Sebastian bypassed him and stopped in front of the northerner, who was looking at the advisor carefully and coldly, it seems that only two people in this room could make his gaze light up - one of them immeasurably longing to possess, and the other - a fierce jealousy, which instantly captured the whole being of Prince Eric. Without waiting to be reminded, the heir to the Central Lands hit the cup seven times, Shaw, getting a piece of paper from the hands of the prince, read the riddle immediately.
- You can call him Oskalom,
Or a dragon's back,
Can't bypass it or even it out,
But you're ready to submit to the strongest.
- The mountains, - the northerner answered barely having listened, and everyone at once have turned their sight to a flame of a cup - it remained serenely blue.
- That's right," Sebastian smiled, but his smile reminded him of the splinter he had just read about, and Lenscherre was pleased with that reaction.
The king's advisor strongly disliked him, it was something intuitive and inexplicable, at the level of feeling, it seems to be impossible to treat this way, but seeing this man next to Prince Charles, the northerner wanted to grab on to his sword. There was something in the black clothes of a close friend of the royal family that made Prince Eric clench his teeth harder so as not to say anything out loud.
Meanwhile, Sebastian himself took out the second riddle from the cup, unfolded the leaf and, having thrown a short glance at the northerner, read loudly and clearly, so that every word murmured under the vaults of the throne room:
- He hugs affectionately - and lulls him to sleep,
And take it to a country that doesn't have a move,
His winds and the shivers of the earth are disturbing,
And the light doesn't penetrate the depths.
Prince Eric blinked a couple of times and the inverted hourglass suddenly became a real torture. He looked down at the floor, glancing at his patterns, catching an elusive thought that could have led to a guess, but each time it dissolved, it was worth getting closer ... And, as if for spite, the ultramarine bandage of the young prince fell on his eyes, from which everything mixed up in his head, and the northerner swallowed, shuddering when he was called.
- The rift? - The assumption was almost delusional, but Lenscherre had no other options, although he understood that his version did not correspond to some of the signs of the riddle: the fracture could only squeeze, but not hug ...
And the cup flashed red, confirming the northerner's assumption that he had made a mistake. Prince Eric sighed hard, but did not allow himself to express his disappointment by immediately pressing his lips and proudly throwing his chin. The main thing is that the king of the Fiery Lands and the Prince of the Mountains do not win this test - they had already had one achievement at the Tournament.
- Prince Jamie," as soon as the fire went blue, the heir to the Central Lands pulled the next coin out of the cup, and the mountaineer threw his arrogant glance at Lenscherre sitting next to him, barely moved forward.
From this short gaze, the northerner squeezed the armrests of his armchair to the white knuckles, making Frasier smile once again. He greedily followed the sheet that fell into Prince Charles' hands, and the whole thing turned into a rumor when it came to the counselor's hands.
- There was one wall there - out of heat,
There's a treasure there, water,
There's no peace for the wanderers,
And if there is, it's forever.
The mountaineer bent his eyebrow, imagining this picture. He seemed lucky, at least it was the first thing that came to Prince Jamie's mind, he didn't want to repeat the fate of King James and was afraid of some overly complicated riddle, but... But this one, with all the confidence of the young man in his power, he needed at least half a minute.
- The desert? - For some reason, Frasier was looking at Prince Charles now, although he understood that he was answering to the counselor.
- That's right," he didn't hesitate to confirm to Shaw.
The lips of the heir to the Central Lands slightly shuddered in a smile - and the mountaineer breathed a noisy breath of such approval, quickly licking his lips. Another one...
- Reder than the brightest rose,
Sweet as it may be, but he's a jerk
And it can put us in the dreams,
But being dead can be a dream.
- A kiss? - Prince Jamie had an answer faster than he could think of what he was saying, but it was worth it.