The Courtier (A Vampire Diaries Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

*A/N* So this story is meant to be based on the tv show the Vampire Diaries however it will not include any of the characters. This story will simply use the rules and supernatural entities of the Vampire Diaries. So this is my first fanfiction and i'm basically writing it to try to improve my writing skills so feel free to comment any helpful tips or constructive critisism. So here we go..... *A/N*

        Charlotte Sinclair walked down the narrow stone hallway of Sinclair castle, her hands bound behind her back in thick tight ropes. Her head hung low as she walked guards flanked her on both sides as she was led down the hall into the dark depths of the dungeon below. The rich flair of the ruffles in her dress meant nothing now as she was thrown roughly into the dark cellar. As she lay uncomfortably on the cold ground she twisted around to look back behind her and heard the slam of the iron door to her prison. Through the bars she watched as the guards turn and left the way they had come leaving her to the darkness.

                                                                --------------------*Flashback*----------------------

*Charlotte POV*

       Lightning struck outside though the dark stormy clouds as I walked down the castle hallway illuminated by the candels on the walls. The cold night air blew in through all the open windows making a chill run down my spine. The entire castle was silent except for the thundering of the storm outside and the whistle of the wind though the trees. I quietly made my way down the hall taking a silent stroll through the halls at night. Storms such as these could be dangerous if you were unlucky enough to be caught in one, but I loved to sit and watch the rain fall down. There was some beauty in the chaos of it all, in the unpredicability of the storm.

        My feet made no sound on the cold stone floor as I progressed forward getting close the grand entrance of the castle. Soon enough I found myself facing the grand doors that were at least 4 times my height. I looked up at them before turning to make my way back to my room the storm thundering in the background. The thunder knocked against the wooden doors behind me as I walked away, and then again louder. I turned around just as the third knock resounded against the strong wooden doors. That wasn't thunder.

        The knocking continued and I hesitated rooted in place and caught off guard. A noise behind me made me jump just as a group of guards started rushing past me making their way towards the front door. 

        "What's going on?" I questioned them.

        "Two men ma'am,caught out in the storm." One stopped to reply before rushing off to help the other guards open up the sturdy doors and raise the gate. The doors eventually creaked open to reveal two men just as the guard said standing in the rain soaking wet. One man stood hunched over obviously wounded either from the storm or something else. He was being proped up by the other man who by the looks of it couldn't have been much older than me, but his dark features gave him the appearence of a man rather than a boy. 

        He walked in hesitantly and wearily scanned the room around him. His gaze landing on mine for a second before continuing his scan of the castle before returning to help the wounded man beside him. I felt a breeze pass me as a figure rushed by clothed in robes and red velvet. The torchlight illuminating the castle glinted against the metal of the golden crown that sat upon his head. 

        "What happened?" He questioned his commanding voice resounding off the stone walls.

        "These two men your majesty. They were found caught out in the storm." One of the senior guards replied. The king looked up and down the two newcommers to his castle his eyes resting on the crest stitched upon the old man's chest and then took in his condition.

        "Come inside." He greeted rushing them inside. The guards took this as a sign and rushed to help the old man that was bent over. "Get him care immediently." the king commanded. "Then show this young man to the guest room in the west wing-"

        "Sir," the young man cut off the king. "I would like to stay with my father." this was the first time he had made a noise in all of the chaos unfolding around him. His voice was deep and matched his dark features that stood tall no longer bent over the old man.

        "Of course." the king replied making no notion to the fact that he had been cut off. I stood there silently looking on at the scene as people rushed around me. The king ushered both men towards a doorway the guards following them before he stopped to watch the crowd leave through the arch. After everyone left, the room was oddly quiet as my father turned to face me.

        "What are you doing up this late?" He questioned.

        "I -" 

        "You should go to bed." the king cut me off directing me towards a set of stairs to my right.

        "But whats going to happen to them?" I asked.

        "Thats nothing you need to worry about now go to bed."

        He spoke it as a command so I knew better than to argue and turned and headded up the stairs towards my room. I reached the wooden doors and opened them slowly and headed towards my plush quilted covers and burried myself amongst my numerous pillows wondering what happened tonight.

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*3rd Person POV*

        The medical ward was quiet at this time of night with the storm brewing just outside the window. It was quiet for the most part a couple of knights lay in beds wounded from battle and other reasons. They lay in the other room quietly sleeping through the noise with the help of a few sedative herbs. None of them heard the commotion as guards rushed into the ward illuminating the room with torches and glinting metal. 

        "Lay him down here." The head guard said guesturing to an empty bed as the nurse rushed from her quarters in the other room. She pushed passed the rows of guards to look down upon the old man.

        "Whats going on here?" She asked taking in the man's condition.

        "He was found in the storm, appears to have a broken leg ma'am" One guard stated.

        "I've got him for now, you can clear out,  lord knows the poor man dosen't need you lot hovering over him, now go." she shooed them away and ushered them out of the room before turning to her patient. 

        "I can fix a broken leg, but it's gonna take some time." the nurse said and began to make a splint which she then applied to the man's leg. After she finished her work she stated that the only thing left to do now was rest and gave the old man a poltice to ease the pain and left returning to her quarter.

        The two men sat quietly in the dimly lit room: the old man laying on the bed, the younger one sitting on a stool at his side. A movement in the darkness caught the younger man's eye and he stood up staring at the darkness. The movement continued and another man stepped out into the shadows. 

        He appeared to be middle aged with a short haircut and closely trimmed goatee that connected over his upper lip into a mustache. His dark eyes scanned the scene before speaking.

        "Everything went according to plan?" He asked.

        "Yes, fa-" The young man began.

        "Ahem." The man coughed.

        "Yes, Lord Ciro." The young man corrected himself.

        "And you know what you must do?" He prodded.

        "Yes, I am ready."

*A/N* So this is my first ever fanfic I hope you guys like it please comment and tell me what you think. I would mean the world to me :D Thanks! *A/N*