"I didn't think it was important! He was fine the whole time we were traveling north. He only got sick when we arrived here, so I figured he had contracted some human disease that we elves aren't immune to." He frowned as he saw the vial. "That will make him better? How long will it take? Seron could be right at the doors to this house tonight and Prince Failen is in no state to be moved."
He ran a hand through his dark hair, looking down at the ailing prince. Tomorrow, we leave, he decided, even if Failen wasn't better. They had to keep moving, no matter what. He would carry the prince, if need be.
Meanwhile, Seron and a small army of fifteen of the best soldiers in the elven army had arrived at the outskirts of the town Aine and her mother lived in. "Failen's a smart man...I know how logical he is, so he would make a smart decision. Logically, he would at least pass through this town. Were here to see if anyone knows where he or that traitorous knight of his went." Sketches had been made of both the knight and Failen, for the soldiers to show.
"Find where my brother is. If either of them are here, kill the knight, but take my brother alive."
The soldiers all tied their horses up and left. Seron was dressed in fine wool clothes over tight leather armor. The clothes were fashioned in such a way that the armor couldn't be seen beneath it, further protecting the king. With only one knight as his guard, he approached a building that looked like a forge. Hearing words of argument, he stepped inside, brushing his hair aside. He hung back while they argued, his green eyes--the same as Failen's--scanning the two. He folded his arms; he did not like being made to wait.
Anyone who knew either one of the twins could tell their other just by appearances; the two brothers were identical in nearly everything. The only difference was that Failen had a dark brown birthmark on the outside of his thigh, in a perfect circle. And, obviously, their personalities. Still, for someone who had been around Failen as much as Aine had been, she could easily tell they were brothers.
Finally, the knight stepped forward, placing himself between the man and woman. Seron spoke up, brushing his black shoulder-length hair back. "Have you seen these men?" He held up the parchment that held the sketches. "They are traitors to my country."