~The Castle Orynth is under attack, The Royal Heirs are in danger! Pt. 1~
AEDION'S P.O.V
Aedion was not pleased to be woken by the palace guard that morning. He had specially taken today off so he could sleep in and stay in bed with Lysandra all afternoon. The guards looked alert but anxious. There were 3 of them and as Aedion sat up slowly he realized something was very wrong.
"What is the meaning of this?" Aedion growled as Daxin a night shift guard he knew personally, tried to rouse Lysandra, who was sleeping soundly bedside Aedion. And would stay that way if he had anything to do with it.
Daxin straightened immediately and backed away from Lys, taking the hint. But the words he said next were those of a nightmare.
"We are moving all personal to the panic chambers. Maeve has sent some minions to wish us a good morning." Aedion sat up straighter and could not help the spitfire of questions that escaped him.
"How many?" He asked his heart beating faster and faster in his ears.
"About a dozen. Not many, but they are strong."
"Where are they." It was not a question, but a demand.
"Last I heard, they had only made it past the front gates." Daxin said solemnly.
Aedion swore and jumped out of the bed, dressing himself quickly. Once dressed, he crossed the room the Lysandra's sleeping form and quickly woke her with a gentle hand on her shoulder and a slight shake. He briefly relayed the situation to Lys.
"Where are Rowan and Aelin." She demanded, dressing herself underneath the covers.
"Her Majesty is in town christening the re-opening of The Library of Orynth. King Rowan is escorting the Royal Heirs to the panic chambers, he is fully aware of the situation." Dax reported.
"Has anyone gone to inform the Queen?" Aedion asked. His worry growing worse by the second. For Aelin to be out when something like this happens… it couldn't be a coincidence.
"The enemy has two of their own guarding the gates, they are threatening to slaughter anyone who approaches." Daxin says.
Lysandra flings herself out of bed, fully dressed in her fighting gear. Clad in an elastic silver and green suit that would accommodate to her transformations, she looked stylishly dangerous.
"Then they are here on a mission, they won't leave until it's completed. And they definitely won't let anyone in or out, to aid or escape." Lysandra states, picking Aedion's weapons belt off of the closet floor and tossing it to him. Aedion gave her a thankful glance before turning to his men, the cadence of Captain of The Royal Guard and former War General coming over him.
"If they're not here for the most valuable person in the kingdom, the Queen, then they must be after the Royal Heirs. I want a squadron of elites to take the tunnel exit and warn the Queen immediately, don't waste another second. Go!" The guards exited quickly and quietly, leaving Aedion and Lysandra to gather their weapons and their nerve.
"Do you think Maeve intends to assassinate or to Capture?" Lysandra asked.
Aedion could tell she was trying to stay as professional as possible for his niece and infant nephew, so was he when he voiced the thought that was tearing them both up inside.
"Something tells me Maeve likes to play with her toys before discarding them."