Drakon’s expression was solemn, a trace of fear lingering behind his otherwise composed eyes. It was clear—this topic made him uncomfortable.
Arthur felt it—the subtle unease in Drakon’s presence, the way his aura seemed to tighten at the mention of "Fae."
’So this Fae, whatever they are, must be serious business,’ Arthur thought. ’Even a crown prince is shaken by the name alone.’
Though his curiosity burned, Arthur didn’t press. He let the silence linger, choosing to wait.
Eventually, Drakon exhaled a long, steady breath. "Not many know of the Fae," he began, voice low. "They’re the kind of legend buried deep in history—tales whispered in forgotten books, or old sailors’ songs. Those who do know them either dismiss them as fantasy... or fear them in silence."
He paused for a moment, as if recalling something he wasn’t sure he should say.
"They are beings of immense, supernatural power. Some say they can manipulate reality itself. Even the gods tread carefully around them."
"In short," Drakon added grimly, "they are terrifying."
Arthur remained quiet, listening intently. His face wore a matching seriousness, but inside, his curiosity surged. ’Beings even gods are cautious of? If that’s true... then not even I could afford to provoke them carelessly.’
"So," Arthur finally asked, his tone measured, "why would a creature that powerful attack a ship?"
Drakon’s gaze darkened. "From what I’ve heard... the people aboard the Titan Ship brought it on themselves. Wealthy elites—people who exploited the lands, seas, forests, caves—all for profit. The old stories say those places were sacred. Home to the Fae."
Arthur nodded slowly. "So they came for revenge," he murmured. "Makes sense. Those people probably destroyed whatever sanctuaries the Fae once had."
He leaned forward slightly. "Do you know more about them? The Fae, I mean."
Drakon gave a small, regretful smile and shook his head. "Their history is vague. Scattered, and much of it lost. But from what little I’ve read or heard... the Fae were once a great supernatural race. Diverse. Some stories mention fairies—tiny winged spirits of nature. Others speak of faery dragons, beasts far more powerful than the dragons at the Alicorn Auction."
Arthur’s brows lifted slightly.
Drakon leaned back slightly. "As for the one that allegedly attacked the Titan Ship? Most believe it was a sea fae—maybe a mermaid, a nymph, a siren... or something worse. No one really knows."
Arthur’s gaze lingered on the wine in his glass. ’This world... it’s deeper, older, and far more layered than Earth ever was,’ he thought. ’There’s so much I still don’t know.’
Then, with a smirk, he gestured lightly with his hand. "Well, I didn’t expect a history lesson from the Crown Prince of Wales today."
Drakon chuckled. "A history lesson? Hardly. More like recycled myths. There’s no real proof the Fae ever existed."
At that, Arthur chuckled inwardly. ’In this world? Myths are just truths waiting to wake up.’
Arthur and Drakon had been talking for some time when the prince’s butler finally arrived, a silent signal that their meeting had to end.
Drakon stood as his butler approached, helping him into his coat. "I truly enjoyed our conversation, Mr. Pendragon. And I’m grateful you agreed to let my sister and her friends join the ship and film."
Arthur shook his hand with a faint smile. "Think nothing of it. Including Princess Rika and her circle might even help with some of the scenes. Nobles have a flair for authenticity."
Drakon smiled knowingly, tipping his hat in farewell before leaving with his butler.
As they exited down the corridor, the butler leaned close and whispered, "With respect, my lord... you’re being far too kind to that demon. He’s merely a filmmaker."
Drakon’s eyes flicked forward. "Don’t underestimate him just because he makes films. That ’demon’ isn’t ordinary."
The butler nodded respectfully, though inwardly thought, ’His Highness is far too cautious around a weakling...’
Meanwhile, Arthur made his way to the dining area aboard the Titanic. There, among a cluster of young ladies, he immediately spotted his sister Apollonia laughing alongside Firfel. He didn’t disturb them. Instead, he quietly walked toward the outer deck—the very edge of the ship. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NoveI[F]ire.net
Standing near the railing, gazing down at the vast ocean, he let the wind tousle his hair.
’If the Fae were really responsible for the Titan Ship’s sinking...’ he thought, ’...could I convince one of them to help me sink this one—for art’s sake?’
If Drakon had heard his thoughts, he’d likely faint on the spot.
This is the same man who bought dragons from an auction for cinematic realism... and now he’s considering summoning mythical sea creatures to film a shipwreck?
Arthur chuckled under his breath, staring at the endless blue horizon.
"Whatever," he muttered. "If I end up filming this in the middle of the ocean... maybe they’ll show themselves."
’So this is what a movie set looks like under Arthur’s studio...’ I thought as I glanced around the Titanic’s grand interior. The atmosphere buzzed with life—crew members moved with purpose, while dozens of extras, mostly commoners, practiced their roles with earnest energy.
’It’s so different from Brother Bob’s sets.’ I chuckled inwardly at the memory. Bob, another one of my proud siblings, was also a filmmaker... though, sadly, his films were widely considered "trash." His stories always revolved around himself—bloated egos disguised as art.
Arthur, though—he was different.
He didn’t center himself in his films. He created stories that entertained and lingered, stories that made people laugh, cry, and think. His movies weren’t just popular—they were hailed as masterpieces.
And now, I had the chance to stand within one before the cameras even rolled.
’I’m so excited to be part of this... Arthur’s movie.’
Suddenly, a voice pulled me from my thoughts.
"Well, well... aren’t you the princess of Morningstar? Apollonia Morningstar, if I recall?"
I turned and saw a familiar face—striking features, deep blue eyes, and unmistakable grace.
"Princess Marika Wales!" I blurted, recognizing her immediately.
She let out a light, elegant laugh. "That’s me."
Behind her stood her entourage of noble girls—lesser stars orbiting around the radiant sun that was Marika.
"I didn’t expect to see you here," she said, stepping closer.
"Same," I replied. "Didn’t expect to see you here on my brother’s movie set."
Marika raised an eyebrow, her smile sharpening. "Brother? Hmph. I thought Arthur Pendragon already severed ties with the Morningstar name. And yet, you still call him that?"
Her words stung—because they weren’t entirely wrong.
I opened my mouth but said nothing. My confidence faltered for just a second.
But Firfel stepped in smoothly beside me.
"Apollonia will always be Arthur’s sister," she said, meeting Marika’s gaze without flinching. "That won’t change."
Marika’s brows knit for a brief moment before she turned her head, unimpressed. "Whatever. Come, girls." She spun on her heel, her entourage trailing behind as they headed off to a table with refreshments.
Firfel turned to me with a small, reassuring smile. "Don’t let her get to you. In Arthur’s eyes, you’re his sister. That’s what matters."
"I know." I nodded softly.
She gave my hands a gentle rub, then brightened. "Now, how about I show you something interesting?"
My ears perked up. "Interesting?"
"Mhm!" She nodded, already pulling me by the hand. "There’s something new the VFX team built based on one of Arthur’s ideas. Come on—I think you’ll love it."
Curious, I followed her through a corridor and into a room. It was plain at first glance, with strange green curtains covering one wall.
"Here, take a look." Firfel walked over and pulled at the curtain slightly.
"What is that?" I asked.
"Arthur calls it a ’Green Screen,’" she replied, smiling.
"Green screen?" I tilted my head in confusion.
She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she infused the curtain with magic. Runes flickered across its surface—and suddenly, the green faded into an image of a cozy home interior, vivid and lifelike.
"Whoa... it’s using illusion magic?" I gasped.
"Exactly," Firfel nodded. "It’s a blend of illusion and advanced runic tech. Arthur designed it to reduce the studio’s dependence on post-production VFX. Now, some sets can be simulated in real time."
I stared in awe. ’Brother’s done it again... he’s created something incredible once more.’
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