See Chapter 1 for disclaimer and etc.
A few moments later they we all sitting at the table, Mercy and Allie had joined them Royce told them about the elven realm, and he brought a few books from there which there wasn't many as the elves had very few needs to write down such works because of their long lives but still, it was a great pleasure to Myron. He already started reading a book.
"Myron, You can read that later right? After all Royce has just got here after being gone for months " Hadrian said, the monk looked up briefly.
"Fine, go back to reading if you must." Hadrian said when Myron went back to the book.
Meanwhile Mercedes laughed at something Allie had said, which had Royce smile slightly as it was so similar to Gwen's laugh... He messed Gwen so much. Sometimes he wished that Arista hadn't saved him, or that he had died on the bridge and that he wasn't the Heir of Novron. But He did love his little girl. But he wished it was Gwen who had lived instead of him... He had so much blood on his hands. He regretted a bit of it... All but what Colnora called the year of fear. after all that happened to him in that horrible place... There was no way he would regret that in the face of Elan.
"Royce?!" Hadrian said and Royce blinked at the tone.
"What?"
"Are you okay buddy?"
"Yes, was just lost in thoughts. Excuse me but I would like to go get some rest." Royce said standing up. He saw two guards in the corner.
"Watch her keep her safe." He said in clear warning, that said if you don't you wouldn't want to be a guard of Modina longer or he would do horrible things. /p
"You watch, Mercy as well. Hadrian." Royce said. Hadrian nodded with a small grin at Royce's protectiveness something that the 'old Royce' would never do.
Royce went to his room, Modina had told him where he could sleep, the same strange feeling came back as he laid down on the bed, some wine was in the corner of the room. He noticed that it was his favorite wine. Well then he guessed one glass wouldn't hurt, and poured himself some, swirling it around, airing it out for a few moments after looking at it intently.
What are you doing his mind told him, do you not trust Arista?
His mind told him, he took a sip of his favorite wine. And almost choked as something burned his throat, He coughed. He stumbled and fell to the floor. His heart and mind racing, he tried to calm both. His last concious thought was that he thought he had heard someone open the door to the room, and then he knew nothing...