October 23, 1345.
Cassidy's Fort,
The Queen's Mound,
Imras.
Lady Odeya Katarina Black
As Odeya crossed the gates into the castle, she couldn't help the feeling of deja vu that over whelmed her.
The first time she had crossed the gates, she had been an outlaw with a mark on her back and now as she crossed again, she still had a mark on her back seemingly more dangerous than the former. It was funny how somethings never did change.
She donned a raggedy brown tunic dress and woolen breeches with a small coif to hide her hair, holding a basket to her side playing the part of a villager quite well.
Khasi's guards had barely spared her a glance before granting her a pass into the castle grounds not noticing how awkwardly she walked with her bow dangling between her legs or how sturdy her boots were. Boots she had stuffed with small blades that would end some of their lives.
The other memebers of her little army had been doing their work over night; smuggling in and hiding weapons.
Khasi had gotten extra protection around the castle showing that she was afraid and indeed Odeya thought she was right to be.
She had left no stone unturned in preparing for the battle ahead with her father and Khasi even though they were made last minute.
She pushed her way to the front and scanned the towers, not missing the glint of metal and the slight shadows that darkened the corners.
Khasi really had outdone herself with preparations, a move she had predicted but what Khasi didn't know was that while her men fell under the effects of a little drug she had had smuggled into their drinks, others replaced them wearing their uniforms on the rooftops.
She smiled imagining the surprise on the Queens face when she saw her secret army were no longer hers and looked around for anyone that may have spotted her too satisfied grin.
Odeya looked up as the voices of the crowd rose in gasps of surprise, her eyes landing on the figure being dragged onto the raised dais.
A strangled cry escaped her to join theirs at his battered state.
He had been beaten thoroughly, she deduced, from the purple bruising running up his arms and legs and was currently being dragged around to pass a message to the people.
"Citizens of Myknos. I am your gracious Queen Khasi. Ruler of the now combined Shivish and Myknosian kingdoms. This man here," Khasi said, her voice booming over the crowd as she pointed at the still not moving lump that was Nicolas, "stands guilty of rebelling against my ascent to the throne. And whats the penalty for treason?"
She paused for suspense, expecting an answer but when none came, she asked again even louder.
"What is the penalty for treason?!" Her voice this time was laced with command and cold anger that seeped right into your bones.
Odeya was sure then and there that if it hadn't been for the training she had received from a cold and manipulating father then she too would have cowered back like the towns people.
"Death!" They cried in unison, voices laden with fear. Wether for their lives or Alastair's, she didn't know.
"Death indeed." She smiled with supreme satisfaction.
She waved a hand as she resumed sitting on the throne they just had to erect outside for her.
Odeya looked away from the mad Queen to find Nicolas already attempting to move.
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A Kings Surrender
Historical Fiction"Oh really. I'd say you really enjoyed my visit." He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He walked closer to her until she had to use her hand to stop him from crushing her against the wall. He bent his head and nipped a small line from her n...
