Overtaking The Throne

A Guard, Sir Tray and Brice, You'd Better Apologize!

Chapter Ten
A Guard, Sir Tray and Brice, You'd Better Apologize!

Herman was more than skeptical about flying a madwoman to go meet the man who scorned, well, not her, but her magical creature buddy. It didn't take too long to win him over, (bribery with the usage of his favorite food was involved) and when that wrapped up, we were off.

The air was chilly, but we survived.

Blah blah blah, other than that fact, the flight was fine, blah blah blah.

I'm done with details.

They'll be saved for a later date and a later time when my eyesight hasn't gone completely red.

We touched down at the castle. Not lightly, either. The hole from the previous attempt at the throne had been covered by wooden planks. So we made a new hole.

"Seriously?" Yelled a guard I half recognized. "I just finished patching up the last hole! Now this? You couldn't just use the front entrance or something?"

"Not now." With those two words and an impressive glare that could give Medusa a run for her money, he shut up. "Now someone find me Prince Brice before things turn to chaos." Purple flames shot up around me by my own accidental creation.

I have no recollection of whoever scampered off to retrieve him. I do, however, recall awkward silence as the complaining guard and I just stood there unmoving. The only noise heard was the crackling of my fire.

"So... How is your day going?" He asked.

"Meh."

"Yeah. Mine too."

The quiet returned. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but it never happened. Two figures walked into the room long before that.

One had black hair cut like someone had raked a sword through it. Somehow, though, he didn't look bad at all. His eyes were bright green, and his cocky smirk gave him an air of confidence that refused to be denied. I immediately took a liking to him. He seemed fun.

The other was ugly, with bright hazel eyes. Sure, he had height, but that didn't amount to a good appearance, His dark brown hair had a mind of its own. That's when I saw it; a shimmering crown sat perched atop his head.

Oh right, that's why he was so unattractive to me.

"Brice," I growled.

Seriously, was that guard good for anything? He didn't even head in the right direction to find the prince. Instead, fun dude and Brice just casually walked into the room, not even knowing I was here. They just appeared while having their own conversation.

Good job random guard number sixteen. Good job.

After hearing his name, Brice jumped. There was a quick look of fear before it transformed into... Embarrassment?

I wasn't sure. I just knew he turned his head away, face flushed.

His buddy's smirk grew in size. "So that's where your crown went."

I stormed over to Brice, the fire around me scorching pieces of tile.

"Brice, you have done something that will cost you. Now I've come to collect that debt."

"Fire Lady, what exactly did he do." Asked his buddy.

My flames extinguished. "Oh hi, I don't believe we've met before. I'm The Sorceress Diana, but you're welcome to call me Diana. I brake into this castle often to try to get Prince Brice off the throne."

"Oh cool. I'm Sir Travis, but call me Tray. I'm this doofus's best friend," Tray pointed to Prince Brice. "I'm also the one who he jumped in front of a bullet for."

We shook hands.

"Oh, that was you?"

"Yeah!"

"That's cool! I had heard about that happening before, but I was never sure if it was true."

"Entirely true."

"Okay, seriously?" Brice looked at me. "You like him, yet hate me? How is that fair?"

I shrugged. "You're evil." My flames returned, heating up the entire room like a steam room. "Now Brice, you are going to apologize to my Scorin, do you understand me?" I yelled.

Herman, from where he had been taking a nap, perked up.

"Did you not hear me? Apologize to Herman!"

"No, I did, but... Wait. His name is Herman?" Stated Brice, incredibly stupidly I may add.

"What's wrong with that?" My patience was at an end with this kid.

"It's just... Who names a Scorin Herman? It's dumb-"

That was when I lost all control.

Normally, I refuse to hurt anyone. It goes against what I'm fighting for.

This was my single cheat day.

So yes, yes I did kick Prince Brice in the face.

And no, for some miraculous reason, he was not burned by my fire in the slightest.

Did he fall over?

Yes.

"Herman I am so sorry," he whined. Luckily, his tone was sincere.

I beamed. "You heard that bud?"

He most certainly did.

Herman's acid laced tail swung wildly as if he was just a big puppy.

"Alright. Thanks Bricey. Sorry about your face, it won't happen again. Now we have got to go." I informed him before walking back over to my Scorin friend. I accidentally bumped into a guard, then immediately apologized. There was the quick sound of fluttering paper only loud enough if you were close, and I payed it no mind.

Sir (I love that title. It's so fun.) Tray's face showed just how perplexed he felt by my actions. "That's it? You stop in, demand Brice say sorry, cause some property damage, kick him, then are done?"

I gave a nod. "Pretty much."

"That is so amazing."

"Thanks!" I mounted onto Herman's back. "It was nice to meet you Sir Tray! Have a great day!"

With that, Herman took to the air. We were soaring above the clouds in a mere matter of moments.

"Oh man it's cold."

I zipped up my coat a little more before I heard a crinkling noise. Curious, I opened my coat pocket to find a small piece of paper.

Meet me at the castle tonight at eleven.

Then, it gave an specific room in the castle, followed by detailed instructions on how to reach it.

Signed,

Another faceless guard.