Chapter Fifteen: Heir Elector
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Virelai drifted away from the reception of her wedding and into the dining hall, glancing around in search of her father.
“Father I- …oh.”
Instead of her father, she laid eyes on a long, thin, silver blade mounted above the mantle of the gaping fireplace in the back wall.
The sword that was supposed to be Leveret’s in the future.
Though Leveret had nearly fallen over when he attempted to wield it.
Besides, her mother said he was ill.
What was he going to do with it?
Leveret wasn’t even supposed to be the heir to the throne in the first place, unlike his older sister.
Virelai marched over to the head of the long, irregularly shaped driftwood table, and roughly seized her father’s chair by the armrest.
She shoved the chair over to the fireplace, the chair scraping loudly across the stone of the floor.
She hoisted herself up, feeling like a child sneaking in sweets before supper.
She lifted the blade off of its mount, the smooth metal icy against her skin.
She wrapped her fingers around the hilt and hopped down from the chair with a clack.
She glanced down and saw a small crack had formed under her feet when she had landed.
“I believe they said that sedimentary rock was strong.”
She muttered.
“Madam? I do believe for this marriage to go smoothly I should know thine name. May I have the honor-”13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6mZt8cbQPv
Virelai jumped, startled at the sudden burst of speech from whom she was supposed to call husband.
She raised the sword up with slight effort and pointed it at the foreign prince’s round nose.
“No, you may not.”
Iarlaith froze, his eyes wide as his hands immediately flew to his throat.
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He gasped.
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She lied, her head held high as the savory taste of rebellion ghosted her tongue.
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Iarlaith rambled before Virelai cut him off as she lowered the sword.
“Yes, yes I know what is ‘bad for the kingdom’ I am not a fool! You… you, sir, may be a fool but I am most certainly not!”
She barked, pinching her nose bridge.
“Remove thyself from my sight.”
She muttered.
Iarlaith lowered his hands, catching his breath.
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“Leave me in peace!”
She shouted, her voice echoing off the walls.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡscBFrr4ghr
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He peeped, scurrying out of the room.
Virelai watched him hurry away, holding her head high.
“Cowardly man-like-creature.”
She glanced down at the gleaming weapon in her hands.
Engraved along the blade in sharp calligraphy were the words ‘Heir Elector’.
“Leveret shall never be on the throne. Even fully grown, he is too fragile. He is more my son than he is Mother’s, so I know what is best for him.”
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