The Magnificient Stories

- Love. The flame in the cup sparkled, shimmering with all the shades of blue, blazing red for a second and returning to its usual color, so that after a second to catch fire again in scarlet. Turned to sky blue, the fire finally went out, and Shaw, squeezing his rosary in his hands, bowed his head slightly before the river king. - Congratulations, Your Majesty, you have won. The audience was applauded by the King of the Central Lands, who rose from his throne, but King Stephen did not seem to have heard or seen anything...

- Power can be lost and taken away, Your Majesty," the advisor said quietly and discreetly. - Perhaps, you are not familiar with this, hence the wrong answer. Only two participants remained - and the next was the king of the Fiery Lands, so that all the rest of them became more attentive in several times, because Wilson already had one victory at the tournament. Prince Charles smiled shyly and fleetingly at him when he passed the first riddle to the fiery king Sebastian, and the advisor was dissatisfied...

But he looked too much at Prince Charles's scarlet lips, so soft and probably as sweet as the girl you were kissing for the first time... That's what the highlander was thinking, answering immediately, but also immediately realizing that he was wrong, because a deadly kiss was a kiss with poison, and in these riddles the answer was hidden as much as possible on the surface. Indeed, the flame in the cup flashed red, and Prince Eric couldn't help but laugh, bowing his head sideways and leaning his knuckles against his cheekbones...

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...

This time the western king did not answer immediately, carefully looking at the parchment in the hands of the advisor, as if he could tell the answer. One of the last rays of the daylight walked easily through the rubies on the cup, and then slid onto the stone in the brooches of King Anthony, immediately disappearing, as if lost there. Stark slowly turned his gaze from the sheet to the mystery man, bowing his head a little. - Is it the sun? A momentary and hard silence. Breathe in. Exhale. - That's right...