The Story of the Two Moons

Zareth leaned against the balcony railing, overlooking the vast courtyard of the royal palace.

Tapping his fingers against the railing rhythmically.

I wonder if I should play something later…

He thought about a new game he had been meaning to try—one of the latest strategy-based ones.

He had been itching to see how he measured up against the top players.

Or maybe he could spar with Ed again; the kid fought unpredictably, which made things more exciting.

But before he could fully escape into his thoughts, he heard it.

The whispers.

He wasn't even trying to eavesdrop—they wanted him to hear.

"…To think our prince had to be saved by a human child."

A soft laugh followed.

"Embarrassing, isn't it? What would our ancestors say?"

Zareth's fingers clenched against the railing.