Heart Over Sword - Chapter 154

How disgusting and absurd. This princess who punched him in the face and spoke so.. so.. Conrad blinked profusely and his thought process halted as he stared back at the mother and daughter before him. It was then Conrad realised he could understand their words. They were speaking in that language again. But but how could he understand?

Was this another power?

What language were they speaking in and why? He glanced between Lady Loraven and Princess Evanna, they were speaking in hushed tones almost like they didn’t want anyone else to hear them. While he debated over this new revelation, the mother and daughter continued with their conversation.

“And stop antagonising Eleanor,” Lady Loraven scolded.

The princess jumped up and spun on the spot. “You cannot expect me to be quiet when she insults you to my face. And if she cannot handle an eight-year-old child’s wit, then she shouldn’t be Queen-”

Her voice was muffled out by Lady Loraven’s hands. “*Watch your tongue.*” The King’s mistress glanced around the room as though a spy was already among them. Technically, Conrad was spying on them, but they didn’t know that, and there was no information thus far that might help him gain an advantage or more power within his family.

Lady Loraven released the princess from her hands and stood up with a sigh. “Rest now. The herbs I gave you yesterday will help in a tea to reduce the redness and bruising on your face. Evanna..” The princess now looked up at her mother; the tone in Lady Loraven’s voice left no room to argue. “While the Hart family is here, I need you to be on your best behaviour. Stay out of trouble, don’t argue with Eleanor in front of them. Be good to Prince Conrad.. I fear nothing looks as it seems with him. You will be spending more time with him than anyone else now.”

“*Yes, mother,*” The princess replied obediently as Lady Loraven walked to the door.

“Oh, and Evanna..” Conrad and Evanna looked at Lady Loraven. “Make your bed again. Ger will not be free from his duties for at least a week. You cannot sneak out to see him unless you want to get him in even more trouble. Rest now. Tonight you will have to be presentable again.”

Princess Evanna’s mouth parted, and the door closed behind her mother. With a sigh, she flopped back onto her bed, unaware of the floating prince above her.

So, she was sneaking out to see that servant boy. For some reason, that irked him even more, but he did not know for what purpose. Was he simply jealous that this illegitimate child still had close relationships outside of the obvious hateful glares of the Queen and first princess along with the nobles and even some servants?

It really was pathetic, people were scared of him and called him a demon, yet here in Dunhurst, they hated on a child because of her birth. Even though he found this princess annoying, the child still didn’t deserve ridicule over the sins of her parents. Ah, but they weren’t sins here in the Kingdom of Dunhurst; King Osian reinstated the law of allowing royals to have a mistress.

At least Lady Loraven and Princess Evanna were still in favour of the King.

Ugh, why am I still here?! Take me back already!

Just as Conrad was about to fly back, he felt his body shake, and his vision became blurry. Then all too suddenly, he was yanked back, and he gasped, opening his eyes to a screaming servant. Conrad rubbed his head in annoyance; this wasn’t one of his servants.

“Your highness, I apologise. The servants brought your luggage in, unaware you were.. sleeping on the sofa,” Harrison, his attendant, apologised, standing to the side of him. He appeared only ten years older to him with a slender body, bright blue eyes and his eyelids were always smudged with a light redness as though he didn’t get enough sleep and had shimmering silver hair.

Conrad sometimes wondered if Harrison was a warlock of some kind because his looks were bizarre for the region he grew up in. In fact, the prince hadn’t seen anyone else look like Harrison, who had silver hair that sparkles in specific lighting?

Harrison was aware of some of the prince’s powers, and unlike others who would scream at any oddities, he never did. Not even the first time, his attendant found him looking like a corpse on the floor at the young age of four. Instead, he placed him on his bed and waited for his return. He was the only person he trusted by a minuscule amount, even though he believed his attendant had his own secrets.

Conrad waved his hand lazily and sat up, “Get them out of here. Only you will assist me,” He said through gritted teeth, his head still pounding at being pulled into that strange power.

Harrison bowed and handed him a glass of blue liquid with a sprinkle of herbs twirling inside from where his attendant had stirred it. It was truly awful, but it always helped revitalise him after entering that ghostly form. He would feel drained and unable to use his powers for two days, and the ‘whispers’ in his head could not be blocked out.

Harrison ordered the servants out as Conrad downed the strange elixir and settled back down on the sofa, his thoughts turning to the princess and the language she spoke. There was more to her than a simple princess rebelling against the claws of nobility trying to clutch at her, and he would find it out. Maybe she would be useful..

Conrad sighed as he felt his boots fall to the ground, and Harrison’s hands started to massage his feet. “Rest now, master. You are drained from today’s excursions,” His attendant said in a quiet and calming voice. “I will get the bath ready.”

“Hmmm, I will see her tonight..” Conrad murmured sleepily. “Evanna…”