She was amazed by the large number of winged children of the same age, similar to each other. The kids jumped, ran and babbled happily on a vast area with various educational equipment. Among them stood out a green-eyed boy and a girl who did not want to play with everyone at all. Each of them simply sat and looked at one point, but the boy, noticing Luanlia's approach, immediately rushed to her.
"Hello! I like you! Will you be my wife?" The kid threw the princess into a stupor with such a ridiculous proposal.
Luanlia replied mockingly:
"Isn't it too early for you to get married? You're still a baby!"
The boy grabbed the hem of her dress tightly.
"I'll grow up soon, and you're very beautiful. Remember my name - Yarion. I will keep an eye on you, Princess Luanlia."
"When you grow up, then we'll talk about friendship and love. And now you are still a child. Why don't you play with everyone?"
"They are babies, and I am an adult in a child's body. It's so unpleasant to be small," Yarion rang in his thin voice, looking piercingly into her eyes.
Luanlia could barely contain herself not to laugh.
"How annoying you are!" A pleasant male voice was heard nearby.
To the right, not far away, stood a white-winged syrinx, releasing his son onto the playground.
"Amirel!" A handsome blue-eyed man with long, smooth beige hair introduced himself to her, holding out his hand.
The princess said her name and shook his hand in response.
"Yarion, get out of here! Stay out of the way!" Amirel commanded menacingly.
The kid let go of his hands from the dress and looked at him angrily.
"My dad will punish you for yelling at me!"- He showed him his fist and ran away.
"Get lost, the adult, that threatening me with his dad," - Amirel grumbled.
"Who is his dad?" Luanlia asked.
"Palien, my ex Commander. Adivaris brought him here along with these
naughty kids."
"Another Xantarian in town?" The princess became worried.
Amirel looked piercingly into her eyes.
"He's after Selestra, he doesn't know about you yet, he lives in the forest
away from Lariel. They don't get along."
"Your son is so cute! I noticed that a child always gets his eyes from his
father. Very convenient, you can immediately see whose son it is. There are
a lot of similar looking kids with lilac eyes. All the children of Lariel?"
"Yeah, all his," Amirel grinned. "There are more than a hundred of them from blackwinged women in this city."
"Wow, the King is very popular!"
"I hope you don't want a son from him?"
The princess laughed nervously:
"Oh, no! He himself chooses whom to love. And my husband doesn't tolerate children at all!"
"Are you going to continue living with him?" Amirel asked concerned. - "He is not suitable for you: you are weak, he will burn you with his power. He has a high level of magic, and you are a novice syrinx. You have a developmental difference with him of more than a thousand years. If Ramies makes you swoon, then what can you expect from Adivaris? In the next town there are guys with exactly your energy. With them you will be happy and healthy."
Luanlia opened her mouth at his unexpected advice.
"They don't have princesses?"
"A few… Everyone moved here closer to Lariel."
"I can't leave my husband. We have an agreement!"
"Oh, well then, I don't know what to do," Amirel concluded sympathetically. "A contract is a serious matter. You can't even run away anywhere, Adivaris is omnipotent, he'll get you from everywhere."
He sat down on the grass in silence, staring at the children. Luanlia noticed that someone was watching her. The blackwinged teenager hid behind a gym pole and spied on the princess.
"Oh, another one of your admirers!" Amirel grinned.
"This young man?"
"Gedeon, the adopted son of the King. Already fallen head over heels in love with you. At that age, I was drilled in a black way to save me from the foolishness of love. All boys are sent from boarding schools to lyceums from the age of ten and have their hair cut short. Then many years of study and training, and no romantic walks with mortal girls, when it is still safe for them to date us. For escaping from the lyceum they can be punished as an edification. A dictatorship, in a word! After graduation - endless service in Starfleet, and only when you turn two hundred years old, you can grow your hair, you are allowed to get a concubine and even get an appointment with the princess, if you're lucky. And here there is such freedom for young people. No one will forbid them to love at this age. These kids will grow up quickly and will not give women a pass. "