chapter 48

The kingdom was in uproar, the king was in search of the kidnapped Prince.

Enrique was thinking as he walked back and forth in the room, Uther watching speechless…

Suddenly Enrique stops holding his head letting out laughter, “no way! No way, he doesn't have magic hair!”

Uther is confused but then thinks it's just the depression of his missing child, “have you spoken with his Majesty?”

“Is he even in the palace? I haven't seen him anywhere for the past two Days!” He complains, he doesn't know what to do.

He can't go looking because he doesn't know this place and just might cause more damage, to Astolpho he feels useless, helpless and out of place. He never thought of doing his royal duties as queen but maybe if he did could do something!

“Urgh!”

“Have you tried talking with your father?”

Enrique pauses for a moment, “Huh?”

“The Marquis Siegel, have you tried speaking with him?” Uther inquires carefully.

“Eh? Huh?!”

Uther's expression became numb, ‘don't tell me he forgot his own father as well?’

Enrique held his hands, “explain!”

Uther sighs as an awkward Sweat trickles Down his cheek, “um… well…”

Uther feels strange how he is supposed to tell the queen about his own family, he is only a physician. Ah… Where is Chamberlain when you need one?

“Well, you… um… queen you're the child of a great Elven magician known as Marquis Siegel.”

“An elf? Magician?!”

Enrique was shocked, Ishley is of Elven descent?! Cool!! But now is not the time.

“Let us go!”

“Where?”

“To my father!”

“Wait! Is it right to leave at a time like this?!”

Enrique barely focuses, rushing out the room. Uther tried his best catching up trying to talk some sense into him.

Enrique on his way to Astolpho's office met Charmin. He clearly had bangs under his eyes looking pale, Enrique quickly covered nose thinking that Charmin’s cologne was too much!

“Greetings your majesty, may the mot–”

“Where is Astolpho?” He asks abruptly. But then he remembers he must be polite, “good afternoon.”

Charmin tilts his head as a shadow glaze over him, “he is off on patrol, there is no luck with interrogating the enemy. His majesty is restless.”

Enrique's heart is hurt, of course. It's their child, their beloved baby. Anything could be happening, he knows Astolpho must be in pain but their baby, he prays. He is not a believer but he prays to mother Hysteria their child is well.

Astolpho walks at pace, as his face expresses grimness. He looks at the back figure Of the father bowing before the tapestry of the goddess Hysteria. An embroidery of Lady her skin black as coal, hair as white and silver as silk when Cast underneath the sunlight dress In gold and riches, her arms Open welcoming all.

Astolpho feels bitter, it's always this place. He walks then stands beside the pope, he looks at the Tapestry For a second before bowing on one Knee paying respects to the goddess.

After some time, the pope opened his eyes before saying. “Mother asks that I not Interfere, I cannot help you.”

“I need to Find my child,” Astolpho said.

“I cannot aid you in this endeavor, it's against our mother's will.”

Astolpho grabs his shoulders, “my child is missing! Please, I don't ask for much, he is my world!” He begs.

The pope looks him into his tear filled as then gently pats his head, “have faith our mother,”

Astolpho grits teeth slapping Away his hand, “have faith! How can I when she doesn't Give me enough to have!”

The pope touches His chest once more, “your child is well, and is within good hands.”

Astolpho turns away angry, but there is a small relief knowing his child is still well. But he needs to find their son!

The pope Watches the retreating Figure of Astolpho, but soon he stops.

“Tell me, how is it that you go on everyday knowing your family suffers like this… Great grandfather?” He asks.

The pope's face remains unmoving, “I am not responsible for my fore generation and their actions Your Majesty, I cut ties with that long Ago. And my will is to our mother.” The pope said calmly.

Astolpho nods, continuing his journey…

Deep within The city of Costalaire, A Golden Blond Hair, aqua Eyes that's reflective To its surrounding, a male sits In a tavern a baby in arms. He looks at the child pouting, he Is exhaust.

“Been two days the prince is missin without a sign.” A man said in a ruffle Like two. “Heard there is a reward for who can find the prince as well as hand in legit information.” The man chugged down A glass of wine.

The woman Who was previously flirting with the bartender sighs, “again with the royals, each generation a new pigshole of a problem.”

The woman had a sturdy build but an attractive face which Would make Anyone fall for her.

“Haha, True like the previous king. I Heard He locked his mate up in a tower after giving birth and made a deal with the elf race. Who knows, maybe it's the elf that kidnapped the prince as a bargaining chip with the previous King.” the man said, smiling at the lady.

“Oh Really?”

“Yeah, well known news Back then, because the king didn't have a Life mate According to the Pope.” The man gulped down a glass before continuing. “So the king made one conspiring with the pope.”

Soon There was an abrupt noise Cutting in between Conversations, feeling nervous he tried hushing the child but he kept crying.

“err! Silence! Be quiet, you noisy thing!”

“WOAHHHHH!!! AHHHHHH…”

The bold lady steps off her chair heading towards her, “sir,is there something wrong?”

“Oh nothing, just my baby. Hehe.”

‘I can't let them see.”

The lady finds the Petite lad suspicious, even if he was young it seems strange to the baby he is holding.

“I know a thing or two about babies an–”

She stretches forever about to touch the child when suddenly he moves as his left hand gold as if ready to attack. “don't touch him!”

She freezes carefully so as not to make sudden moves. “careful, you might hurt the baby.”

Astel fidgets screaming at the top of his lungs, everyone was strange to the little one. “Why child!”

The caster’s eyes glowed and soon he teleported from everyone's eyes.