The King's Gamma (Previously The King's Beta)

Thirty Three

The arena was packed to the brink, the crowds anxious to see the new mage who had killed an ogre but spared others. I was standing below behind the gates, clothed in my leather armor again.

I sat peeling an apple with care, eating the sweetly sour green skin as it gave way from the flesh inside.

The crowds seemed to fall more and more silent as my name was called over and over.

'Marcenia.' Felix's voice rang into my mind.

'I am not deaf. I hear them.'

'Your kin are glaring at us.'

I smiled. 'Is Ahman still pissed that you deflowered his precious descendant?'

'You know I mean the Draconians.'

'Fine.'

I stood up and walked out to the arena where I was watched with bated breath. My opponents were from the bear clan this time. Six of them, shifted into bears the size of a minibus each.

They varied in shades of brown and grey, my eyes shifted from one to the other, noting the familial ties between the massive bears. They were two brothers and their sons. I pushed deeper, entering their minds to find something that surprised me. Their minds were in the firm grasp of a contractual spell, binding them to an allegiance. There was no tangible hostility from them, just their obligation to their master to win for whoever it was. This did not make them any less dangerous, though. I smirked at the bears, my eyes zoning in on the thin threads of contractual obligation tying them to an unknown master.

I moved to the side slightly, my eyes following the line to where it stopped at a fat lord who watched with dissatisfaction.

Though I wanted to satisfy the bloodlust of the crowds, my body was still in a languid state, almost as though a spell of mild paralysis was cast over me. I looked to the cause. Though I had enjoyed the overwhelming bouts of lust filled hours, my body was not used to this kind of rigorous activity.

"I am not about to fight beasts under someone else's control."

I waved a hand out, a slash of wind pulsing forward with rapid speed and cutting the strings of control that the fat lord had over them. I watched as they moved, some merely blinking, others shaking their heads as their heads cleared.

However, in the next moment a massive portal appeared right above me. And my nightmare showed up. Gaelik and Gem dropped down into the arena, followed by the demon King, two guards and a young man.

The draconians all immediately neared the guests and I took a slow step back, attempting to appear inconspicuous.

'Do you know them?' I heard Felix's voice, and this caught Gem's attention, who was looking right at Felix.

"Master Gaelik!" Hegan immediately neared Gaelik with a strange fervor.

I took another step back, closer to the nearest exit.

"We came for Marcenia. The Demon King has interest in making her one of his children, either by marriage or by adoption. It all depends on if the prince likes her."

I took another step back just as Gem's eyes turned to me.

I turned and ran, jumping through the air to escape. Before they could catch me, I wished to escape. Freedom was within my clutches, and yet just as I was about to escape, a hand clutched onto my armor and held me captive.

We teleported right back to where they were speaking of me.

"On the day that we returned she ran off and dis..."