Chapter 103: Spinning a tale for the princess
Chapter 103: Spinning a tale for the princess
A hint of surprise crossed my features, my expression betraying my astonishment at the enduring popularity of the tale of my heroism.
"Well, I must admit, I didn't realize my actions were quite so...memorable," I said, a modest shrug punctuating my words.
"I knew the story had spread far," I continued, my tone thoughtful, "but I am surprised that it is still a topic of conversation within the palace walls."
I could see the curiosity and excitement radiating from Princess Amelia's eyes, her desire for a firsthand account of the battle overwhelming her need for decorum.
"Tell me about it," she repeated, leaning forward slightly as if to capture every word that escaped my lips.
The corner of my mouth twitched upward in amusement as Princess Amelia's eagerness to hear the tale of my heroism became more and more apparent.
"You don't need to beg, Princess Amelia," I said, my tone light and teasing as I indulged her curiosity. "After all, it's not every day that a lowly guardsman like myself has the opportunity to regale a Princess with tales of his exploits."
My smirk broadened, my voice taking on the cadence of an epic tale as I spun my yarn.
"Alright then, Princess," I began, my gaze sweeping the area to ensure that we were still alone. "I'll tell you the story of how I closed the beast portal and saved the kingdom from certain doom."
I paused for dramatic effect, letting the words hang in the air for a moment before continuing.
As Princess Amelia leaned in, entranced by my words, I launched into the tale of my heroism, my voice weaving a tapestry of epic battle and desperate struggle.
"I had arrived at the battle late," I said, my voice growing low and intense as I set the scene. "The air was thick with smoke and the screams of the dying filled the air, piercing the darkness like daggers of fear."
I paused, my gaze searching the Princess's face for a reaction before continuing.
I then proceeded to tell her the rest of the story. Encouraged by Princess Amelia's rapt attention, I threw myself deeper into the tale, allowing my voice to rise and fall with the action as I embellished the events of that fateful day.
Then I struggled to get to my feet, the wound on both legs were deep and it felt like a thousand knives were in them when I stood.
It felt like ten thousand when I walked but I wanted to be the one to kill the beast titans, after all they injured me. I said.
As the Princess and her guards leaned forward, hanging on my every word, I continued, my voice growing more confident and vivid with each passing moment.
A wry smile played at the corners of my mouth as I continued, well aware that this embellished tale of my heroism would spread throughout the palace like a wildfire, fanning the flames of my legend in the minds of the nobles and servants alike.
"I stumbled over the beast titans and picked up the blade of the one who stabbed me. I slit his neck first".
I paused again, letting the tension build as I prepared to deliver the climax of the tale.
Princess Amelia's gasp of horror was music to my ears, her eyes widening as she hung on my every word.
"I slit the neck of the second one and then my friend and I figured how to shut the portal". And that was it. "I concluded".
Princess Amelia's sigh, laced with a dreamy longing, hung in the air between us, a wistful reminder of her own lack of magical prowess.
"To be a mage in such a battle," She mused, her voice growing soft and contemplative, "that would indeed be a sight to behold.
"I'm sure you will make a good mage." I said to her.
A smile bloomed on Princess Amelia's face, her eyes shining with a newfound sense of possibility. "You really think so?"
I held her gaze, my expression warm and encouraging as I nodded. "After all, magic is more than just spellcasting. It's about courage, about strength of character. And you, Princess Amelia, have that in abundance."
My voice lowered, my eyes twinkling with a playful mischievousness. "Of course, it wouldn't hurt to have a few spells at your disposal either, hmm?"
She giggled.
What element would you like to have? I asked her.
Amelia nodded, a smile playing on her lips as she revealed her choice.
"Water," she said, her voice soft and sure. "There's something about water that's so versatile and yet so powerful, don't you think? The way it can be gentle and soothing or fierce and destructive, depending on its mood."
Amelia's love for her brother Damon was clear, even if I had only witnessed the tip of the iceberg of their relationship.
It was apparent in the way she lit up when she spoke of him, the tenderness that lingered in her gaze.
I knew without being told that she chose water because of him.
My face contorted into an exaggerated expression of disgust as I shook my head in mock disapproval.
"Water is lame," I said, wrinkling my nose in an exaggerated gesture of contempt. "It's so...wet. And all that splashing? Not my thing."
Princess Amelia gasped in horror, her eyes wide with indignation at my mockery of her beloved element.
"No it's not!" she said, shaking her head vehemently.
A smirk played at the corner of my lips, my voice adopting a teasing tone as I pressed forward with my feigned disgust for water.
"Yeah, it is," I said, raising my eyebrows skeptically. "Water is just so...limp. Why can't you choose a cool element like air? Now that's power. Imagine being able to control the wind, to soar through the sky on gusts of air, or to whip up a tornado with the flick of your wrist."
The reason why I was disagreeing with her, winding her up was simple.
During conversations, most guys are usually eager to please, they will agree with everything the woman says so they can seem compatible.
However I knew better, most women see through that behavior.
Sometimes you had to disagree with her so she can be sure you're being your genuine self.
Besides, women love a wide range of emotions so it is better to let them experience both good and bad ones.