Soon the young seamstress appeared, surrounded by needles and fabric. She was shocked, stopping in her tracks as she recognized the famous couple that had just stepped into her small shop. Her expression though was not the usual. She frowned immediately and her eyes turned cold.


    "I will not be able to help you." she told them with hatred spilling from her tongue.


    This woman obviously did not seem to like them. Allias tilted his head to the side, ignoring Theseus upcoming anger and asked with a composed tone, as he was filled with curiosity.


    "Why is that? Did we do something wrong or offended you in a way?" he asked her and the woman instantly locked eyes with the general.


    "I will not be of any help to the destroyer of our Tribe." She said and the king easily realized she meant Theseus. The white haired man looked at her back, as if he didn''t care about what she just said. He took Allias'' hand in his and said.


    "Let''s go. We can find someone else."


    "No wait." Allias said and stopped the general. Allias knew that this expression was simply a mask, a means of showing that he didn''t mind. The truth though was that he cared and it pained him deeply. "I''m sorry if I sound somewhat intrusive but please tell me why you wouldn''t want us as your customers?" He asked her. The woman did not seem to hate Allias, she was just very wary of him. He was her king after all and everyone knew that Theseus was his lover. Not many people would have the courage to insult him in that way in front of him.


    "When you died my king, he didn''t do anything. He left us to starve and didn''t care at all about us. He simply spent his days in the palace enjoying your riches. He was a disgrace of a king and ruined your name." The woman said, her voice loud and clear as if she didn''t mind at all that either of the two men could simply snap their fingers and kill her.


    " I see, that must have been very disappointing to you. But believe me he did not enjoy my riches nor was it that he did not care. Theseus was not meant to be king, he wasn''t trained for it, I was and for my lack of presence I trully am sorry. I apologize." Allias said and Theseus started at him with wide eyes, the same gaze mimicked the woman. Stunned by his words and by the bow of his head, he was so respectful, his way of speaking so refined and his voice soft and soothing filled with confidence.


    "My king no I did not mean...."


    "It''s alright. But believe me Theseus is very kind and caring, for all of his people. Seeing other elves insult him like this does sadden me. He kept you alive through the harsh winter did he not? Secured our location, kept the demons out. I do think that he did a lot more than you realize. Well, thank you for letting me know. We will find someone else. Have a nice day." He told her with a bright smile and exited the shop as if nothing had happened. Theseus followed him, looking at the seamstress one more time. She was standing there, looking at the door and hearing the rythmic chime. He closed the door behind him and found himself being looked at by his lover.


    "That bitch really." He said with a frown and Theseus giggled.


    "That''s quite a change in attitude." Theseus commented with a smirk and the king shrugged his shoulders.


    "Come let''s go. I won''t have my mood ruined because of her." Allias said and they started walking in the main road again. The word had already spread that the king had visited the village by now. They received a lot of stares, some of them filled with excitement and other curious. No one bothered them though, they kept their distance as if Allias was something they couldn''t approach, shielded by some kind of force. They spotted another shop, it was close to the main square and Allias looked at the pretty fountain in the middle. Carriages were passing by in a circular motion, horse galloping rhythmically.


    The easygoing pace of the quiet moment though was instantly ruined by an unexpected event. There was a loud scream flowing in the air. It reached Allias'' pointy ears from behind and both of them turned around.


    "My son!" The seamstress from before yelled and their eyes once more landed at the square, in the exact spot she was looking at.


    Indeed there was a young boy in the square, around seven years old. He was sitting down, on the paved ground. He was crying and his knee seemed to be scrapped. Some blood was taintig the fare skin. The problem though was not the boy''s simple fall. It was the fact that he had crushed right in the middle of traffic. Many people had tried to help but scared to be hit by the enormous horses they had all stepped back. The mother was in the verge of tears as she was running towards her little boy. He was facing an upcoming carriage with two horses. Theseus looked at his king.


    "Go," he simply ordered him and the shadowcaster disappeared. The next second he reappeared right next to the boy. He grabbed him and turned into thick smoke once again before he faced his mother.


    "Here" he told her in his usual cold tone and passed her her child. The boy had stopped crying now, he was clinging onto his mother''s embrace and looking at the general with stars in his eyes. Allias giggled with his expression. The white haired man noticed that Theseus was trying to avoid his eyes. He was feeling uncomfortable, he realized and he had to bit his bottom lip so he wouldn''t laugh. "He is fine." Theseus stated the obvious.


    "I...thank you." The woman said looking at the floor.


    "Theseus come on, we are busy." Allias called out to him and the general instantly turned around. The woman grabbed his sleeve, stopping him.


    "You can come at my shop. I will help you."


    "We are fine " Theseus said when the boy grabbed him. His hands were so little compared to his, barely managing to reach him and touch his shirt.


    "Come to the shop please." He told him and the general sighed.


    "Let''s go then" Allias said happily. And took Theseus'' hand in his. They returned back to the shop were the lady told them to sit one of her couches. She asked them a few questions about what they were looking for and after Allias'' answered she disappeared into a back door. They were left alone with the child.


    "Thank you" the child said. He was sitting on the counter, at the entrance and was tangling his feet back and forth. His eyes were a very beautiful dark blue color while he had a little scar on his chin, from probably some kind of fall during playtime. Allias couldn''t help but smile.


    "What''s your name?" He asked the kid. The boy did not answer though. He just stared at Allias for a second before he announced in a very serious tone.


    "You can''t be the king." He said.


    "And why is that?" Allias asked him intrigued.


    "You''re too pretty to be the king. King''s have scars from battle." He said and the elf laughed. He looked at Theseus happily.


    "I have scars too you know. It''s just that you can''t see them." He revealed. The little elf jumped down, excited.


    "Where, where?" He asked.


    "You can''t ask people things like that." Theseus told him and stared at him strictly.


    "Why?" The little boy asked with a frown.


    "If you tell me your name I will show you." Allias said with a smile.


    "My name is Pior." He told him. "Now show me!" He exclaimed with a clap.


    Allias nodded and slowly began undoing his shirt. Theseus looked at him surprised.


    "Are you really going to show him?"


    "Why not?" Allias asked and took off his shirt. He turned his back on him. Showing him his scars. Onhis whole back, on his ripped arms and abdoment. Almost every piece of his body was marked and those were new ones he had acquired his previous scars were even worse, considering his imprisonment.


    "Wow" Pior said loudly. "Wait you don''t have a hand!" He said. "You are a king! You can fight!" He said and Allias laughed. Before the king could say anything the seamstress returned and and gasped from the door.


    "Pior what did you do?" She asked him, as she held many piles of fabric.


    "Nothing" the boy said. "Bye king and other king!" He told them as he ran away trying to escape his mother''s scolding.


    "I''m sorry about that."


    "It''s nothing really." Allias said. The woman turned her back on the for a second and the king took the chance to wear his clothes. He looked at his lover. "I want one." He whispered and Theseus raised an eyebrow.


    "A shop, a pile of fabric?"


    "A child. I want a child." Allias said.


    "This is not the time for children Allias." Theseus scolded him and the king gifted him a pout in return.