The Language of War, a Brittany Broski fanfiction

Chapter 2

"No, no, no this can not be happening!" Cole Sprouse, member of the Royale Court paced the dinning room, fingers darting up to his temples as he rubbed them in circles to calm him nerves.  

The flames emitting from the candlelit chandelier flickered Cole Sporuses distressed expression, his heart pacing as his anxiety grew. "How could she have just left!?" Cole Sprouse whipped his head towards the other members of the Royal Court, who were quick to cower under his demeaning tone. Cole Sprouse brought up a finger as he pointed to Charlie XCX who lifted her feet onto the wooden oak dining table, drawing a pipe from her lips. "You mean to tell me she just "up and left"?" Cole Sprouse demanded, mocking Charlie XCX's accent with a poor rendition of it. Charlie XCX's smirk grew as smoke twirled around her head. "Of course I do," Charlie XCX started, smoke lacing her words. A fake face of surprise was painted on her face as she drew a hand to her chest, "are you accusing me of lying, dear Sprouse?" Sarcasm emphasized in each one of her words. Cole Sprouse's fists balled up as blood rushed to his head. "Don't you dare call me that." 

Charlie XCX threw her head back in laughter, brushing her long inky locks away from her face as she propped her elbows on the table, leaning her head in her hands. "Try me, Sprousey-boy. Brittany made me her head guard for a reason, y'know." Cole Sprouse froze, a cool sigh leaving his lips. Charlie XCX was right, he should be careful around a her. Especially with her gleaming iron armour with green emeralds dotting along it's edges and that mace leaning against her chair.  

"But you all understand the immense danger we are in, correct?" Cole Sprouse started, his manic pacing resuming as his eyes darted from member to member of the Royal Court, all seated anxiously around the long table. Orville, who's mask stuck firmly on his face, was delicately fiddling with the golden cutlery provided to him, trying his best to avoid Cole Sprouse's burning eye contact. Drew Afualo, leaning back in her red leather padded chair sat up straight the moment she realized Cole Sprouse was talking, although she knew she wouldn't remember half of what he said since her mind had timed out for the most part of his speech. Hasan, his white linen pirate shirt stitched in such a way where it fit each curve and crevasse of muscle accentuated them as he crossed his arms and furrowed his brows. Ludwig, snapping  into focus with his hands covering his mouth, mostly in attempt to stop his escaping laughs as he watched Rhett and Link being too busy with cutting up pieces of tender loin and balancing them on Mister Du, (the Supreme Leaders right hand companion animal) wondering how long it would take for the meat tower to tumble. Bretman Rock, who's legs were neatly crossed as he equipped a golden knife in one hand, meticulously filing down his nails as he glanced up at Cole Sprouse from time to time. And finally, the recent member added to the Royale Court, Daisy Edgar-Jones who was eagerly looking around at the other members, simply happy and excited to be apart of the Royale Court. Cole Sprouse sighed. "I'm afraid none of you really care." He glanced at Rhett and Link as they cut the finale piece of tender loin, placing it upon Mister Du's head. "I'm more afraid none of you really comprehend this immense danger."

"I do," chimed in Hasan, his voice booming over the rest of the Royal Court members. "Of course you do, Hasan," muttered Bretman Rock as he let out a lil puff of air to blow away any shavings on his nails. Hasan frowned. Bretman Rock sighed, slabbing the golden knife into the table causing everyone's attention to be placed on him. "Look," Bretman Rock started, his glare darting from each person in the room, "Brittany is gone and we do not know why. Do you know what this could mean to the nation of Broski with her gone?" Bretman paused. "I don't.  So let's listen to Mr. Sprouse here so we can help our leader if not our friend. Thank you." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms as he stared at Cole Sprouse. "You may begin." Bretman muttered. Cole Sprouse blinked. Finally, every member met with Cole Sprouse's eye as he looked around the room. He smiled, clasping his hands together. 

"Good. Now that I have your attention, thank you Bretman-" Cole Sprouse nodded his head towards Bretman who flicked his hand in the air to signal for him to look past it and continue "-Charlie XCX did the great pleasure of informing me just now that Supreme Leader Brittany Broski is no where to be found. We scoured her bedroom, the barracks, damn we even sweeped the floor clean in the dragon's chambers and still we didn't find her. This is serious. We have never been without the Supreme Leader and there are no protocols without her in them. She runs this nation under a tight grip but never realized her clutch could be lost." Cole Sprouse sighed and turned away from the dining room table, staring up at the huge painted mural of the Supreme Leader hung on the wall. It depicted her strong stature and brave resilience, her long blond curls flowing behind her as she held her head up high, clutching on her coveted swore with an enemies head piked on. Cole Sprouse shooke his head. "She did not leave out of fear, that is for sure. Our Lord would never make a decision to leave because she was scared." Cole Sprouse could hear the Royale Court murmuring an agreement behind him. 

Cole Sprouse turned towards the Royale Court, his hand drawn up to his chin as he pondered. "I swear, she must be right under our noses-"

BANG!

The large oak doors swung open in the dining hall, slamming against the marble walls. A figure stood in the doorway, her black cloak hiding her built frame. Her long, blond hair flowed around her neck and shoulders. Slowly, the figure raised her head, her beaming emerald green eyes glanced from member to member of the Royale Court till they finally landed on the anxious Cole Sprouse. His jaw dropped, shock and relief painted on his face. The figure smiled, throwing off her raven feathered cloak to reveal her long burgundy dress, a gold chest plate glimmering as it hugged tightly agaisnt her petite yet strong frame. "How..." Cole Sprouse uttered a word as the figure sashayed towards the dining room table, her knee high heeled-boots clacking against the glossed marble flooring. 

Among the seats of the dining room table, one had been vacant this entire time. One that stood larger than the rest, one that was made from the nation's purest gold and delicately decorated with the nation's finest rubies and sapphires. The figure strolled towards that very empty seat, placing herself gently upon it's red velvet cushion. She crossed her legs, grabbing Charlie XCX's pipe as she took a drag from it, grinning. 

"I'm back, my lovelies." The Supreme Leader Brittany Broski declared.