Theseus'' life tended to be very chaotic. For many years now he had learned to live in a constant rush, a constant struggle to simply be on time, fix everything and do it right. The general had always a very clear view of the King''s back. Broad and tanned, most of the times dressed in white and he loved the way his muscles flexed every time he was angry or annoyed. He always stood behind him as the law ordered and observed him, wait for the doors to close and for them to be alone so he could take a few steps forward and see his handsome face.
After many years Allias had grown taller, stronger and his back had gotten filled with scars. White lined spreading on his smooth skin showing very obviously the torturous times he had to go through. Theseus once loved to watched his back, know that he was right there in front of him but now when his eyes landed on the scars that peeked from his short sleeves or the collar of his shirts his heart felt heavy. Again as he followed him, a very upset king rushing through the halls, following the sounds of distressed he saw them. The whip marks, the claw marks and all the rest that signaled the pain of his battles. He sighed but he didn''t say anything, what could he tell him after all to fix this? Those scars would never heal, they would never leave his body now and forever they would be a reminder of how Theseus had failed to be his shield. Instead he was always shielded.
The courters that were used for the visitors were very beautiful and when the general was young he would find himself many times sneaking in the empty mansions. They were a few of them, spacious with many windows they had a wide view of the gardens. They were made by small rooms that were connected in a circular shape while I''m the middle a house lounge was set up with couches, tables, bookshelves for the guests to entertain themselves. There was even a bar in case they wanted something to drink. The colors were neutral in comparison with the darkness of the rest of the palace. While where Theseus lived the walls were dark, many times of purple, dark red and dark green rulled together with a deep black here the couches were white with golden details. Fluffy cushions and light colored tables, sugary and shiny. Cute golden lamps and beige curtains. It reminded him of Allias'' home and soon he made the connection. They were maid for Avgee elves, for when they visited. Their people did not have any other visitors for many years after all.
The general loved the light, how bright the sun seemed to be in these rooms and he realized he had always been attracted to the pureness of the golden light. That was why he had fallen for Allias so easily. He was so different from his own darkness, his clouded sky.
The king busted the door open finding himself in front of a very angering scene.
The whole place had been trashed, the fluffy cushions ripped, their feathers either flying in the air or laying dead on the ground. A few of the noble elf guests were pushed in the corners of the room, hiding one behind the other while Alexander, in his wolf form stood in the middle growling. Luke was standing in front of him, calling his name and trying to calm him down. He had his arms raised in the air, in an attempt to show him he was friendly. Allias scoffed, he was not planning to be friendly. He looked around once more. This time he also spotted Mikael, standing in another corner further away and shielding the human girl he had brought here with his body. Traumatizing, the king though as he looked into her eyes. The poor girl was shaking.
"He is drroling on my carpet" Allias said and stared at Alexander and Luke. The moment the wolf noticed him he turned his huge head tot the side, he growled loudly, scratching the carpet with his nails. "He scratched my carpet." Allias stated with an angered expression.
"Well no shit, don''t provoke him any longer. Can''t you bring Mark?" Luke whispered.
Allias raised his eyebrow and stared right into Alexander''s eyes. The wolf began to feel threatened. He took a few steps back and the king recognized the fact that he was preparing to attack. In the few seconds that he had he turned to Luke
"Please move to the side " he told him with a bright smile and Luke''s eyes widened.
"Are you...sure?".he asked him, his grey eyes landing on his missing arm and Allias laughed. With his other hand he signaled Luke to move and stood in front of Alexander with no obstacles this time. The moment Luke freed his path Alexander jumped forward, going straight for Allias'' neck. He didn''t reach him and as he found himself in the air with his enormous body a loud whine was heard afterwards.
The king had grabbed him. He had actuly managed with just one arm to grab him by the neck which was thick with fur and stop him. The wolf wiggled, getting suffocated and Luke took a step forward, wanting to stop Allias.
"If you come one step closer I am going to fucking destroy you both." He threatened him.
"Theseus open the window" Allias commanded and the general obeyed. He walked towards it and opened it, a cold breeze entering the room and Allias walked outside. He was still holding Alexander but now was dragging him by the back of his neck. The wolf was bitting the air, clawing at nothing trying to get away but to Allias it almost seemed like he was holding a puppy. "Turn back." Allias told him. "You won''t?" He asked, his voice angy and cold. "Turn back" he shouted and literally threw Alexander onto a tree. The wolf landed with it''s back on it, crying with the impact and slowly he returned to his human form. Luke ran outside, taking off his shirt and giving it to him to cover his naked body. After the young boy was dressed the king approached them, looking at them from above
"This needs to be fixed. And you owe me a carpet."
"I am sorry" Alexander said, remorse in his kind eyes.
"What triggered this anyways?" He asked.
"A girl, she, well..." Alexander said, stuttering
"A girl hit on me" Luke said with a sigh and rubbed his eyes. "We want to fix this. All this time we have been trying but nothing seems to work. His emotional state is getting worse and worse and the changes get trigger more often now. We are desperate. That''s why we need Mark" Luke explained.
Everyone was desperate, all the time. Someone, somewhere had to have a problem and they would have to go to him and ask for help, as if he didn''t have enough problems of his own. He turned his back on the wolves, his eyes landing on the elves that were still terrified on the lounge and he took a deep breath. While he talked with the wolves his face had been in a frown but as if he had been given a mask in a second he changed. He was smiling, his walk confident as he entered the trashed room.
"Well, this has been an unfortunate event." He told them as he smiled charmingly at them. "I am very sorry and I understand that this must have been quite scary for you. We will have each of you a new room in the main palace and please do accept the gifts we will offer you as an apology." He told them. "The danger is over and you are all safe now. Believe me I would never let my people get hurt." He said and noticed that some of them were starting to relax. They moved away from the corners and that was when Allias'' expression changed once more. He turned strict and his eyes were ruthless and he looked each and one of them. "But if I hear that any of you spoke of this I will make sure to harm you myself am I clear?" He asked them his smile returning the minute he finished his sentence. "Obviously he did not expect to hear an answer. Everyone was frozen, even more scared of their own king who had grabbed the beast by one hand rather than the wolf. "Now, rest we have a wedding later and a feast." He said clapping his hands and walked once more outside. The wolves were in the same position as before, sitting on the green grass, Alexander wearing a very depressed expression.
"Come on, we''re going to see Mark, right now." He told them and Luke looked at him relieved.
"Thank you Allias, really."