Royalty, especially those with a copious amount of riches, usually live in large palaces. Large palaces require maids, butlers, things of that nature. However, royal palaces would look horrendous with lower forms of people scampering about. So the palaces have back end hallways, to keep them out of sight. But in certain conditions, this rule can be broken. The King's attendant bringing important news is one.
The small man scampered about the halls, trying to relay the message as fast as he could. Soon he came across two royal guards, playing a game of checkers. The nearly launched out of their chairs and got to position guarding the door that led to the throne room, acting to be royal guards.
"Oh, it's just you." They said, hunching forward in relief.
"What does the little paper boy want with the king?" Said the one to the right, knocking the hat off Thew's head.
"There are urgent matters that he needs to attend to." He said, trying to walk past, only to be stopped by both of their strong grasps.
"No no no, you're not going anywhere. Let me see that paper." Said the guard to the left, referring to the paper in Thew's hands. It was a newspaper, to be precise. A newspaper that consisted of all the times the Stygian Knight had shown himself. In Thew's mind, all the times the Stygian knight had essentially done something atrocious in offense to the kingdom.
The men let go of him, getting ready to take the paper from his hands. The one on the right swung for the paper, but Thew ducked under it, before slamming himself into the door, barging into the throne room.
"Hey stop!" They yelled, running after. Thew reached the throne, kneeling before his king. The knights did the same, before grabbing Thew, dragging him back.
"Your immanence, I have urgent news!" The man from the throne bellowed in a voice of thunder.
"If it's urgent then speak quick before you're thrown out." He said, amusement in his voice. Thew stuttered, not sure of what to say without the papers, and in such short time.
"Ugh there, I Uhh- Someone is freeing the slaves!" He shouted in desperation. This made Byrith sit upright in his chair.
"Stop." He said to the guards. They let go of the small man quickly, before retreating to the basically unguarded door.
"Give me those papers." The voice boomed. He ran over and quietly handed the papers to Byrith. After they had been snatched out of his hand, he knelt. Minutes later, a large boom emanated from his fist and the armrest on the throne.
"WHY HAVE I NOT HEARD OF THIS TREASON!!" He yelled, standing up and looking down at Thew.
"Y-you have, your grace. You simply told me to make the Short-Sword patrol look out. I tried to tell you he's a much bigger threat-"
"SILENCE! He will spark war if we cannot deliver the slaves on-time. He's just one man, so you will set up bounties for his head or capture. You will make him a kill on sight to any patrol knight or things of the sort. Take any measure to kill him. He's one man, so this shouldn't take too long. You will lose the right to your knee-caps if you disappoint me. Now go."
The rage was nearly visible in the room as Thew scampered away.
You will burn, Stygian.
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The Stygian Knight
FantasyFrom ashes arose a hero. Bound only by the blood oath he made, no laws could hold him as his thirst for revenge lead to the most unexpected of friendships. However, will his fiery ties with the past burn the bonds that hold them together?
