He walked into the large closet where he picked out his clothes for the night. Unlike most nobles, Mikyle preferred to dress himself instead of leaving it to someone else. It was safer, and he felt more comfortable doing it that way.

Phillip, who had just returned from delivering Mikyle's letter, knocked on the bed chamber's door. "Sire, the King is here to see you."

"I'll be there in a minute." Mikyle finished getting dressed, not caring if he seemed improper because he was going to host the king in his sleepwear.

Mikyle walked out of his bed chambers and into the small reception area that was attached to it. "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"Kyle," his father used his nickname, a smile softening his handsome features. "Who was the target in today's assassination attempt?" His father asked, getting straight to business.

"I assume Lady Lianna," Mikyle answered, taking a seat across from his father. "I've tasked Henry with finding out."

The king nodded his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Your mother came to me earlier, after the incident. It's been long enough, you need to bring in a personal doctor that you can trust."

Mikyle nodded his head. He had been planning on bringing Mabel Verne, an assistant to Doctor Meredith Howell, who was also Henry's wife.

Mabel was a sixteen-year-old that the Howells had found on the streets four years ago. Seeing that she had a way with plants, Doctor Meredith took her in under her wing.

The only problem with bringing Mabel in was that she was a girl around his age. Rumors were bound to spread. He could always bring Doctor Meredith, but she had her own projects that he had assigned to her.

"I have someone in mind, but I can't afford the rumors that will start with me bringing her here."

King Asher nodded his head. "Introduce her to me and I'll find a way to assign her to you that would not beget rumors. You need someone on your side who will cover for you since you are not willing to let others know about the Dragon Blood you possess."

Dragon Blood simply referred to one of Valron descent who had inherited the Great Drogon's will and power.

During the end of the Great Elemental War a thousand years ago, the surviving Kings of each ancient race passed their wills onto the groups of humans who had supported them. One of the ancient kings was Velron the Dragon, also known as the Giver of Life, had descended onto the human populace and commanded that a kingdom be built in his name. If the humans did so, then the Royal Family of the Velron Kingdom would one day have a descendant born with the elemental powers of fire and light, while also inheriting the great dragon's destiny.

Mikyle was the first Velron royal to be born with both elemental powers. If anyone were to find out, they would demand that he be named Crown Prince instead of Nathaniel, and that was something that Mikyle did not want.

"Yes, I know. I'll have her guardian introduce her to you."

The king merely nodded his head, his red eyes lingering on Mikyle. "Wait until the weekend is over and your mother has calmed down." He stood up then. "I'm off to see Nathaniel. He has been in a rage over you and Lianna. I need to make sure that boy stays away from the prison cells before he does something he can't take back."

The corners of Mikyle's lips tugged down in a frown. "I have a sleeping drought if it comes to it," Mikyle offered, afraid that his brother may kill their only current source of information regarding the assassination attempt.

The king shook his head. "Hopefully it will not come to that." The conversation ended after that and Mikyle stood up to see his father out.

Mikyle was getting ready to enter his bed chambers for the night when Phillip popped in.

"Sire, a courier came by when you were conversing with the king. I inspected the package upon receiving it. The materials you ordered to be made two months ago have finally arrived. I sat the box in your office so as not to disturb you."

A grin spread across Mikyle's face. "Bring it here."

"Yes, Sire."

Phillip soon returned with the neatly boxed package. Mikyle opened it to find two golden compact mirrors inside. Embedded in the top of the mirror casings were three Mana Crystals that had been imbued with different Elemental powers; water, air, and space. On the bottom of the mirror casing was a five-digit number. In the bottom of the box were instructions on how to use the mirrors.

Mikyle grabbed a mirror and looked at the number on the bottom of it before handing it to Phillip.

Taking the other mirror, he poured some of his Mana into the crystals. Flipping the mirror open, he spoke the necessary sentence that had been included in the letter. "I wish to converse with 01127."

The smooth surface of the mirror rippled. An image soon appeared on the surface after the ripples died down. Mikyle could clearly see Phillip, who had also opened up his own compact.

Phillip's eyes widened. "Marvelous. I can see you clearly, Sire." His voice echoed from the compact in Mikyle's hand, causing Phillip's eyebrows to shoot up into his hairline. "This will make communication much easier!"

Mikyle nodded. "I agree. Send your mirror and the instructions to Howell. Also, provide the craftsman with more funds and request that more of these be made."

"Yes, Sire."

Mikyle peered down at the little trinket in his hand. He had wanted to create something to make communication with his subordinates easier and had spent the last year and a half on trying to come up with something that could work. This was the fruit of his labor.

After examining each Element and their corresponding powers to their core, he found which ones could complement each other to work in a way that was similar to the Warp Portal. The Space Crystal allowed for a physical connection between the mirrors to be made, while the Water Crystal allowed for an image to appear between the connected mirrors courtesy of the Space Crystal. The last and final touch was the Air Crystal which allowed for sound to travel to allow for a physical connection instead of just a visible one.

He finally had a secure communication route with Henry and the rest of Dor-Shey Da'at.

He closed the compact and flipped it around, viewing it from all angles. Maybe in the future, they could think about introducing them to the market. The only problem was the name. Mikyle had left it up to Phillip, which was a small mishap on his part.

Phillip placed the compact in his pocket as he turned to leave. "Sire, I believe that if we introduce these Portal Communicators to the market in five years, they'll become a huge success." Portal Communicator. What a simple and explanatory name. But there was still time to change it.

Five years? Hmm, I was thinking more like three. But not after I make some adjustments to it. I don't want to release such a superb item on the first round. It would also be problematic if our enemies were to get a hold of it.

Maybe I could take out the Water Crystal to prevent visible communication. . .or maybe take the Air Crystal to prevent verbal communication. As for the other problem, maybe I could install some sort of tracking or recording device on them?

Once Phillip left, Mikyle finally entered his bed chambers to lie down for the night. That's when his father's words finally registered. The king had said the 'weekend' not the 'day'.

Mikyle leaned back onto his bed with a groan, running his hands down his face. He was supposed to have a date this weekend!

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