Ximon's face remained placidly friendly despite his minor irritation. He had expected a lack of manners--the combination of the man's species, position, and bereavement was guaranteed to make him absolutely unbearable to be around. Fortunately for his highness, Ximon had genuinely liked the queen, and did not one bit care for her brother's politics.
The important thing was that he wasn't being written off altogether--a genuine concern when one came bearing news like "the queen was assassinated, actually." Although even if his highness hadn't believed him now, he probably would have once the news began hitting all major media outlets.
"Of course, your highness," Ximon said, all deference and an apologetic tone. He would not bother informing the man of his time spent by the late queen's grave. It would seem performative. And also, his anger and grief had been too genuine for him to feel comfortable sharing, in any case. He followed out of arm's reach of the king--respect, and also for the comfort of any hidden guards watching from a distance, which there certainly had to be.
"I know it sounds madness to speak," he said, a quiet voice infused with just enough magic to carry to the king's ears, and his alone--an elf trick. "It's common knowledge the queen's death was caused by anaphylaxis, an allergic reaction to a bee's sting. But it seems so unlikely, does it not? You knew the queen better than anyone. Was she not meticulously careful around the insects?"
His feet crunched softly against the dying leaves on the ground--a courtesy to the human ears nearby. They could be so unsettled by silence. "I have proof the anaphylactic reaction was faked," he informed the king firmly. "And further evidence--though I will admit, less concrete--that implicates her own brother, Elliot Wilder, in the deed. No great surprise, perhaps, as he now moves against you for the throne.
"I can show you the evidence now, if you wish. But a patriot's duty has already been done. Tomorrow, the world will know what was discovered. But I thought, perhaps..." He paused, as if thinking of the best words, though he already knew them. "You would prefer hearing the news first, and not being caught off guard in the morning. A chance, at the very least, to speak with your family, so they might be more prepared for the inevitable chaos."
The important thing was that he wasn't being written off altogether--a genuine concern when one came bearing news like "the queen was assassinated, actually." Although even if his highness hadn't believed him now, he probably would have once the news began hitting all major media outlets.
"Of course, your highness," Ximon said, all deference and an apologetic tone. He would not bother informing the man of his time spent by the late queen's grave. It would seem performative. And also, his anger and grief had been too genuine for him to feel comfortable sharing, in any case. He followed out of arm's reach of the king--respect, and also for the comfort of any hidden guards watching from a distance, which there certainly had to be.
"I know it sounds madness to speak," he said, a quiet voice infused with just enough magic to carry to the king's ears, and his alone--an elf trick. "It's common knowledge the queen's death was caused by anaphylaxis, an allergic reaction to a bee's sting. But it seems so unlikely, does it not? You knew the queen better than anyone. Was she not meticulously careful around the insects?"
His feet crunched softly against the dying leaves on the ground--a courtesy to the human ears nearby. They could be so unsettled by silence. "I have proof the anaphylactic reaction was faked," he informed the king firmly. "And further evidence--though I will admit, less concrete--that implicates her own brother, Elliot Wilder, in the deed. No great surprise, perhaps, as he now moves against you for the throne.
"I can show you the evidence now, if you wish. But a patriot's duty has already been done. Tomorrow, the world will know what was discovered. But I thought, perhaps..." He paused, as if thinking of the best words, though he already knew them. "You would prefer hearing the news first, and not being caught off guard in the morning. A chance, at the very least, to speak with your family, so they might be more prepared for the inevitable chaos."
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