LOCATION: The Castle
YOUR POV
[]. []. []. [].Now. Now was the time to sneak into the treasury. It was fairly simple, though I'll spare you the details. The entire thing, actually! Yeah, I feel satisfied too. And I'll be even more so when I get enough metal to last me the next couple months. Well, if I watch how much I snack on, that is.
Actually, why don't we see how much fun our king is having? After stealing some valuables, of course. 'Cause I mean, why absolutely not?
After knocking out the guards, which didn't take much time (Oh how I love the element of surprise), I continued wandering the perimeter. I knocked out all of the guards along there too, until I found the right window to sneak in through.
Once I found it, I scaled the wall, hopping through the large, open window. After a bit of time, I found the Royal Treasury. Easier done than most would think! Then again, most people who try to sneak in (which is very, very few) don't consume the guards swords. I knocked out the guards, dragging their bodies somewhere less noticeable, and strolled into the treasury as if I was just going on a leisurely walk.
I had two small, brown bags strapped to my new—and angel-feather soft—leather belt. I stuffed the bags and my pockets with as many gold and iron ingots, and diamonds as I could. I also packed my inventory with them, though it looked as if I only cleaned out a small corner. I wasn't too sad about it though.
"I'll be back, my pretties," I whisper, joking to myself, letting out a dramatic sigh afterwards.Now, time to see what Mr. Fancypants is up to!
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LOCATION: Throne Room
MAX'S POV
[]. []. []. [].". . . And this is Princess Nicole, from the kingdom, Scaleswind!" A guard announces. I nod, obviously not interested.
Aphmau had invited princesses far and wide to get to know me. She had said, and I quote, "You've ruled this kingdom alone for far too long!" So now, she's getting every princess that will—supposedly, though not likely—be of my interest. Funny, right? Yeah, but it feels like absolute torture.
Nicole was escorted to her quarters, where she would be staying for the rest of the night. In the morning, I'll bet she's gonna greet me with some sucky flirting, a wonderful way to start my day.
"Aphmau, why must you do this to me?" I whisper, asking her as if she was in the room with me. In which of course, the Lord was not present. She said she was 'busy', and it was either an excuse to hear my suffering, or she was actually, genuinely busy. Though I can guarantee you, it's at least ninety-nine percent accurate that the second one is incorrect.
All of a sudden, all of the torches blew out. They instantly distinguished themselves, with no trace of who did it. The guards posted at the entrance of the room and on both sides of my throne went out like the torches. Not one minute after the torches, the men went completely unconscious, and fell to the floor.
"W-who goes there?! What do you want?!" I shout the question loud and clear, allowing it to echo through the halls.
My question was almost immediately answered with a figure cloaked in all black, the shadows covering his features (HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRAAAAND). He chuckles, making chills run up my spine (You feel your sins crawling up your back).
"I am no one, and I am everyone. I am nothing, and I am everything. I am darkness, and the shadows themselves."
Was that supposed to intimidate me? Because it was actually working. I shrank back into my throne, gripping the armrests. The male figure took out a sharpened dagger, grinning like a psychopath. I had a pretty good idea of why he was here now.
Another damned assassination attempt. The last one was done by an untrained peasant. This one might as well be successful, as none of my guards could break through the door that lead to me.
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LOCATION: The Conveniently Opened Window
YOUR POV
[]. []. []. [].I saw everything. Everything bad, at least. Including Nicole, I don't know why, but I don't like her. Though she has a nice taste in hair styling! But—Back on topic!
The man stalked towards Max. Why wasn't I doing anything?! I was frozen to the spot. My eyes were peeking through, so the rest of my nod wasn't visible as I was climbing on the outside wall of the castle again. Y/N! You are the Metal-Eater, feared by some respected by very few? That's not very reassuring.
Aargh! Clear your head! Snap out of your stupid trance! Your old friend is about to be murdered in cold blood!
That got me moving. I couldn't bear to live with the kind of guilt that a man that was there for me long ago, was killed by nitwits who wanted to seize the throne. How horrible would that be?! My life is already pretty sucky.
I kept from the stone brick window, sprinting fast enough to smash the figure's head against the wall. I snatched the dagger from his hand, using the handle to knock him unconscious. He fell to the floor, and so did the dagger.
Max was slowing down his breathing, obviously studying his hero. He was still uneasy though, but it was easy to see why."W-w-who are you?" He stutters out. I held in a giggle. Same old guy.
"Did it hurt?" I ask. He raises an eyebrow, easing himself back into a comfortable position.
"Did what hurt? He didn't touch me, thanks to you." The King says, giving a small smile.
"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because you have significant facial trama." I joke, trying to lighten the mood. Max's smile grows into a grin, until he can't contain it."HAHAHA! That's—That's so funny! HAHAHA!" He laughs, tears rolling down his face in joy.
"I haven't laughed that hard since! Since. . ." Max realizes.
"Since four years ago. We talked for about two years through the walls." I told him. His eyes widened in realization. Max glances at the metals I had stuffed in my pockets and pouches.
"You . . . Y/N . . . Metal-Eater . . ." He put together. I just nod, not knowing what else to do. . .
. . . Until he fainted. A little too much for him I guess.
"What am I to do with you?"
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