He wandered through the bookshelves into he found a book on the history in general. David began to it.

[b]The History of Trayve[/b] [i]From what David had learned.. Trayve was a nation that was began roughly a hundred years ago, though founded by the small-time house of Trayven. The nation only grew might underneath the youngest of the sons of Erandor Trayven - Armillion, the King of Lions.[/i] [i]Armillion, in order to establish control and bring up his house, would traverse into the art of warfare. In his lifetime, he would wage three major wars - the War of the Dragon, the Conquering of Rivelria, and the Lion's Demise.[/i] [i]According to the book, the Trayvens committed horrible acts upon their victims in the Lion's Demise, a war against their tragic rivals, of which are unnamed except for one - Zyrians, a nation across the world. The acts appeared to be caused out of anger for the torture and murder of Armillion's current wife at the time, Amelia, and the kidnappings and terrible abuse of two Trayven priestesses.[/i] [i]In the end, the book showed a painted picture of the Trayven children.[/i] [i]First was a taller, young man, like a famous statue, clad in steel plate and purple cloth. He wielded a longsword in hand, etchings of darkened corruption upon the blade of the weapon. Aside his picture was a golden lion. This was Arthur Trayven, the only legitimate child of Armillion.[/i] [i]Second was a beauty of a woman, yet towered over Arthur, her bountiful frame accompanied by thick armor plates and muscle. Deep purple hair fell from her head, as she balanced what appeared to have been a large battleaxe. Aside her head was a red dragon. This was Isabella of Khaom, a slave turned the temporal Empress of Khaom at seventeen, before she left at an offer from Armillion.[/i] [i]The third in line consisted of two individuals, nearly identical to each other. One a male, and the other a female, both young and the same height. They bore similarities to Arthur, except with shining blue eyes and silver hair. These two were Oliver and Niki Gold - bаstard children.[/i] [i]The fourth showed a woman that was barely younger than Oliver and Niki, with flaming head hair, her being clad in purple uniform and gilded steel plating. She had held a scroll in hand for the picture, her light orange eyes painted into a terrible, emotionless demeanor. A yellow eagle was painted to her side. This was Freya Malpher, the oldest child of the corrupted rulers of Rivelria, and traitor to their cause as she served Trayve.[/i] [i]The final child was a young boy, perhaps only seventeen, wrapped in a purple robing and shorter than the rest. His hair was an ashy blonde color, his eyes a magenta purple, while he seemed frail and skinny yet. There was only a white circle next to his head. This was Julian of Zyria, the child of an unspoken, terrible name.[/i]

David especially looked closely at Oliver in the picture. Clearly, he was standing next to his twin sister. "Shit," he muttered. He had known something, and realized that the situation had gotten worse.

[spoiler]ohno.jpg[/spoiler] "Something wrong?" [i]The knightess had looked over, approaching David for a moment. She sounded genuinely concerned, yet shot a glance at the family picture.[/i]

"Greaaaaat. That gurantees something," David muttered.

"...Yep. Something's wrong." [i]The knightess groaned, crossing her arms as she would look at David in a seemingly confused manner.[/i] "Can you [i]please[/i] tell me what's going on, because if it threatens the king, or his children, or one close to the children.. it is my duty to defend them. With my life."

"One question, does the king have any grandchildren?" David asked.

"Grandchildren? No. Arthur is yet to have a betrothed lady, due to his disappearance.. Isabella, for all I know, cares little for genuine love. Oliver and Niki, I doubt would ever have children. Freya is romanced to a young woman, and Julian remains here, waiting for a princess I believe. ...why do you ask?"

"Well.... you can't say it's unlikely for Oliver...."

"...Do not bring up this matter to Armillion." [i]There was a certain seriousness in Camela's tone, as she sighed, shaking her head. Something was wrong with a bаstard having a child, it seemed.[/i] "Stop while we can. We don't need spies torturing both of us for information about this.. occurrence."

David nodded. "Alright. I'll simply keep quiet about the matter."

"Good. Good.. Anywhere else that you would wish to visit, sir?"

"Not that I can think of." He picked up another book.

[i]That book seemed to cover Trayve's finances - gold and weapons, it seemed.[/i] "Mm. We can chat for a while, I suppose. I've yet to have.. lunch, I believe you would call it. Then we may visit the palace."

"Alright. It's good to talk to you. Also... why is what I told you exactly a bad thing."

"Bаstard children.. are not necessarily the most respected children. Thus children are.. not expected from them." [i]The knightess in gilded armor would then sigh, as she would lead David out of the library.[/i]

"So what it's not expected. Why is this so? Don't all of us desreve the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?" David asked.

"...Look, it's more complicated than that. A bаstard child already looks bad for a king. Two looks even worse. And one now having a child.. it could spark war. David, this could be terrible. Armillion mustn't know about this." [i]Camela seemed to almost beg David, a status unlike her seemingly subtle, yet straightforward demeanor. It was as if it could be very, very bad, if Armillion learned of his bаstard's child, or children.[/i]

He nodded. "I hope I never become a king," he admitted, "Or a leader."

"...You have the qualities of a leader." [i]Camella had seemingly blurted out, looking at David then.[/i] "You care for the history behind things. The true history behind something. You seem to respect one's background and freedoms, too."

"I do... But that's how I am. I always inquire to question."

"Respectable enough, sir. Carry on with whatever you wish. Then, we shall depart for the palace."

"We can head to the palace, then. I will admit. I'm nervous. This is the first time I've been in the same room as a monarch or political leader that [i]wasn't[/i] trying to kill me."

[i]Camela would then shoot a slightly worried glance to David, as she had begun to lead him down the sidewalk. They would be heading upwards, towards the shadowing palace overhead.[/i] "You would openly admit that to a guard of a king. Unfortunately for you, I am a dedicated subject to His Righteous One.. ...but I suppose I could let that information pass unnoticed and unspoken."

"Yeah... I will act civil. I'm just nervous. Okay. Like, what if he tried to kill me, too. Or monolog, [i]then[/i] kill me. Yeah... the last politician I met was a leader of a legion of space turtles that captured the last safe city on Earth and the thing most humans in that timeline consider holy."