She leads me to a corner in the hallway, "What is your name my dear?"
I shrug my shoulders, "Aria."
She palms her face for a moment, while I just watch her in bewilderment, "Madam.."
"Aria, I am honestly sorry for any inconvenience that this information might cause you," she says all with one breath.
I just stare at her, the confusion clearly written on my eyes.
"The man named Logan you met, is actually Archi. That is his real name, he is the King's real heir."
I think my jaws must have reached the ground, "What? What are you talking about?"
"What I am saying is that, he is not actually Logan a common guard, he is supposed to be the crown prince but," her voice becomes choked as she sucks her breath in, her eyes are becoming teary.
"He was the heir who was gone all these while?" I gawk at her.
She nods.
I blink my eyes, "How is that possible?"
She raises her eyes to look at me, she looks confused as I ask her that question. I can be dumb at times.
"It is very complicated. I do not even think I can start narrating everything for you, but one thing I can say is that he is very hurt right now and..."
My supposed mate tried to kill his father because of what exactly.
That is one mate down, your choice is now obvious Aria.
I shake my head, that is not possible, I do not want to believe Logan-- I mean Archi would do something like that.
"I have to know what happened. You just told me I deserve to know everything," i almost flare up, but try as much as I can to keep my cool.
She reaches out to hold my hand this time, and I do not back away.
"The things all happened years ago, when I had the king's heir, but I had to run away from here because he had found his fated mate."
I grimace, "That does not make any sense."
She chuckles softly, her eyes retreating further into her sockets, "I had raised him all by myself, and.." she pauses to take in a deep breath.
"At some point, I had to tell him everything, I think he was around fifteen years old, and that mistake of mine led him to hate his father," her eyes are teary again, and she bows her head.
"Is that why he wanted to kill him.. as some sort of revenge?"I squint my eyes.
She bops her head up and down, "Exactly. I know-- it is all my fault I did not mean for it to escalate this way."
I squeeze her hand, "We can still take care of this, my father is one of the members of the elders council, I can beg him."
Her eyes widen as she hears my revelation, "What? He is? Who?"
"Elder Zephyr."
Her nose scrunches up in.. disgust? I can not quite tell what she is feeling at the moment.
"He obviously hates him now. Of course what he has done is against the traditions."
"There must be some kind of way!" I cut her short.
I do not even know why I am this agitated, maybe because I am selfish, but I do not want Logan to suffer. He is way too beautiful for that.
"What else can I do? I am hopeless as of now.. unless Oberon wakes up," her voice is shaky, "Unless he wakes up, my son is going to die in that crimson den," she slowly releases her hands from mine, then she drops to her knees.
I also go down on my knees to comfort her, "Please do not give up hope yet. He will not die, and that is for sure. I will make sure of that I promise you," I assure her.
Wait-- did she say the crimson den?!
"He is in the crimson Den?!" I gasp.
She nods again, "That was the worse punishment they could give to him."
"That makes him.."
"A Lycan. Yes," she confirms my suspicion.
Dear goddess, I might be the one to pass out soon!
"He is a Lycan? What?"
"His father is a Lycan, that will make him a Lycan too right?" She arches her brow.
My cheeks brighten in embarrassment, now she must think I am some kind of freak.
I swallow hard, "Yes madam."
"You can call me Nyx. My name is Nyx."
I wrap my arms around her, and she pulls me into a hug, "Everything will be fine Nyx. I am sure the king will soon gain consciousness."
"I honestly hope so," she tightens her hold on me, "I really hope so too."
I disengage from the hug, "I will tell my father about this. I know he will be able to do something."
She looks up at me with gratitude, "Are you sure about that? What if he does something to you?"
What is he going to do?
I roll my eyes, "He will not do anything to me. Do not worry about it."
She exhales deeply, "To think they were the same elders begging us all those years ago," she smiles, one of bitterness, I assume.
"Huh?"
She gets up, and helps me to my feet, "If your father refuses to pay heed your pleas, do not beg further, our only hope would be on Oberon."
I twist my lips, "Yes Nyx."
She flashes me a warm smile, but her eyes still carry a lot of pain in them, she gently taps my shoulder then excuses herself.
I stand there watching her leave. I bite my lower lip, "What if father doesnot agree? What will I do then?" I bite my finger nails, "Please dear moon goddess help me."
I stand there for a minute at loss of what to do. I do not know if I should wait, and tell my father right here, or wait till I go home.
"Oh boy, this is going to be harder than I thought," I mumble.
Way harder than it is supposed to be.