The Kingdom Heir

Chapter 17: Le Duel

Prince Sherlock Holmes

The week in which my 'guests' arrived there has been rumour and events in which magic was involved and it got under my father's skin. I was summoned this morning to a meeting with the council because there was a magic advertisement near the Castle's village which is giving my father headaches and he is more irritable than usual. I do not want to make him angry so I am in the meeting with my mouth closed and showing respect.

My father hired an assassin to capture the warlock and bring him to the court to set his trial and punish him. Today the assassin returned and he was not alone, beside him was a young man.

He is bound and he seems to be ill because he is deadly pale, he is thin as a straw. He is tall, his lips are small but his nose is big, brown-haired with honey eyes. He is a messenger most likely for the state of his hands, he is not used to manual work, he has long legs which mean he is fast and he is not too strong, nor muscled so he must be a messenger. 

On the other hand, the assassin is old but strong, sturdy, tall and he is broad on the shoulders making him seem more imposing. He is around forty-five, his hair black is turning white, his beard is still black and his eyes are piercing black. He wore a long cloak and a leather coat along with leather breeches and boots. The assassin never gave his name or a pseudonym just his services and his loyalty.

"My king" The Assassin said softly making a bow in front of my father as a sign of respect

My father nodded and signalled him to stand up

"I present you the filth on your kingdom" The Assassin said smugly proud of himself and pushed to his knees the warlock who was bound 

"I see that assassin, please do take off the gag so I can question him properly" My father said pleased by the capture of the warlock

Instead of answering the Assassin took off the gag from the warlock, the warlock looked at my father with hatred and despise and I could not blame him because my father hated magic, he banned it from our kingdom that is one of the principal reasons why our kingdom and the Moriarty kingdom do not get along. The Moriarty do not hate magic but they hate people who are more powerful than themselves

"Why have you terrorised my kingdom with your filthy and petty magic tricks?" My father began addressing the warlock with a rude remark

"I was ordered to" The Warlock muttered and looked at my father straight in the eyes making sure to show pure hatred towards him

"Ordered? Who ordered you to do such monstrosities?" My father asked indignantly 

"The Warlock Prince" The warlock said in a low voice almost hesitant and if I knew better almost afraid of him, or terrified

"Who is the one you know as the Warlock Prince?" My father asked raising both eyebrows not hearing that name before

"...The young Moriarty" The warlock said in awe of the name and of course, he said it with respect

"Send for the Prince James Moriarty" My father said outraged to a guard 

Then the gossip began everyone began to whisper under their breath about the accusation. There were only a few people inside the room, the royal family, the five members of the council, the assassin and the warlock.

Minutes later the guards came with not just my arch enemy but also my friend. John came down looking much better than yesterday, he was now sober and seem to have a massive headache which was obvious by how drunk he was yesterday. He was wearing brown breeches, a loose red shirt and a brown leather vest which made his hair look more golden. Prince Moriarty was wearing the opposite of what John was wearing, he wore a dark suit which I suspected was made by the most prestigious tailor or seamstress in the five kingdoms: Vivienne Westwood.