Cankerby walked around the castle, whistling in the halls as the sound waves reflected back.
His little moment to himself unexpectedly stopped, as he got pulled into a room with someone unknown.
"What the hell was that stunt you pulled!" In the dark, he heard Spittleworth's voice as he was pinned to the wall pretty roughly.
"I don't follow..?" Cankerby said quietly, not sure of what he meant. "If the king saw you taking money, you know what would've happened!" Spittleworth had almost shouted, but fought the urge not to.
Cankerby understood, responding in a soft chuckle. "My lord, didn't you tell the king that our country is functioning well?" he patted his shoulder reassuringly, also because he was losing air. "I'm sure the king hasn't noticed what's outside the capital yet. We will be-"
Immediately, Spittleworth grabbed him by the neck.
"The thing is, that mail coach you guys have let into the kingdom delivered that mail when I was gone." Spittleworth gritted his teeth, whispering aggressively. Cankerby widened his eyes, not expecting sudden action. "If you fix that, which I doubt you even will," he mentions. "I will consider to calm down.".
Spittleworth had let go of Cankerby formally, dusting himself off and clearing his throat as Cankerby regained his breath.
"Yes, my lord." he struggled to speak against the wave of coughs. "Me and Roach will figure out ways to fix this."
Spittleworth opened the door for Cankerby, awaiting his departure. One last short discussion occured, with him leaning close to Cankerby's ear.
"You better."
Cankerby felt a shiver down his spine, the lord's voice was pretty soothing to say the least. He then walked out, intimidated by Spittleworth's demeanor.
But he thought to himself. How the fuck is he so appealing..? He walked off with hands in his pockets, repeating the same question in his mind.
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