The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 133. The feubetes.

Chapter 133: 133. The feubetes.

"Princess, are we really going to sit here like this for the rest of the day? It has been far over two hours now." Neriah pointed out. It was vexing, sitting across her annoying sister-in-law.

Neriah wondered why they both did not like each other. Apart from the fact that she already hated tragonians before even meeting them, and the fact that Rakima also held the same hostility toward elves, apart from those factors... what exactly made them dislike each other.

"Well we will not have to sit here if you would apologize for what you had said and done. I am more benevolent than you would expect." Rakima shrugged and Neriah scoffed so loudly that it irked Rakima.

"Apologize? Me? To you? For what exactly?" Neriah asked with her hands dramatically lifted up in the air and Rakima gritted her teeth as she stared at her brother’s wife.

"You insulted not just me but the entire Trago Kingdom! You should apologize for what you did that day!" Rakima slapped her hand on the table causing their empty tea cups to clatter mildly. Her eyes were bloodshot red and her fingers clenched into a tight fist as she spoke.

"You forget, princess, that you are the one who had spoken ill of me first. What would you have had me do? That I keep quiet like a fool and listen to your insults whilst they piled up like an anthill?" Neriah scoffed. "You called me dumb, you should have expected whatever was to come when you had the guts to insult me."

"I merely called you dumb, that is like a simple, moderate, kind insult to a person!" Rakima retorted.

"Are you joking with me right now?" Neriah stared at her sister incredulously. And insult was an insult, since when did insults have grades?! What exactly was a simple, moderate, kind insult?!

Suddenly some words popped in her head, ’decent barbarians’ and she chuckled inwardly. That was how her father had described them when she had refused to marry. He said they were barbarians but decent barbarians. Just like Rakima’s words made no sense, her father’s words too at the time he had spoken them made no sense.

But as she had coke to stay with them, the so-called barbarians, she could not deny the fact that ’indeed, barbarians they may be, but they are decent barbarians.’ and if she was being utterly truthful, they were not barbaric.

At least she had yet to witness anything that would count as such. And more importantly, according to Barak, they had never partaken in any of such brutality as she had heard. Once again she wondered, was everything really a lie?

"It is a fact! What is dumb compared to filthy, good for nothing, weasel-looking trash-like creature? Huh?! Does dumb even come close to that?!" Rakima screamed and rose to her feet slamming both her hands on the table, causing their empty cups to shake and clatter yet again much more than it had done the first time.

Neriah broke a tiny sweat at her forehead that then ran down her side. She had no idea the woman still remembered it all! How did she memorize every word?!

"And was that all you had said? Of course not, you went on and even called me a disgusting barbarian, bloody savage and claimed I have dirty blood running through my veins! How! How in the world can you compare that to merely calling you dumb?!" she shouted. Oh she was so very vexed and she moved away from the table, taking about five steps backward away from Neriah and the table.

Neriah rolled her eyes as she stared at her. Who would have known that the lady would hold the matter in her heart all this time? Keeping every word that Neriah had completely forgotten she even said, she was visibly still angered by it.

Neriah could tell that they were both going to be there for a very long time because it was clear that neither of them was willing to apologize to the other.

...

"Your highness, you sent for me?" Commander Regina said as she walked into the office that had lost most of its roof and ceilings to the attack of the orcs. Her armor and uniform was sullied... Stained with black blood from the orcs that she had slain. There was dried blood all over her face, so much so that it had merged into the color of her skin. And the man whom she spoke with had no better appearance.

"Yes commander Regina," Barak lifted. His curly hair was packed in a short bun, his eyes were red and tired, and his skin had darkened. Down to his fingertips were stained with dirt and black blood.

"How are the men holding up?" He asked.

"As of now Your Highness, we have forty wounded, three dead and a hundred and seven still standing." She briefed him and he nodded.

"I see... And how is the search for the captured people going?" He asked.

"Since this is Commander Titus’ territory, he is in charge of the search and he is on their tail." Regina said.

"We are close to getting rid of all the orcs, we just need to find the captured people and rescue them."

"We would have been done by now if only they did not have the Feubetes." Regina sighed and Barak nodded as he thought of the bests.

Orcs were huge creatures, standing at a full height of 10 feet. They would have been hard to defeat but the truth was that they were not. And that was because they were one of the dumbest creatures to ever exist. They were only ever concerned of smashing and breaking things so getting rid of them would have been easy.

That was what Barak thought when he had gotten the report of the attack. But what the report had not fully stated was that the orcs were riding on Feubetes. The Feubetes were creatures that looked like 15 feet tall giant spiders with the head of a bird and they breathed fire.

And in contrast to their riders, the feubetes were smart creatures... The knights were fighting fire with fire. Fighting both in their dragon forms and human forms.

If it were just the orcs, there would have been no need to change into their human forms, except they wanted to actually just end the fight in one blow, but with those ghastly earth crawlers called Feubetes, things became more difficult and annoying.

But still, it was fortunate that the Feubetes were just about fifty and no more. If they were in hundreds as the orcs were. The fight would have dragged on for much longer.

But they were close, Barak could sense it. The battle was almost over.

"But Your Highness," Regina called.

"Yes?"

"Do you not think it seems odd?" Regina asked.

"What does?" Barak asked as he opened a small bottle of water that rested at his side and gulped down the content.

"There have been invasions like this over the centuries, with the orcs foolishly raiding different parts of Trago once in a while..."

"But there have never had the Feubetes with them." Barak said and Regina nodded.

"Aye." She nodded again. "It is rather strange. These creatures are known to never attack first. So it is surprising that they have been tamed and are being used as war horses and by none other than the orcs..." She paused and moved closer to him, and said in a lower and serious tone "Bar, the orcs are one of the dumbest beasts to walk this earth."

He let out a low tired chuckle. "You know that too. They might even be the dumbest. They are so big and yet they have no brain, which is why it is very unbelievable that these same dumb creatures were able to tame a bunch of Feubetes and ride them!" She pointed and Barak nodded in agreement.

"To be honest, I have been thinking the same thing. This invasion was sudden."

"Well it is not as though an invitation would be sent before an invasion." Regina joked and they both laughed.

"Aye, but as you have rightfully said, something feels deeply wrong about all this. I also think that all the orcs in the world put together would not be smart enough to train or tame even one Feubete, more or less fifty of them." He sat himself down on a broken wall as he stared out at the fighting that was still ongoing below.

"And that leaves me with one conclusion..."

Regina took a step closer to him and stared out at the ongoing battle, "I wonder if your conclusion aligns with mine, Your Highness."

"And what is your conclusion?"

"That someone somewhere, someone smarter than orcs and stronger than Feubetes is behind their taming." She said.

Barak nodded and hummed, "Indeed. Our conclusions align." He smiled.

"But not completely..." He said as he rose to his feet yet again.

"What if someone did not just tame them, but is actually controlling them even as we speak?" He asked with a title of his head.

"W_what brought you to that conclusion?"

"Their eyes... They are green... The eyes of Feubetes are not green. They are brown."

"Wow, to think I did not even take note of that." Regina said and Barak shrugged and let out his wings. "So are you thinking..."

"That is right, black magic." He nodded and lifted himself off the ground, floating in the air. "Come on Regina, let us finish this in time. I have a wife to return to." He said and then muttered to himself, "Only the gods know what she has been up to."

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