"I want them dead. I want them all dead," the King's fist pounded down onto the armrest of his throne as he continued to mutter to himself, "Dwarf king and a human queen, how barbaric. And now, they have a little one on the way. Those crossbreeders; they must be stopped." He looked around the room. His eyes landed on Godric, his most trusted knight. "Godric, I want you to take 500 of our best men and ride on horse to Asindis," he spoke louder, his voice rang throughout the hall, "Make sure King Frerbin and Queen Rimilda are dead. Along with their child. I want their people slain, and those who aren't to be enslaved. Can I trust you with this deed?"
Godric nodded his head once, "Yes, King Tilmund, you can trust me. I will gather everyone tonight and leave midday tomorrow so we will arrive at dusk. Would you like for me to bring their heads, sire?" King Tilmund sat for a moment with his hand on his chin, running his fingers through his grey beard, looking down upon Godric from his throne.
"Yes, bring their heads to me, and you will be rewarded. If you return with their heads, you shall marry my only daughter, Athilda," as the King spoke, Athilda pokes her head out from behind his throne. Her bright blue eyes bore into Godric's. Her black smooth hair flowed down to her mid stomach as she walked out with a book held in her hands at her waist. "What do you think, Athilda? I think he'll make a great husband, and maybe even king someday." She smiles warmly.
"Yes, father, I would have to agree," she spoke softly as she stepped down the small staircase and walked up to Godric, "I wish you the best of luck." She straightened out his tunic and his chest armor as she looked up at him and smiled again. He blushed and cleared his throat.
"Thank you, m'lady. I shall see you when I return," he reached forward and ran his fingers through her soft hair, "Where we can marry under the stars and live a happy life together." She blushed as he finished speaking and grabbed her hand and kissed it gently. She nodded politely and walked back up the stairs.
"Go, go gather your men. May you have the best of luck," King Tilmund shooed Godric out of the hall. He spun on his heel and hurried out of the hall. I'm going to marry you Athilda, I promise, to the ends of Middle-Earth, Godric thought as he pushed the doors open and out into the open night.
