Dolfacora
Once upon a time in a small mill sitting on top of a small hill. Where hay was growing all around them. For miles and miles to come. Along with a wooded area beside the house. Living there was a man and his son. A boy who was born with golden hair and dark amber eyes. Oh how proud his was of his son. He boasted about his son to many, many people. They were polite and let him boast about his son. This was Rocinante. He wasn't really his son. He was a boy who was abandoned as a child. So. Sengoku took in the boy and raised him as his own. Taught him all he needed to know.
"Roci is so fine he can tread hay into gold." Sengoku grinned.
"Father stop before someone overhears your nonsense and takes you seriously." Rocinante huffed.
Then 'accidentally' set himself on fire.
But. It was too late. A man from the kingdom overheard Sengoku boasting about his prized son. Now. You see, Rocinante wasn't all what his father says about him. True he was very handsome and kind. But Rocinante was a very, and I mean Very clumsy man. To Sengoku it canceled itself out by Rocinante's good looks. Hoping one day he would bring home a beautiful bride or what not.
The guard who was overhearing the story, cocked a brow to this before heading back to the castle. He trotted into the castle hopping off his horse before heading into the large doors. Daz threw his cape behind him as he walked into the throne room.
Crocodile sat proud in his chair. Rings littered his fingers while a fat crown sat on his head. Gold was hung on his body as he perked up to his royal guard. Daz took a knee as Crocodile held his hand out to the guard. He stood approaching Crocodile and kissed his knuckles before taking a knee. Sat pressed his forehead to the back of his hand as Crocodile looked to his new rings.
"Sire. There has been a tale of a man who can thread hay into gold." Daz spoke.
Crocodile perked up to this, "A man? In the morrow I want him before me."
Daz stood and nodded before bowing, "It shall be done."
Then he turned and left the throne room. Crocodile held his hand out as a woman walked in with a wineglass and bottle. She placed the glass in his hand before pouring the bottle. It stopped halfway before she bowed and backed away. Crocodile took a sip from his glass before swirling the dark red liquid.
"Hay into gold." He muttered.
Rocinante perked up to the royal carriage stopping outside. Sengoku stepped outside as the blonde peered at them through the curtain. Daz held out a scroll having Sengoku take it and grinned. He turned to Rocinante and motioned him over. The tall lanky man stepped outside and stepped up to Sengoku.
"Pops what's going on?" Rocinante asked.
"You've been summed by the king. Go go!"
"Wh-What?!"
But it was too late. Rocinante was pulled into the coach along with Daz. He sat with his fingers laced and stuck between his knees. His head hung worried that he had done something wrong. To be summed by the king? What had he done that was so bad? His hand slowly came to his neck as a cold sweat washed over him.
"Relax. The king won't kill you. Unless you are lying." Daz said.
"About what? I haven't said or done anything to catch his attention." Rocinante said.
The carriage stopped as Daz perked up to him.
"We're here." He said.
Then he hopped out of the carriage. Rocinante followed poking his head out of the carriage to the castle. His eyes went wide before following after Daz into the castle. He poked into the rooms seeing guards watch as he walked into the rooms. He seemed to shrink seeing the intimidating eyes watching him.
