The Sky King’s single son.... with an entire squad of wyvern riders beside him. This was bad.
“Prince Wuthor, I refuse to go alongside you or any of your minions. If you try and use force to subdue us, then I’d much rather kill myself here than go with you.” Mary declared, brandishing his rapier, pointing it towards the band of wyvern riders.
“Hm, yes that would be quite the bad occurrence. The look in your eye tells me you are not bluffing either, very well then. Men stand down, me and our dear maiden will have a royal parley.” Wuthor ordered to his men, his riders immediately lowering their weapons, pulling back their wyverns until they were a fair distance away from the Issac and Mary.
The two watched as Wuthor beckoned his wyvern, Cloudy down. Landing in front of them, Cloudy’s mighty wings causing powerful gusts of wind to hit them, Mary had to clutch onto Issac’s solid frame to prevent herself from being blown away, and even Issac with his heavy body had to struggle to stand firm.
This wyvern was simply landing and yet a couple flaps of it’s wings were enough to disorient him. And Wuthor wanted to do some sort of parley... he ordered his guards to stand down, but the power balance here was quite clear, Issac suspected this “parley” was more for appearances more than for any actual attempt at compromising.
Wuthor dismounted from Cloudy, never taking his eyes off Mary.
“Now dear Mary, please explain to me why you seek to disobey our King would you not?”
“Wuthor stop with your games, we both know that me and the Sky King share quite opposing views when it comes to monarchy.” Mary replied, her voice dripping with venom.
“Yes, I suppose it was a redundant question. Well Mary, I shall tell you blunty then, my father is quite a demanding figure, he wishes me to bring to return you to him at all costs. There is no way that I can go against his royal command Mary, as both his son and one of his royal generals, I simply cannot. All I can do however, is sweeten the deal per say.” Wuthor offered.
“And how would you do that?” Issac asked, readying himself for any sudden movement Wuthor might make.
Wuthor did not even acknowledge Issac’s question.
“Mary if you come with me willingly, I can attempt to help you. You see our King’s rule as cruel, I see it as a beacon of order in a world full of chaos, but there is no reason why we must stick to extremes. If you obey the King, overtime I can guarantee that we could change his policies, create a kingdom more to your liking.” Wuthor said, with genuine honesty in his voice.
“Oh? So tell me, how do you plan on convincing your father to stop using every cloud woman once they mature for his savage pleasures hm? Answer me that Wuthor.”
There was a long silence, for a moment Issac even thought Wuthor had suddenly died standing.
“That is impossible, but Mary we both know that the King does not use the women simply to sate his carnal desires, I do find it quite strange myself, but there is a deeper purpose to all of his actions, we both know the real reason why he does it. So please, stop with the games yourself Mary.”
Issac gave a look towards Mary. So there was another secret Mary was hiding from him as well. How fun...
“Wuthor we both know we are at an impasse here, there is nothing you can do to convince me to willingly go with you, and there is nothing I can do to convince you to let us go.”
Wuthor sighed. “Please now Mary, although it may seem like I have the upper hand here, I am legitimately attempting to bring compromise here. You are right, I suppose this entire exchange is quite a waste of time. But, I will try one more time to be civil before I resort to violence.”
Wuthor, took off his helmet, placing it on the saddle of his cloud wyvern.
The prince was quite large, even taller than Issac, he towered over Mary yet Mary did not stand down or avert her gaze.
“Mary, I bring you one last option for peace...” Wuthor stated, moving down to rest on one armored knee. Even while kneeling he was still quite a bit taller than Mary. He looked into Mary’s eyes and with a small chuckle, he said four simple words.
“Mary... please marry me.”
Issac was taken aback and Mary gave a face full of disgust and revulsion.