“Drink this. It’ll make you feel better,” Zaira said handing over a shot of what Silas thought he had been needing. But not before pouring in a bit of that special ingredient, only and pinch.

“Yes yes, you did your job you can leave now” Silas demanded still angered by the whole situation. A hand waved in the air shooing her away. His second mistake that day. Zaira would never enjoy being shooed away, even it was by the kings son, the prince of Edethos, which left her blood boiling once more.

After a couple more shots Silas was left wasted. He’d ordered his dancers to come in and drink with him, dance for him. “Dance, dance, dance!” He said, one of those beautiful lady’s sat on his leg, he looked into those eyes of hers, a sparkling blue, she only gave him a lopsided smile.

For a moment he smiled back wickedly, before that smile faded and replaced with the furrowing of his brow. He inclined his chin to the side telling her to leave. Something felt off. Something was missing. Adelia. Something in that woman reminded him of the that woman that wasn’t quite his. Yet. Something in gut seemed to overflow with anger he didn’t even know where was coming from. He sat up and yelled at all the dancers to leave. Only Noah remained.

Silas walked over to him saying, “You will prepare a horse for me,”

Noah only nodded following the prince’s orders.

Adelia had been on her way to the library, on the look for that book of maps. She need it for the mission. Though Silas very clearly told her she shouldn’t and it was to dangerous for a woman like her to go. She didn’t care, it was the right thing to do. All she need to do was look at on of the books on this shelf and she’d be ready.

“Your majesty where are you going in the first place?”

“Adelia.” Was the only thing that came out of his mouth. Nothing else was in that twisted mind of his right now.

“I don’t think that’s—“

She searched and searched until—Aha! She pulled the book out of its shelf and opened it up to see if it was the right one. Yes, it was and she was overjoyed with her find.

A step to towards the door until she saw Silas right in her very presence. He pinned her against the bookshelf “I’ve been,” he searched her face a moment. “Looking for you,”

Her heart raced, “Gods blood, what are you doing Silas?”

A huff of his breath and she immediately knew. “You’re drunk.” She shook her head not like the smell at all. Wasn’t he with Idabel? Adelia didn’t think he was the type to do this. “You need to stop. If anyone sees us like this they will gets the wrong idea, especially since you’re with—“

“With who? Who are you speaking of?” He questioned. As far as he knew he’d been single.

“Your majesty there you are. Gods flesh, what are you doing with the commoner?”