(The Queen’s pov)

I walked down the castle corridor. With a quick look around I removed the painting of my Great Grandfather. King Remington Bonzo Copoles the first. Stepping into the dark tunnel I frowned. I often hated the check ins with my master. With gentle thumps my feet brushed the ground.

“It’s been to long.” The man in front of me said.

“Yes it has.” I responded with a small bow.

“Is your son cooperating? Does he suspect anything?” The man asked. I held back a scoff. Orion is many things, but he is not a traitor.

“He suspects nothing sire. I promise you with your resources the Istaval will be yours.” I responded.

“Good. Now go. I have some work to attend to.” The man said. I shuffled down the shady tunnel, and back to the queen’s courters.

(Gordon’s pov)

_Gordon. _A voice said to me. It was different form my normal voices. Gruff, deep, slightly familiar. _I need you to do something for me Gordon. _‘What?’ I asked the voice.

_I know you will find the Istaval Gordon, and when you do I need you to bring it to me._

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‘Why would I do that?’ I asked.

_Edotra is dying Gordon. You are the only one who can save it. _

Was it true? Was Edotra really dying? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know if I could trust the voice.

(Gordon’s dad’s pov)

I opened my eyes. With a smirk, I began to talk to myself.

“After so many years. The Istaval will finally be mine.” And no one will know it’s me. I thought.

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Sorry it took so long. I had a case of the lovely writers block. Don’t we all Love writers block 😩anyway byeee 👋🫶💖