Rodger stands in total silence as the fires around him are put out and damage reversed by the four he had crossed the Veil with.
All the years he’d known Prince Fernando as a friend and loyal servant, never had Rodger suspected that the Prince of Rosa was gay in nature or that he would have bonded to someone from the other side. The idea of both made his skin crawl to some degree, but none as much as the latter. He shudders at the thought of telling the King and Queen both new facts he had stumbled upon but knew that it had to be done.
“Did anyone manage to place a tracker on either of them?” Rodger says, as his eyes stay fixed on the spot Fernando and his unsavory mate once stood.
“I managed to, Commander,” Stella says as she confronts him. “Just barely, but I was able to place one on the savage.”
“Exhalent,” Rodger says, taking in Stella. She was a woman of blonde hair and pale skin, roots of an immigrant to Rosa Providence from somewhere across the Atlantic.
Before they had left Rosa, the Queen had given them one vile of her blood in order to track her son. Even though he had evaded them, they were able to place a tracker upon his mate. There was no way that Fernando would ever leave the side of his mate, especially one just now coming into their powers through the tither they shared.
From the folds of his cloak, Rodger brought out an ink bottle, quill, and parchment.
Rodger focuses as he holds the ink bottle in his palm for the quill dip in. In haste the quill scratches away in midair on the floating parchment paper, taking down his message for the King and Queen.
When the message is done, Rodger reads over it quickly to make sure all is in order. When he is satisfied, he takes out a coin etched with a crown on one side with the motto “there is no pleasure without pain” and the other side with a single rose bud.
“Delivery for King Alejandro and Queen Maria of Rosa,” Rodger speaks loud and clearly. The coin slips from his fingers, whips through the air, and disappears with a loud pop. A second later a glass bottle materializes, the parchment rolls itself up, slides into the bottle, and a cork pops into place just before it vanishes with a pop similar to the first pop.
“We’ll head back to our ship,” Rodger tells his comrades. “We will watch the tracker Stella placed until it stops moving, and we will bring home our prince and his savage. Is that agreed upon?”
“Agreed,” the other four say in unison.
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