Personal Duties

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Mateo's eyes widened at the weapon in the boys hand, the cocky grin on his lips leaving his face as soon as he saw it unsheathed, his feet rushing forward up the steps, he knew he'd be too late, "No-!" The word ripped from his throat.
Time seemed to slow down and he thought about what had happened on his way here, the reason they caught to conquer was to bring their two kingdoms together, they had heard words of the boys sickly state and how he was left in charge of a kingdom that he could barely even stand in. He wanted to, no better yet he needed to have the boy by his side to help rule over both provinces. The people would not stand it if he were not with them. All the carefully formulated details of his plan for peace for both their nations, to create the strongest United People in the world. All of it was draining away, dripping down into the earth like the blood that ran from the last true humans flesh. All from this brash child who wouldn't hear him out first before killing himself.
A guttural cry sprung from him as he caught the boy, ripping the bottom of the robes off of the sickly kings garb, Carefully wrapping them around the knife pressed into the flesh, slapping the hand away from him to hold it steady. He would have been a fool if he hadn't thought it would come to this, however he had been naive to think there had only been a small chance. "Aaron!" He cried out looking to his closest friend, who had already made it to the top step, pulling needles and cloth from under the folds of his robes. Xavier at this time was demanding the ranks to search the castle and not to harm anyone, however he wanted those doors shut, looking out for his men. All three of them had grown up being trained in how to keep a man alive, but Aaron grooming to become Mateo's right hand man, made sure to learn the most.
As men filed past them in large circle, keeping away as to not cause any disturbance or infection, Mateo pulled a bottle of whiskey from his back sheath, a deep set frown on his face, "Tsk, what a waste, why did you have to be so brash? Not very becoming of a king." He said irritatedly, Aaron had pulled the knife from the wound and cut back the cloth. Mateo poured the drink over both of their hands and the needle, softly prodding at the skin around the wound to make sure nothing was pierced. "I don't think he hit anything vital.." Aaron muttered from his lips, his fingers meticulously working over the wound, spreading it slightly and soaking up the blood with cloths. All this time Mateo had a firm grasp on Leonan, making sure he didn't move.

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Authors Note: Underlined means I wrote this.