Archi stood before the palace with a sly smile plastered on his face.
"Here I co Oberon," he clenched his fists, and with a snap of his fingers, his face had taken another form.
He slung his bag over his shoulder, and proceeded to the huge gate that guarded the palace.
He pushed the gates open, and the guards who were at the sides rushed towards him with their weapons.
"Hands up!" One of them yelled at him.
He rolled his eyes, and gently dropped his bag on the ground, and raised his hands up.
"Who are you?"
"I request to see the king," he said calmly.
"What for? What do you want with him?"
He shrugged, "It is quite important though. I do not feel comfortable sharing it with you."
"Then we are not letting you through. Go back, get out from here."
He shook his head, "I am not leaving until I see him. You can not just chase out."
"I said you should leave!" A guard attempted to hit him with his sword, but Archi was quick to grab the sword, and took it from him. He used the butt of the sword to hit the guard who wanted to attack him, twice in his face, and his chest. He fell back groaning in pain.
The others gawked in surprise, "Let through, or I will make sure to finish you all here, and no one would be able to trace your remains."
The guards were too numb with shock to speak. The authority coming from this particular man was overwhelming, and their wolves could feel it.
"Let through," he said again, calm but dangerously.
Without saying anything else, a guard motioned for him to follow him.
Archi cleared his throat, and walked behind him into the Palace.
The guard took him to the throne room where Oberon would possibly be. He pushed the door open, revealing Oberon with his elders.
Oberon creased his brows growing annoyed, "What is this?" He growled.
The guard flinched in fear, and bowed his head. Archi walked forward while a sea of eyes stared back at him.
"Good day your majesty," he slightly bowed.
The elders gasped, and rose to thier feet, "What sort of disrespect is this young man?" Zephyr questioned.
Archi ignored his question, and walked towards the throne, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
There was sothing about this man, but Oberon could not just place it.
"Who are you young man?"
His smile widened, "I am Logan your majesty, and I have co from beyond the white mountains, to co here..."
"Why are you here?" Oberon asked as calmly as he could.
"To be a mber of your court," he bowed sarcastically.
Oberon squinted his eyes, and took so steps till he got to where he stood.
"Look at ."
Archi raised his head to look at him, and his heart almost failed. He clenched his fists trying so hard to remind himself why he was here. He had co for revenge, not to crave his father’s love.
"And you think you can just interrupt my eting all be cause you want to be a mber of my court?" He arched his brows.
"Yes your majesty," ca the sarcastic reply.
The elders looked on in shock. How could one posses such boldness?
He shrugged, "You will not regret it your majesty. I am not as bad as you see ."
Oberon slightly shook his head, "Who exactly are you?" He asked, his voice almost a whisper.
"I am Logan, nobody more, nobody less," he gritted his teeth.
Oberon scrutinized him, and sighed, "Hm, I will get back to you. You seem to be a very interesting young man," he turned on his heels, and walked back to the throne.
"I want an answer now your majesty. Why do I have to wait?" He groaned.
Roshan walked towards him, and grabbed his wrists, "You are talking with the Lycan king! How dare you disrespect him in this manner?" He asked, but Archi gently shook his hand off.
Oberon stopped in his tracks, and turned around to face him.
Zephyr ca to et them, "We beg your pardon your majesty, we will take him away from here, and stop all these."
Oberon shook his head, and held his hand up, "Let him be. I want us to be left alone," he intoned.
"Your majesty.."
"Leave," he said firmly.
The elders nodded, and left the throne room, leaving them.to themselves.
"Logan is the na right?"
"Yes.. your majesty," he sighed.
"Why do I feel you are here because of sothing else?"
Archi could feel his wolf rave angrily inside him. He was being tempted to just tear him open right to there, and then, but of course he had to play his cards well.
"Trust when I say I ca here because of I want to work here. I have just what you would want in a guard.. you can not deny that your majesty.. can you?"
He took so steps backwards, still giving him a scrutinizing look, "Hmm. You have the spirit of soone else.." he looked away, "It feels as though I am around my son."
Archi’s heart skipped several beats. How was he so close at guessing?
"Logan, you do not seem to be a mber of this pack. You are not from this pack, are you?"
"No."
"Maybe that explains your fierce wolf," he remarked.
"Exactly your majesty, plus, I am quite different from other ogas.."
Oberon whipped his head in his direction, "Oga? You.. an Oga? How is that possible?"
Damn it! He had ssed up! He cursed.
"I am sorry, that was a slip of my tongue. I am an Alpha who requests to be of humble service to a Lycan master."
"Hmm. You sure do posses a daring wolf, you would be of good help in the palace."
His eyes lit up with a sense of victory, "But..." But? Why was there a but attached?
"I would have to watch you first. You seem much more than you claim, I do not want any threats along the way. You may leave."
Archi nodded, and headed towards the door, rage gnawing at his heart.
"Trust , I am coming for you," he muttered.
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