As he walked down the dimly lit hallway, Narim appeared beside him.
“What happened in there?” Narim asked, his voice thick with concern.
“Nothing out of the ordinary. Just pissed off the queen a little.” Darian replied, his hand subconsciously touching his lips, still tingling from the memory of the recent kiss
“Be careful not to make our queen angry. She’s called Nymira the Warrior for a reason,” Narim warned with serious tone. “Young women from Wooded Mountains are trained to defend themselves and fight. They make excellent merchants and warriors, but few become wives of kings. There was one occasion when a spy infiltrated our castle and disguised himself as a guard. He intended to kill the queen but was met with fierce resistance. Needless to say, he didn’t leave her chambers alive. Listen, Darian. You’re a good kid. But you need to start thinking before you act. And you need to learn to control your impulses. If you don’t, you’re going to end up doing something you regret.”
“May I ask what happened to the spy?” Darian inquired.
“You may, but I won’t answer,” Narim replied, a faint smile playing on his lips. “The queen doesn’t like to speak of it.”
He had always known that his mother was a formidable warrior, but he had never heard of this particular incident before. He wondered what other secrets lay hidden in her past, and if he would ever uncover them.
“Remember, queen belongs only to the king. Everyone knows it” Narim concluded.
“We’ll see,” Darian thought to himself.
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