Scrutinizing Checkup.

Uariel was terrified.

Aragon had found him standing alone in the market square, and processed what had happened immediately. Now the chef was on the verge of death as his Majesty now has his large hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him along as they searched for her.

Aragon was still putting on his majestical robes, not bothering to change before he came running here only to find out that she was already missing. He knew he was pulling attention to himself, but he couldn't care less because none of those who had bad intentions would even have the audacity to approach him.

When he had found out that Raziah usually went to the kitchen and spend time watching the chef cook, he had headed over by himself just to warn Uariel to always make sure she was safe. In fact, Aragon had asked him to make sure she always returned safe to their room, even if he would have to follow her without her noticing him.

But he shouldn't have trusted the lad with Raziah, and now she's out of the palace and missing.

They took the lonely oath they were sure to come across her, stepping down the small hill only to find her walking out of a corner, her eyes darting around as she was trying to find her way back to the market square.

They sighted each other at the same time, and Aragon rushed towards her while still gripping the poor chef who was battling for some air and had long resigned to his fate.

Aragon's eyes traced every skin on her body, "Are you okay?" He cupped her face softly, trying to find something in particular on her body.

"You're choking him," Raziah ignored his care, and grabbed his hand in an attempt to pull it away from the poor lad, "He's going to die, do you not know that you're choking him, olive?" Her eyes danced with seriousness, and Aragon saw the possession brewing In her eyes and the stealth warning shining in her hazel iris.

"Do you like him?" Aragon didn't chuckle this time, and the smile on his face didn't look anything devious. It was dangerous this time.

"He makes my food. The best I've ever tasted. He took a sword to protect me, and he didn't let me carry anything. I see him many hours a day, and he treats me well. Why on Earth won't I like him, your Majesty?"

Aragon's fingers involuntarily curled more around Uariel's neck.

"This is going too far, you're going to kill him!" She was still pulling on his hand, but it wasn't bulging at all, and Uariel's eyes were drifting shut from the lack of air and pain. Aragon sighed softly and went out of his way to spare the lad before he got knocked out. He didn't want his wife to see the 'other side' of him so soon, which might just scare her to death.

And talking about scary things, he wanted to know what happened to her and who had gotten that nerve to kidnap his wife. Though it looks to him like she had escaped, sound and safe.

"Sir. Uariel," Raziah called out once Aragon let go of his neck, and the man stood shakily on his feet, before stumbling backward a little.

"I'm ok, My lady."

"No you're not," she continued to ignore Aragon and walked closer to Uariel, offering him her hand, "Is there a healer close by? I'll take you there."

Aragon's jaw worked in a crazed way, "He can take himself," he implied.

She pretended as if no one had spoken behind her, "Common, take my hand." She tried to take it, but he wasn't willing to let her.

"My lady, are you hurt anywhere?"

"The kitchen knife came in handy. As you can see there's not a scratch on me." She answered, "Don't you feel like you're about to faint? Your face is very red."

"A little fresh air is what I need."

"Raziah," a chilling voice called her name behind them, and she turned to see his Majesty there. That was when she finally noticed the expensive wear he was putting on that was dragging the floor, and his hair being pinned up like the first night they net. He looked more like a King than a prince to her.

"Yes, your Majesty?"

And he looked like he was burning up. His body was stiff at first, but when he looked up at her, the devious smile was back on his face, "Take my hand." He offered her with a smile.

"How about I take both hands?" She suggested calmly, and before Uariel could dodge her again she was already pulling him with her. She also took Aragon's hand, and the two men were being pulled by a woman who looked like she had much more strength than them. They were left to stare at her back, as she lead them back to the palace.

Uariel was looking better when they got to the gates, and he quickly excused himself before his Majesty unleashed hell upon him, and scurried out of sight.

"You sure seem very nice to the lad." He said as they walked into the palace, but Raziah was quick to let go of his hand before anyone saw the 'guest' holding hands with the King.

She didn't expect him to intertwine their fingers again, before pulling her with him. She noticed that they didn't come across any maid or guard till they got to the room, which baffled her because the palace was already bursting in and out with the chippering maids and eyeing guards.

"I can't watch a good man die." She replied as they walked into their room before he shut the door close.

Facing her, Aragon crossed his arms over his chest, "You look very ok to me, but you still have to tell me what happened." He paused, his eyes lingering on a neck for a few seconds before he added, "Take off your clothes first, snow-white."

Raziah blinked as she stared at him. Did her ears just deceive her or what?

"Look at that, I didn't even need to restart you for you to get frozen," he chuckled lightly, the dubious smile appearing again, "Now won't you get naked for me, Princess?"

Slowly, Raziah found herself stripping in front of him. Pretending he wasn't there wasn't working for her pounding her heart, and her legs had gone numb from the way he had asked her to get naked. All words had evaporated from her lips, and all she could do was hope that she doesn't melt when all her clothes were finally off.

Utterly naked before him, Aragon stepped a little closer and his fierce dark eyes wandered her small body scrutinizingly, darting here and there. He even tossed her hair a bit, and with a small nod, he was satisfied with the answers he had found. His eyes found her arm to see that the wristband wasn't off, but he didn't ask.

Then, the man went down on one knee and pushed her legs open so he could peer his Keen eyes down there. The most embarrassing part for Raziah was when the man separated her bottom cheeks too and checked well.

"Is that a cut on your feet?" He asked, sighting the small injury.

It was so small, a very small cut that he didn't take notice of till now.

"I tripped."

He rolled his eyes, standing before her again, "Now tell me, what happened?"

"A group of men kidnapped me. I cut through the robes with a kitchen knife and escaped."

"What happened to the men?"

The small ice that looked like it had been melted was instantly reinforced, and she found the strength in her legs to stand well again. His gaze wasn't affecting her anymore, and that had her calming down fast, "I knocked them out," she replied without hesitation.

"You know how to fight?" He enquired curiously.

"I was taught, so yes."

"Have you been in a war before?" The second the question left his lips, his gaze skimmed down her body once again before he returned to her eyes, "I don't think so,"

"I heard about the upcoming war. Uariel said there was nothing to worry about, that the King was very reliable...and that he didn't have a queen yet." The last part of the question had just fallen out, and her eyes dilated out a little.

"Oh, and what else did you hear about the King?"

"That he's the strongest. You must have a really good King and father,"

"Well, don't I?"

"Let me see your hands," he asked, and she placed hers on his. He gazed down on them, fully understanding what she meant by she had knocked the men out. Even though her palms were soft, supple, and smooth, there were very tiny rips on them he wouldn't have noticed if he didn't stare hard, which told him that she was accustomed to wielding a sword.

"How lovely," he bemused.

"I have to go back to the kitchen." She Informed him so that he would allow her to leave. She needed to see Uariel's condition, plus she didn't see the foodstuffs with him earlier. Did he dish them away while trying to find her?

"I said he would be fine." Aragon gritted out.

"That doesn't mean I shouldn't check up on him," she added softly.

"What if I forbid you from seeing him?"

"Then you're simply being childish. He's the trusted chef who prepares both our meals. We need to always make sure he's healthy, your Majesty." She told him straight up.

"Don't grow attached to him,"

She looked so comported before him even when he knew this was probably the first time she was standing naked in front of a man.

Especially someone like him who easily melts women with one look.

"Your Majesty, it's not about..." She tried to argue again, when his head bent down swiftly, and his face came moving to her breasts, stopping just before his lips could graze them. Raziah had gone numb again from that motion, and she could fervently feel his warm breath invigorating against her nipples. Was this another act of his about... renewing her? Because he had damn well effectively shut her up and made her forget what they were talking about just now.