The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Mikhailis returned to his chambers, shutting the door softly behind him as he let out a deep sigh. He rubbed his neck, trying to ease some of the tension as he moved towards his desk. Before he could sit, the glasses on the table lit up, signaling Rodion's readiness to engage.

<Mikhailis, we need to discuss Prince Laethor's offer in depth,>

Rodion began, his tone immediately serious.

Mikhailis sat down, leaning back in his chair as he glanced at the glowing lenses.

"Of course, Rodion, let's hear it. I assume you aren't going to tell me to accept without a second thought."

<On the contrary, Mikhailis, there are several critical aspects to consider. First and foremost, aiding Serewyn means entangling yourself, and by extension, Silvarion Thalor, in another kingdom's political struggles. Such involvement rarely comes without complications or potential backlashes. We must be prepared for that.>

Mikhailis nodded, his gaze growing more contemplative. He took off his glasses, holding them as he listened. The weight of Rodion's words pressed on him, but he wasn't one to avoid complexity if it held promise.

<However, there is significant potential here,>

Rodion continued.

<Serewyn possesses unparalleled expertise in Eldritch Alchemy. Their potions are among the finest in the land, with properties that could substantially enhance Silvarion Thalor's medical and magical prowess. If we assist Serewyn and gain access to their alchemical knowledge, we could potentially replicate or even improve upon those potions. This would strengthen Silvarion Thalor immensely.>

Mikhailis pursed his lips, considering the implications.

"But, we'd have to tread very carefully. If this were to backfire, Silvarion Thalor might be seen as an aggressor or as a manipulative power trying to exploit Serewyn's weakness. Not to mention the fact that Prince Laethor is a slippery one. He might double-cross us."

<Exactly. The risks are not negligible. We must craft a plan that ensures our safety and maintains our leverage. The benefits must outweigh the dangers, and we must position ourselves to extract maximum value with minimal exposure to risk.>

Mikhailis smiled, shaking his head.

"Sometimes, Rodion, I think you're more paranoid than I am. But you're right. If we're doing this, we need to make sure we're two steps ahead of everyone else."

<It is not paranoia, Your Highness, but rather the logical approach given the circumstances. If we proceed, it will require thorough analysis and strategic execution. No reckless actions.>

Mikhailis ran a hand through his hair, staring up at the ceiling, his mind sorting through the possibilities.

So, we could gain access to potions that can do who knows what. Alchemical secrets are valuable—incredible, even. But we'd be stepping into the heart of a political mess.

"Alright," he said, nodding as if to himself. "We'll do this, but we do it with caution. No unnecessary risks." He placed the glasses back on his nose, the lenses flashing as they synced with Rodion.

<Understood, Mikhailis. I will continue developing potential scenarios and strategies. In the meantime, it is best to remain observant—Serewyn may still have more surprises.>

Mikhailis gave a slight smile, his eyes darkening slightly.

"Oh, I'm counting on that, Rodion. I'm counting on it."

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It was nearing midnight when Elowen finally returned to her chambers. The door opened with a soft click, and she stepped inside, her posture still regal despite the clear exhaustion lining her face. She spotted Mikhailis sitting on the couch, a gaming controller in his hands, his attention focused on the TV. The familiar, pixelated world of Harvest Sun filled the screen.

As soon as he heard her enter, Mikhailis paused the game, saving his progress before setting the controller aside. He turned to greet her, a lazy smile on his lips.

"Back already? I thought you'd be pulling another all-nighter."

Elowen sighed, a tired smile crossing her face as she slipped off her shoes and moved closer.

"I almost did, but fortunately, I had some help." She tapped her glasses, her gaze flickering with appreciation.

"Rodion managed to make everything run smoothly."
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Mikhailis grinned.

"See, Rodion's always got our backs. Though, he keeps reminding me he's only here because you asked him to."

<Accurate statement. My loyalty is first and foremost to Queen Elowen,>

Rodion interjected, his tone managing to carry just a hint of sarcasm.

Elowen laughed softly, shaking her head as she took a seat beside Mikhailis. She glanced at the TV, the serene farm setting filling the screen.

"You're back to playing Harvest Sun again? Didn't you finish that game ages ago?"

"New save file," Mikhailis replied, shrugging.

"Sometimes, you just gotta start fresh. Besides, it helps me relax."

As if on cue, the door opened again, and Rodion's monkey robot assistant entered, carrying a tray with two steaming cups of matcha latte and a small assortment of snacks. It made its way towards them, setting the tray down on the table between them with precise care.

"Ah, just in time," Mikhailis said, taking one of the cups and handing the other to Elowen.

"Nothing like matcha to end a long day."

Elowen took the cup with a grateful nod, her fingers wrapping around the warmth. They sat in silence for a while, sipping their drinks and sharing a comfortable quiet. Mikhailis switched the TV to play the sound of ocean waves—a soothing, rhythmic noise that filled the room and eased the tension in the air.

After a moment, Mikhailis glanced at Elowen, his expression softening.

"So, how bad was it tonight?"

She sighed, leaning back into the cushions.

"It was... challenging. Prince Laethor's presence is causing a lot of ripples. He's pushing, and everyone knows it. The nobles are torn—some see his gestures as romantic, others see them as manipulative. He's complicating everything."

Mikhailis nodded, swirling his drink.

"Yeah, that sounds about right for him. I actually ran into him earlier." He paused, watching as Elowen's eyes narrowed, a flicker of worry crossing her face.

"What did he do?" she asked, her voice suddenly sharper.

"Did he threaten you?"

Mikhailis smiled, shaking his head.

"No, no threats. But he did make a rather desperate plea for help. It turns out everything he's been doing—his elaborate gestures, his romantic advances—was just a ploy. All of it was to get close to me. Apparently, Serewyn is in deep trouble—their economy is collapsing, and they're in a cold war with the Technomancer League's faction, Vesperia. They're being sabotaged and are on the brink of ruin. Laethor believes that I, somehow, hold the key to saving his kingdom. He thinks I can help them by providing resources and perhaps strategic expertise that could turn things around for Serewyn. He offered me access to their alchemical secrets, hoping to tempt me. Eldritch Alchemy, potions—everything they've kept hidden from the rest of the world. It's tempting, but risky." He shrugged, his tone light.

"Wants me to save his kingdom."

Elowen's eyes widened, a mixture of anger and concern flashing across her face.

"And what did you tell him?"

Mikhailis took another sip of his matcha, his gaze meeting hers.

"I listened. He offered me access to their alchemical secrets—potions, Eldritch Alchemy. It's tempting, Elowen. There's a lot we could gain from it." He leaned back, his gaze thoughtful.

"But it's risky. Getting involved in Serewyn's politics means dragging Silvarion Thalor into a mess we may not want."

Elowen stared at him, her expression softening as she listened.

"You know the risks better than anyone, Mikhailis. But if you decide to do this, I'll stand by you. Just know that whatever decision you make, it has my support."

Rodion chimed in, his voice calm but serious.

<The opportunity is significant, Your Majesty. Gaining access to Eldritch Alchemy would be a major strategic advantage for Silvarion Thalor. However, we must ensure that any involvement is done with careful planning to mitigate potential risks.>

Elowen nodded slowly, her gaze drifting to her cup as she processed Rodion's words.

"We could learn a lot from their alchemical expertise. But I don't want to push you into this, Mikhailis. You should only do it if it's something you truly want."

Mikhailis gave her a small grin, his eyes brightening.

"You know, I think I want to. It could be an adventure—something new, something beyond just being the 'lazy consort.' Besides," he added with a chuckle, "Rodion seems quite intrigued by the whole alchemy thing."

Elowen smiled, but her expression soon turned serious.

"If we're going to do this, I have one condition." She met his gaze, her eyes steady.

"You take Vyrelda and Cerys with you."

Mikhailis groaned, leaning back against the cushions.

"Vyrelda and Cerys? You want me to bring the two most serious people in the entire kingdom? Vyrelda with her constant glaring and Cerys, the lone wolf? They'll make it impossible to have any fun."

Elowen shook her head, her eyes soft but determined.

"I mean it, Mikhailis. I want you to be safe, and they are the best for that."

He studied her for a moment, seeing the genuine concern in her eyes. Slowly, he sighed, a resigned smile tugging at his lips.

"Alright, fine. I'll bring them along. Though I'm not sure how much they'll like being dragged into this."

Elowen's expression softened further, a hint of relief passing over her features. She set her cup down, reaching out to take his hand.

"Thank you," she said quietly, her voice filled with sincerity.

Mikhailis looked at her, his gaze warm.

"Hey, you don't need to thank me. Besides, this is bound to be interesting, right?"

Elowen hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping slightly.

"I'm sorry, Mikhailis. I wanted you to have freedom—a carefree life here. But now it feels like I'm dragging you into one political mess after another."

Mikhailis shook his head, leaning forward as he gently placed his hand over hers.

"Enough of that already," he said, his voice soft but firm.

"This is no longer my life—it's our life now." He smiled at her, his gaze filled with warmth and understanding.

Elowen looked up, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, the weight of everything seemed to lift. She smiled, a hint of emotion in her eyes as she squeezed his hand gently. They sat there in the comfortable silence, the sound of the ocean filling the room as they let the moment stretch, both finding comfort in the shared presence of the other.

The moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a gentle glow over them as they sat together, their hands still joined, the sound of the waves a soothing background to their shared quiet.

This is it, Mikhailis thought, his gaze shifting to the window and the world beyond.

A new adventure—together.