The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 411: An Alliance

"Yes, you Ari." Zoya said.

"Fine, I’ll teach her." Ari said confidently and Falka smiled, which she returned.

"So everything is settled then, no ripping of heads or any more lies. You all know I despise lies and secrets, so if you have anything to say, spill it out before we have dinner." Rama demanded but the Hall was silent.

"Alright then." She shrugged and focused on her food.

Falka sighed in relief as a sense of comfort washed over her. She found it hard to believe that they had accepted her despite knowing her ugly secret.

Silently, they all dined but Ari seemed to be the only one disturbing while Ares on the other hand fiddled uninterestingly with his food, but she caught him once or twice as he stole a quick glimpse of her.

Ares was a difficult puzzle to crack, the lack of emotion he portrayed in his cold eyes and impassive countenance gave out nothing of his thoughts, but she noticed the unease in those silver orbs of his, as if something was eating him up from within.

As dinner commenced, the double doors were suddenly flung open with a guard walking in with a displeased look on his face. He cast her a side glare before dropping his gaze on Draco.

Bowing deeply, he approached Draco and whispered something serious into his ears, but Draco’s facade was indifferent as he said with an amused grin "Let them in. We’ll meet them at the meeting room."

Meanwhile, Rama and the rest of the vampires caught word of what was being said and their faces twisted into a displeased frown.

The guard left immediately and Rama muttered under her breath with a grimace. Falka didn’t need anyone to tell her that something was wrong. She was curious but at that moment, she was too afraid to ask.

Fortunately, Draco seemed eager to inform her of what was transpiring "It seems your people are eager to take their princess home or should I say fugitive?" Draco remarked in nonchalance.

Falka gasped in horror, her chest heaved heavily and a cold sweat dripped down her forehead as she relived the scene of them dragging her out and locking her up again.

"They would never forgive me for what I did. I killed a lot of their skilled guards, scorched them all to death." Falka mentioned out, her voice cracking under the weight of fear.

"Don’t be terrified, Ares wouldn’t let them see the light of day if they laid a finger on you anyway. You’re safe." Draco pointed out, but she wasn’t sure of whether to be relaxed or agitated by his words.

If more blood spilled, then there would undoubtedly be war between the two powerful kingdoms.

"It would be unwise for us to start war with them. Even though we are obviously going to win, a lot of our own innocent people will die and suffer. East Ravka is very resourceful when it comes to skilled warriors and mages, they are powerful." Rama uttered strictly.

"It would be unwise for them to start war with us. They wouldn’t step a foot into Voltaire before we wipe them off the face of the earth." Draco pointed out.

"We negotiate, give them an irresistible deal that they can’t turn down. You’re the devil’s son, aren’t you? It’s your specialty." Ares remarked.

"Yes, exactly but your father prefers a bloodbath to a deal." Rama snapped.

"Fine, we’ll cut a deal with them. Let’s go, the rest of you enjoy your dinner." Draco said casually as he rose from his seat, extending his hand to Rama as they proceeded to leave.

Ares followed after them, but then Draco halted when he saw that Falka was unmoving. "You’re coming too, little bird. After all, you’re the deal breaker."

Falka gulped softly before slowly rising up from her chair. Ares, noticing how edgy she was, offered his hand to her and she took it with a smile.

"There’s nothing to be afraid of, you won’t go back there." He promised and she nodded.

Walking down the dim hallways, her heart raced in her chest with every step she took. Ares could hear it, the heavy pounding of her heart against her ribcage.

Falka was powerful, strong but like every other being, powerful or not, she had a fear, one that traumatized her. A fear of being locked away and never seeing the light again.

Ares squeezed her hand tightly, comforting her and he felt her relax a bit. Finally, they arrived at the meeting Hall and she felt the urge to hide behind Ares, using him as a shield.

As they walked into the middle of the room, the sight of four men and three woman clad in cloaks seated in a cushion came into view. Immediately their gazes dropped on Falka, they flinched with disgust and resentment in their eyes.

"And what do I owe this unexpected visit from unexpected guests?" Draco said as he sat in a cushion, crossing one long leg over the other while Rama took a seat beside him.

Meanwhile, Falka stood beside Ares or rather hid behind his shadows.

"We are the council members of East Ravka and we are here to cause no trouble, but to inform you that your kingdom is housing a fugitive from our kingdom." One of the council members spoke.

"Is that so?" Draco breathed out.

"You opened your castle gates to a fugitive. She might look like an innocent child, but she is nothing of that sort, she killed her own mother in cold blood. She is a curse to be hidden from the world!" A female member spouted out.

"She has a name. It’s Falka." Ares chipped in and the council members attention was averted to the sinister clone of Draco.

"We ask that you return her for her rightful punishment to be served." A member spoke.

"Or else what? Ares very much likes her stay here and I won’t deprive my son of that, he’s old enough to make his own choices, all I do is support it." Draco remarked.

"It’s best you return her to us. She is an East Ravkan fugitive, she has no business in your kingdom." A member’s voice rose and Draco’s brows raised up.

"That’s the point you fail to see. She is no longer in your grounds and in my kingdom, she is no fugitive, she is my son’s betrothed." Draco stated with an unwavering confidence, leaving everyone taken aback and utterly speechless.

Ares was as well surprised, but he hid it under the guise of following up with his father’s unexpected but smart plan.

"She’s no longer an inhabitant or a fugitive of East Ravkan, she’s the betrothed to the prince of Voltaire. I suggest you think twice before making any unnecessary moves." Ares remarked.

"She is dangerous, you have no idea the evil she brings with her. It’s a curse that follows her everywhere she goes. We cannot let her leave East Ravkan and release her curse to the world, she needs to stay under our guidance like she has been over years." A member said, unyielding to agree.

"You mean to say imprisoned, I doubt she would like that." Ares remarked. frёewebnoѵēl.com

The council members scowled at their nonchalance "It’s not meant for a monster to like. Her existence is a mere threat to this world, but we have been working to come up with a potion that could..." Falka suddenly interrupted.

Falka hissed between gritted teeth "Get rid of me? Is that the potion my mother had been giving me all these years? Experimenting whether it would kill me but it didn’t. If I had stayed any longer then..." Falka trailed off, her fists clenching together in a tight ball.

"It was for your own good. You wanted freedom and it was the only way to give you that without causing harm to the rest of the world." A council member spouted out.

Rama scoffed "I’ve heard enough of your gibberish, Falka won’t be going anywhere with you sick people."

"Then we won’t have any other choice but to make you our enemy and I assure you it won’t end well." One of the members remarked.

Ares sighed softly "Was that a threat? You won’t be fighting against one devil but two and your spineless mages won’t certainly stand a chance."

The council members quivered in palpable fear, still, the thought of letting Falka go was almost an impossible feat to them.

"If you declare war, then East Ravka will certainly be a myth, so choose wisely. An extinction or an alliance?" Ares implied, his intimidating silver eyes ensnaring them under the weight of fear.

The council members exchanged glances before nodding as they came to a conclusion, as though they had the power of telepathy "Elaborate on this alliance of yours." One of the council members spoke.

"It will be an alliance of marriage between my son and Falka to seal the deal. Voltaire will offer any assistance East Ravka needs in any way and also protection. It will be an alliance of trust and loyalty, moreover, Falka will be kept an eye on, under our care. We have more powerful resources to keep her in control if we’re being honest rather than your spineless security." Draco stated out and although the council members were quite unhappy with the decision to let Falka live, they were pleased with the alliance.

"We accept, but in one condition." The council spoke.

"Speak."

"She is never to learn how to wield her powers, If she does, we will come for her." They stated out firmly.

"Like we said, she’s under our care from now on, she will learn how to wield her powers whether you like it or not. She deserves to know how and it’s not your choice to make." Rama added sharply.

"Her powers are chaotic and destructive." The council argued strongly.

"And so is mine and Ares, but do you see us burning the world down in flames? Besides, if she portrays as a threat in any way, you won’t have to remind me to do the necessary. I’m not very merciful as you know." Draco drawled in a lazy tone with a wicked glint in his eyes.

The council sighed as they contemplated on his words before saying "Do as you see fit then. When is the wedding, we would like to witness for ourselves as our alliance is sealed."

"Tomorrow midnight. You may stay till then." Draco said and without waiting for their reply, he took his wife and walked away, while Ares and Falka followed behind, not before he cast the council a murderous look.

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