1 | master of arms [gisborne]

Six

vaisey is the sass master, tbh. just look at him.

Vaisey sat on his chair, note in hand. Skimming it over and over again, his facial expression would rise, then drop, then rise, and drop again. It read:

Vaisey, everything is in order. I am sending my special envoy here to send a message. Make sure that you have everything in ready. I have a request, one that I believe that you would enjoy... and one that shall be completed. Do not screw it up, or you know what will happen to you.

From,
Prince John.

Vaisey sighed. Five days, just five days ago did he return, and he was already getting requests. But then again, he didn't mind... surprisingly. Vaisey put both hands underneath his chin, thinking. What would the Prince ask for? What task was appointed to him? Smirking, he hummed to himself thoughtfully.

Just then, the horns sounded. Standing, Vaisey smoothed out his black robe, adjusting his gloves. Pulling on his collar, he calmly walked to the door and put on a brave face. It opened, and Vaisey tried his best not to grimace. Instead, he smiled as friendly as he could.

"My dear friend!" he exclaimed as excitedly as he could. "To what do I owe this exquisite pleasure?"

Jasper, the envoy of Prince John exited the red and black chariot, fixing his red robe. Jasper had chocolate brown hair, a tea-stained colored gray shirt with brown straps, black pants and boots, and red gloves. He had a mustache that formed into a beard, same color as his hair, and dark brown eyes.

"I am here to give you something from Prince John," he said, climbing up the stairs with a scroll in his hands.

Another? I thought he said he had everything in order? Vaisey thought. But then again, he did say in the note he was going to get another message, but the question was... what?

"Oh, really?" he said instead. "And what would that be?"

Jasper reached the top of the stairs, looking Vaisey dead in the eye. "An ultimatum." he said.

The color seemed to drain from Vaisey's face.

Jasper walked inside the castle, and Vaisey grumbled in annoyance. Quickly following though, he had the door closed behind him. Jasper sat at a brown wooden table, where Vaisey sat across from him. The candles were lit, and they were alone in the main room to where people would first enter when coming into the castle. It was a big room with banners hanging... or at least some.

"This is from Prince John," Jasper said once he got settled, and he passed Vaisey the scroll, who took it hesitantly. "You made a pig's breakfast of your mission in the Holy Land."

The Sheriff cleared his throat. "Ahem, that wasn't my fault," he said, not bothering to bring up what had transpired at their little time over there.

"As a result of your blundering," Jasper continued, "the Prince is hurting."

Vaisey opened the scroll, and his eyes widened.

"And he's passing the hurt by creating an extra little tax..." said Jasper with a tiny smirk on his face. "Just for you."

Vaisey stared at the envoy in disbelief. He wanted to scream, he wanted to shout, he wanted to throw the candles in the envoy's face and tell him that this wasn't fair. Instead he said, "How much?"

"One-thousand crowns," he said. "A month."

Now Vaisey protested. "That's impossible," he said with a look on his face.

"Count yourself lucky," said Jasper. "The king wanted your head in a spike. Prince John protected you and your daughter, and demands you repay his loyalty. Otherwise, he will be obliged to..." he trailed off.