The Prince stormed into the room with the letter was folded in one hand. The force with which it was being held was starting to form lines on the paper.
"That insufferable fucker." The prince said loudly as the doors slammed against the walls. The Knight had never seen him like this before. Mad, a couple times. Resigned or numb, most of the time. This was worse, betrayal was so much worse. He was walking in circles around the room mumbling curses.
"Sire, may I suggest you calm down before bed. We do not want you to be out of it for tomorrow." The Prince marched up to the Knight. His hand instinctively went for his sword as he felt the threat. He had never seen the Prince get violent over anything with anyone before. This was worse then what he had been like in the throne room.
"You wanted him to be evil. Here's your proof." The Prince spat in his face pushing the paper into his chest hard. He walked over to the vanity to wipe down his face. The Prince was on the brink of breaking down crying. First his kingdom was damaged, then his family killed. Now the only person who ever loved him was only playing a fake.
Turned and stabbed him in the back like everyone thought they would. The one person in the world the Prince trusted with his life had run away and was now threatening him. He gently cleared the make-up off his face revealing the marking that still gave him a bit of a headache. He heard a gasp from behind him, the mark had gotten worse from when the Prince saw it last.
It was gross to look at, it might be better to leave it uncovered for tomorrow. Add that little bit of dramatic. He wouldn't have much time to get ready anyways. What the Rebel did felt so much worse then how the bruise looked. It was like he went through the same thing twice at each of their hands.
"Sire, what is in this letter?" The knight asked standing back from the prince. He wanted to know what the Prince was thinking instead of jumping to the conclusion that he was misinterpreting the words. The Knight had just closed the doors that marked the walls. Metal and stone were not a good combination. The handles would have to be replaced if the damage is to be reversed.
"Why don't you read it. I gave it to you." The Prince spat out, he was teetering on rage and despair at the circumstances. It was nothing long, but it spoke volumes to who he was dealing with.
Dear Prince Rigel,
I hope this letter finds you well. I am sorry to hear about the
loss of your parents and sisters. I know this is a major loss
for you and your kingdom. That and all the rebuilding I hear.
You have to do it. These are major changes for any young royal
to go through so I have taken it upon myself to intervene. I
will be sending a Prince and a princess to take over the throne.
They will be able to take over the duties that you are unable
to do. If you give up the crowns willingly then you will be
added to the court as a personal servant to the throne. We
will be there by the end of the day the day after you receive
this letter. It is against my suggestion that you put up a fight
but I will be expecting it. I look forward to out meeting,
King Richard.
The Prince hated the fact the he was being dismissed not only by this King but also by the Rebel . It was terrible, unthinkable, it was "Unbelievable." The Knight said from across the room. He came and sat on the vanity beside the Prince.
"I can hardly believe it myself." the Prince said. He was about to stand up when the Knight put the letter down on the table.
"No I mean their writing. How can someone be that close to you and still have terrible handwriting. You guys knew each other for what six months. It looked like a chicken wrote this." The knight hopped down from the table and started walking around. The Prince took a second look at the letter looking a little more closely at the writing. It was true when the Rebel and Prince first met that their handwriting was non-existent.
This was something different. There was definitely something off with it. Stomaching the words not only a second and third time the Prince got out a quill and ink from the drawer. There was several letter that just seemed off. It had to be some way the Rebel was trying to get a message through. How could the Prince not think that anything he would get would be checked.
Dear Prince Rigel,
I hope this letter finds you well. I am sorry to hear about the
loss of your parents and sisters. I know this is a major loss
for you and your kingdom. That and all the rebuilding I hear.
You have to do it. These are major changes for any young royal
to go through so I have taken it upon myself to intervene. I
will be sending a Prince and a princess to take over the throne.
They will be able to take over the duties that you are unable
to do. If you give up the crowns willingly then you will be
added to the court as a personal servant to the throne. We
will be there by the end of the day the day after you receive
this letter. It is against my suggestion that you put up a fight
but I will be expecting it. I look forward to out meeting,
King Richard.
The Prince had to get another piece of parchment copying the letters down there. 'LOVEYOU.' Any one of the I's could have been added to the fraise. The Prince squealed with joy as he stood up and started spinning around. The Knight was standing over by the bookcases looking at the collection. He was contemplating why he ever thought going through with this would be a promising idea. He looked up at the Prince in serprise.
"Good news sire?" He asked daring to walk closer.
"Oh, it is the most wonderful news. I can't imagine what the other letter looked like before Ace got a hold of it, but they fixed it up so perfectly. We must get a good nights sleep and rise early for tomorrow. We have a war to avoid lieutenant." He landed facing the wardrobe taking his riding leathers out.
He was going to put them under a loose white dress shirt and his over coat. Finally wearing his riding leathers for actually riding and a bit of mock armor. They would even get scuffed up like the Rebel was talking about.
"You should probably head to bed. It's getting late and we are going to be up early tomorrow." The Prince suggested to the knight who was still standing across the room from him. The knight was snapped out of his shock and saluted before leaving.
"Yes, sire. I will be back, so we are able to leave and meet them before they get here." The Knight walked out of the room never seeing a switch in emotions as extreme as that. He left in a bit of a daze thinking the Prince was going to need all the sleep he could get. He didn't know how the other was able to do it since he was falling asleep standing upright.
The Prince was going around in circles trying to get some of the joy out of his system. The goal was to feel tired, right now we felt like he could have walked to the battlefield. The Prince decided to step outside for a bit of fresh air hoping that would help. The night was quiet and warm.
"Hi." The Prince said to the breeze that passed by him. The Rebel would have never known that he thought they would turn around on him like that. He still wanted to apologize for the doubt.
"The other royals started arriving and it was really intimidating. I feel very out of my depth because of it." He sighed looking down at his feet remembering why he needed to be talking to the wind.
"I'm sorry that I doubted you, love. I'm sorry that I ever thought that. I wish you could be here, even if you couldn't be able to do anything." He took a deep breath before a few tears started falling from his face. He chuckled at the Rebel calling him an idiot for doubting him. Something that would be rightly deserved in this case.
"If you were beside me then it would have never crossed my mind. I'm starting to think that I can't do this. I'm worried that you won't be ok when I am able to get to you again." The Prince thought back to both of their worries for the day before the executions.
The anxiety between the two was cuttable with a knife. Tears went to his eyes thinking that they would not be able to get back together. The Prince blinked them back before they had a chance to fall. He had a lot of work to do in the morning and wasting the night away crying was not going to be productive.
"I love you too. Good night." He said before walking back into the room. Feeling much better and relaxed, the Prince was able to get to sleep with truly little problem. The night after he was going to sleep through the entire day just to catch up on what he had been missing. He was so ready for it to be over.
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