In the older days, we traded good and items. its that now, the year is 1617, London England, the first king (in this world) is Y/C. a Tyrant, falling for a peasant criminal. PM ME FOR MORE INFO AND RULES!!!
I sit in the silence of the throne room, apparently waiting for some peasant to come in and plead their innocence. My advisor stands nervously beside me, the papers in his hands were shaking almost violently and disrupting my silence. I sigh loudly and he flinches, making the papers rustle louder. Before I could say anything I see a guard walk past the door, turn and walk inside, standing near the door, he bows and announces the Royal Gaurd will be bringing in the peasant now. I sigh and nod, becoming annoyed already.
I laughed as they dragged me in the throne room, my messy black hair curled and un-kept, my eyes wandering to a nervous advisor, with a very expensive looking necklace....if i got out of here alive, ill steal it, but if he fights, well that would be 12 people to my list of deaths. i looked up to the king. "Hello Oh..Great Tyrant Of This Land!" I mockingly say, the guards hush me and they start with a list of ALL the things i've done. 'Kingdom Loves There Damn Lists...' I Thought
My eyes widen slightly, and I look at the peasant in front of me, being sarcastic and rude when I have the power to kill them if I wanted to... I smile at this, somewhat enjoying have a change in audience. I soon grow bored of hearing the crimes and I demand the guards to stop listing off the crimes and just say the most immediate and important. They then told me of 12 murders that had happened. I don't show my surprise as I sit in silence for a few moments then saying, "Murder, huh...? I could deal with this in a lot of different ways..." I glance at the peasant boy, unable to read their expression.
I laughed, my grey eyes meeting the kings. I chuckled, like the court fool, i made myself fall, and even steal a key from the guard. "What shall my punishment be? Oh the thoughts! run over with horses! Impaled! Be-headed! the choices of the royals are barren!" I fooled, my eyes gleaming with acceptance "Or! OR! Life In Prison!" I Laughed, a guard suggested that i was be-headed, i laughed up a storm, "Whats i gonna be!?!? You're 'Majesty'!?" I Yelled, a guard putting a sword to my neck. Funny.
I chuckle softly, amused by this man's confidence. I then smile darkly and say, "How about..." I think of all my options, all the choices of torture. I then say calmly, "Guards, swords down. I demand he be put in prison for life." I had a smile on my face while I had questions in my eyes... Why is he so confident and unafraid of death? Is he suicidal? Maybe... Though I think he may have a plan and I am just allowing myself to fall into his hands... I smile at the thought and demand the Guards take them away.
"HAHAHAHA!!" I Laughed! "I Guessed It Right! Life In Prison! Finely!" I laughed, they dragged me away, me unknowingly leaving a pendent, given to me by my mother, its golden chain lined with silver. As I was dragged more into the dungeons a kept laughing, "Finely! Finely! FINELY!!" I Chucked, tears in my eyes, the hue of grey darker now, why could i not get death? all i wanted was the release of it. we reached the cell for me. the guards tossed me in, i still laughed, my eyes spiritic with laughter
I see a pendent on the floor, golden and silver... clearly expensive and possibly stolen. I stand up, walking over to it, my large robes dragging on the floor and making it hard to move quickly. I sigh in disgust and then pick up the pendant, curious on how the person got ahold of something like this. I click my tongue and a nearby guard walks to me, bowing his head and beginning to say, "Yes, Your Gra-" I cut him off, "What was the name of the boy you brought in?" The guard hesitates and says, "I do not know, M'lord." I slap him mercilessly and demand he finds out immediately. He nods and walks towards the dungeons and cell blocks. I let out an angered sigh and start my walk to the messengers room, eager to send a request for a new outfit.
I sat there, quietly, the guards left long ago, a new guard came to me "M'Lord Demands You're Name." He said, I laughed, back into my state "Oh my name! you'll never guess for my name is not with S!" I laughed, barley able to contain my laughter, my laughter erupted from the dungeons, making its way to the throne room, and then some, my hair was dirt ridden now, messy, and...even more dirt. as i spat out my riddles for my name, the guard got irritated, and went inside my cell, "Listen here Scum!" He said, pulling out his sword "you're name or i'll have to report a 'suicide' to the king, i kept laughing "HOHOHO HEHE!! Woe Is Me!" I Laughed, my eyes gleaming more with hate for this guy "Oh! nice keys! i like them!" I laughed, my hands on hold of the keys, he put the sword to my neck, "Name or else!" He said, more mad at me, "Cayde" I said, annoyed "Ale Stealer" I Slumped down, my dirt stained tunic messy with the kinds of dust in the cell.
I was finishing a letter to the lead clothing maker in my kingdom when my guard returns to me, his face somewhat red as if angry as he bows and says calmly, "M'Lord... The peasant boy says his name is Cayde. " He goes silent after that and I nod, the guard bows his head and asks, "May I go now, M'lord?" I stand there a moment then say, "Take this to the Royal Messengar, then your free to go. " He nods and says, "Yes, Your Grace." He takes the letter and leaves without another word. I stand in an empty room now before walking to my chambers and changing into an equally heavy outfit, the only difference was I had ditched the robe. I then begin the long walk to the prisoner cells... I then shudder at the thought of all the disease and murk in there, yet I wished to speak to Cayde directly... Right before entering a guard stands in the way and says, "I apologize, M'Lord, But you shouldn't enter here, it is ridden with disease and filthy lowlives." I then say grimly, "I then request you bring me Cayde. Bring him to the throne room once again, and tell him if he decides to get cocky or rude I will make sure he gets a punishment worse then death."
Faintly, there was a yell, "TRY ME YA COWARD JESTER!" A Prisoner yelled, the guard ran in and dragged me out, i was laughing so hard from the 'plot' in there, "HAHA the fool! the jester! the man-fool!" I Laughed, no- chuckled, my eyes fixed on the throne room, until a few women passed "hey ladies into street rats?" I jokingly flirted and laughed more when the guard dragged me faster "OH THIS IS GONNA BE FUN!" I Yelled, chuckling, I headed my head into the guards back, making him flinch, and i laughing harder, "Oh The Laughter!" I said as we stopped in the throne room
I sit on the throne, though instead of sitting properly like I was taught I had my legs swung over the right armrest, and a bit of my body draped over the left side. I roll my head to the side and look at Cayde, his laughter echoing in the throne room for a few seconds before dying down. I sigh and then swing my legs over back to the front, resting my elbows on my knees as I look at you directly. I then say, "Cayde... After being dragged away you seemed to have dropped this." I lift the pendant and hold it with my pointer finger and then saying, "Where or who'd you steal this from? I don't want an angry lord on my hands." I say, a bored expression on my face as I then say, "Don't get any ideas either, I'm not up to your sarcasm or rudeness as of now, Cayde." I say, and I don't seem to notice one of the guards beside you snickering quietly, then going fully silent.
"I...its From My Mother." I Spoke truth, and of trust as i explained, in truth how my mother made it and gave it to me, my eyes peered down, the guards whispery mocking me, and calling me a 'snake' for the lies i tell, "Anything else..." My voice was calm and monotone, my eyes hurtful to you're glare, my laughter had died out. my smiled faded and was dead. so was my eyes. dull and lifeless, clearly, it meant something to me. my arms thrashed around, trying to break free, but could not.
I immediately grab the pendant and say, "Why should I believe you? A murderer and a thief, Why should I trust you?" I stare directly into your eyes, a smile on my face as I begin to play with the pendant. I listen to the guards speak about you yet do nothing to stop them, I never did... I allowed them full roam as long as they obeyed me and treated me with the highest form of respect.
I laughed, i kept laughing. i kept on laughing until i thought my sides would die. "Because, My mother was a high priestess, do you know nothing of anything!?" I mocked "Some 'King'! No not King TYRANT! TYRANT KING HAHAHAHAHA-" A the Guards put there swords to my neck, "Quiet" they said in unison "You wouldn't try to kill me...right? on the tyrant kings...pretty carpeted floor.." I chuckled, my gaze on the king, my tunic reeked with dirt and dust, same with my cloth trousers. my messy, messy hair some how- more messy and dirty. "What's I gonna be?~" I cooed, jokingly 'flirting' abit I grew semi-quiet with laughter. awaiting more.
I dont say anything, a smirk on my face as I repeat what you said, "Tyrant King? Hmm... I like it, sounds strong and dark." I say, going back into the position I was originally in. I then say calmly, "I would let them kill you if I wasn't feeling merciful right now. " I hear one of my guards scoff, so I clear my throat and I hear silence. I then hold the pendant in a way that if I pulled hard enough, it would break the pendant from the chain. I then say calmly, "Tell me why I shouldn't break this, Oh wait, don't... Im the Tyrant King, I don't need to listen to my people demands. " I say, a dark smirk on my face as I temptingly pull at it.
"Don't do that!" I shouted, rushing, the guards grabbing mt and holding me back, "I'll kill you, Tyrant!" i spat, like a cobra to mice, or a sparrow to a squirm. my eyes pecked at youre soul, youre eyes the windows to my truth "Break that and ill kill you!" I shouted more, breaking free from the guards and rushing forward more, before being caught again and restrained by swords "The Gods Hate Tyrants," I Said, Scoffing as i tried rushing closer when you threatened to break it again
I stare at you darkly and say, "Well good thing I don't believe in the gods." I then smile as I snap the pendant, then throwing it to you, one of my guards catching it out of instinct, then dropping it to the floor. I laugh aloud and then say, "Well, Gonna kill me, peasant?! Here's your chance!" I yell, a few guards now entering the room after hearing this, walking towards you in unison, their hands on their swords.
I broke free of the guards, they BOLTED after me, i ran faster, my breath running out, i pinned you to the throne 'wall', a guards sword in hand, to you're neck. The guards edge closer, ready to plunge me off you. i see a window of hope, i take it and bash you into the throne 'wall', the guards edged closer about to grab me when i bolted ot a window, its open wide so a human could leap out, i smiled, crouching on the edge, i laughed, my mothers broken pendent in hand "See You At Dinner Tyrant King" I mocked, planning to kill you in you're sleep, I leaped off, below was thankfully a HUGE bucket of water, being made into wine for the king, i splashed into it and bolted out "My Bad Ladies!" I said running
I didn't make any noise as I feel something warm and liquidy run down my neck and I watch as my guard bolt to the window while a different guard runs to me and helps me up... I say in a somewhat dazed voice, "Why are you touching me...? I didn't give you-" I suddenly felt a wave of lightheadedness and unnatural heaviness in my legs. I felt myself collapsing as my guards suddenly rush to my sides, all speaking at once. After everything went black I woke up a few hours later in my bed, a woman in all white beside me, bloodied rags on my table. I sit up and ask what happened, my hand going to the back of my head, feeling a bandage around my head... I get out of bed, ignoring the woman talking to me. I then walk into my throne room, seeing blood on my throne and someone cleaning the floors. A guard then informs me that I wont be eating dinner in the hall tonight, and I was told to stay in my chambers with three guards for a few days and nights.
I bandaged my neck from the untimely event at the castle, i hid in a cave, an old camp for others, but a home for me, they never found the place i was hiding my stuff when the caught me i was there for hours, i knew that the king would be either in his chambers or hidden away inside, i choose to look in his chambers "one more leap and im there" i struggled, my voice low. i made it to the chambers of the king, "two...three guys..i got this" i said, my bow in hand, the arrow tipped with a poison built to pass out. i shot the first guy, asleep. i missed the secound guy, shot twice, missed once. alseep, the next i drew my sword and knocked him out, "So Tyrant King." I Spat, "Why, why did you do that?" i asked, grabbing a few value things and stuffing them in my bag.
I look over at you, not scared or even nervous. I then say calmly, "I wanted to agitate you..." I looked tired and I say calmly, "If you plan on killing me, go ahead... I wont put up a fight." I say, holding my hands up and then letting them limply fall to my sides as I collapse into a chair and look at you. "Well? Are you going to kill me? The 'Tyrant King' you hate so much?"
I laughed slightly, "Grab my hand" I bargained "go ahead Tyrant. Grab my hand." I said, holding out my hand to him, guards rushing into the room, i turned to flee, getting grabbed by the guards, i struggled, a sword riding into my chest, i twitched for a moment, content with this death, my eyes looked to you, the guards picked me up, awaiting you're command on what to do, the blood seeped from my wound onto the floor, "Finely..." I mumbled, my light fading in my eyes so close to the thing i wanted more then anything death.
I immediately stand up, outraged by the guard who took it into his own hands to deal with this. "You Idiots! How dare you! Someone take him to the medical room! And you!" I point to the guard who stabbed Cayde, "I sentence you to High Treason and Death by the sword!" I yell, my eyes were full of rage. Two guards grab him as he limply follows, his eyes black. I then watch as guards flood the room, grabbing Cayde and carrying him away. I go to my few dead guards, closing their eyes and whispering a prayer to the gods... I then stand up, turning and walking to the medical room.
At this point, i was about to pass out, my blood was flowing like a river, i heard the Tyrant Kings words a tried laughing at it, i could not. as we got to the medical room, I looked to the faces giving me hate and remorse they knew my 'status', they just wondered why I was being pardoned by the King, if i was to be alive by day break, I'd be in his debt. Not good I you asked me. I laughed as they laced me down on a bed, the guards more angry at me. they whispered something to the medical woman and she nodded, I could make out what they said faintly before i passed out, "Poison his medicine, make it look like he died of blood loss we don't need this Rat here."
I walk into the room, watching as the old woman cleans the wound quickly, wrapping the wound and making a herb mixture for every time the wound was cleaned. I watch as you go limp and I demand my guards leave the room. They nod and leave, the room silent now the whispers from them had been silenced. I look at you, a small bit of sympathy in my eyes.
my heart beat slowed, i was weak and limp, i chuckled lowly, a monotone laugh. "Come to pity on a Street Rat, Huh 'Tyrant' King?" I Said, coughing up light blood i smeared it off my face, "Or Come To gawk at me?" I plead, my arms limply at my side, hands lose, eyes locked on the king, i grew quiet as the sharp pain started again in my chest.
I don't answer and after a long silence I say, "Don't speak, you'll bleed out." I sit in a chair near your bed, watching you as I say calmly, "No, I didn't come here to pity you or to..." I cringe then say, "or to 'Gawk' at you... I came to make sure you were still alive before your life sentence ends." I say, disgusted by the words commonfolk used.
I chuckled, "Awww....the King has a soft spot for a street rat how loving" I cooed, limply making a heart out of my hands on my un shirted bandaged chest before putting them back to my sides "And Im Pretty Sure-" I Coughed more, thicker blood. "My medicine Is poisoned" I said, "My blood should not be this-" More blood came. "thick." I finished, i could not keep my eyes open longer, i whent limp and fell into a fight of life and death
My eyes widen, standing upright again as I shout as loud as my lung would allow, "GUARDS!" Almost 30 guards run in, swords drawn and bodies tense. I turn and scream, "Get me all the medics in town!" They all fight their way out of the door and run to the town crier. I then turn to the trembling medic beside me, sobbing and trembling. I grab her neck tightly, not allowing her to breathe as I say grimly, "Help him, or die right here...right... now." I say, my eyes locked onto her. She trembles and goes to her medication cabinet, opening it and grabbing our best medication for poison, forcing it down Cayde's throat and then crying into her own hands as she says, "G-Give him one e-every t-tw-two hours!" I sigh, calmer as I say, "Thank you, for almost killing him." I had a dagger on my side, always on me in case I was kidnapped... I take it out of its sheath and plunge it into her stomach, a smile on my face as I whisper, "And your welcome for your well-deserved death..." She whimpers softly and I tear it out of her, her body trembling a moment then collapsing to the floor.
I was fighting life and death, when i seen the light of the torches and i jumped up to an up right position, coughing up lighter blood, normal. when i seen the King stab-and kill the medical woman 'All this for me- or no? eh ether way I'm in pain!' i thought, clutching my chest i was in so much pain i was in tears, my other ego was gone the guards eyed me, questions in there eyes, my hair was covering my eyes, thankfully, the king was still stabbing the medical woman when i awoke.
I watch as Cayde sits up quickly, coughing up blood. I drop the dagger, watching many herbologists and medical men and women flood the room. I demand, "Which one of you are the best of the best? One herbologist and medical person!" Two people step forward and the others leave. They immediately knew what to do and I sit down, watching in silence.
They rush to my side and un wrap the bandaged, not properly on, they go medical grade bandages made from hide of animals and vines, "Don't Touch Me There-!" I coughed, they did not answer for hours of wrapping me up, i was mostly annoyed until they asked to leave and that they're work was done, "He'll make a full recovery" they said, my eyes where cold and peering to the King, not a Tyrant in my eyes.
I was tired and wanting to go to my chambers and sleep, yet I felt like I needed to stay and make sure my guards wouldn't kill the boy in his sleep. I nod and allow the people to leave, looking back at the boy... I mumble, "Feel better now?" I look at the dead woman on the floor, her skin an unnatural pale and dried blood on the floor.
"Better, But...why all this?" I said, my eyes grimly looking to the King. "Why Are you helping me, A Street rat, a thief, a bribe, not to mention a killer." i looked away, hurt and in debt to this Tyrant King, "Looks like i'm in debt to you." I mumbled, laying down, hissing in pain slightly
I don't answer, my eyes look away from you for a few moments... I then look back at you and ignore your question. "Yeah, maybe..." I sit a bit taller, looking at you. "How do you feel...? I mean, you were just stabbed..." I say, head slightly lowered.
I chuckled, "I'm fine Tyrant." I softened up a bit to this King, my gaze soft to his, "You're men are strong and honorable" he sighed, "better then any other kingdom, i've...'visited'" i said, showing lots of scares, slashed and stabs.
I laugh softly and say, "Really?" I smile and say, "Well, thank you for the praise." I stand up, walking to your side and looking down at you. "So... Why are you so fond of calling me 'Tyrant'?" I say, my eyes were full of question and humor.
"Its A Nickname, Tyrant" He said, holding his chest more, in pain, he hissed, his eyes narrowing down and he hunched over in pain, whispering curses and hate, he leaned over some, unknowing to the kings seat.
I was still in pain and leaned on you, i fell into sleep as i layed there, content with this, blood bleed slightly out of my bandages but i did not mind, my hair covered my eyes, sleeping and calm, like the wind and sea outside, "M'Lord- What are you doing-?" A Guard asked, confused by the kings new face with this action "Anyway...M'Lord, you're parents are visiting from there Kingdom up west, they will arive by tomorrow, the message got here late..."
I sigh and wave the guard away, allowing the boy to sleep. I then stand up, putting my arms under his legs and neck, carefully picking him up and carrying him to my chambers, laying him on my bed. I collapse into a chair, closing my eyes and sighing, slowly falling asleep as I listen to you breathe.
My breathing was slow and calm, in. out. in.out slowly, i felt me being lifted and put down, maybe in another cot/bed, i did not care, i was to weak to move, i slept soundly and heard the soft breathing of another
(Gaurd POV) I walk into M'Lords chambers, head low in respect as I then notice him asleep in a chair, the street rat in his bed. I scoff in disgust. How could M'Lord care so deeply for someone so worthless? I shake my head silently, whispering under my breath, "Despicable." I then raise my head high, clearing my throat, though he doesn't awake. I stomp my foot and clear my throat again, waking him with a start. "I apologize for waking you, Your Grace, but I have news!" He yawns and waves his hand, allowing me to continue, "We have news that an assassin has killed Lord Byron and Mistress Katie, both wealthy lords and mistresses from your kingdom! I am here to ask if you will talk to your subjects on this matter?" I look at him, holding my breath and puffing out my chest as he nods tiredly, going back to sleep. I laugh softly, then leave the room, my eyes looking back at the street rat, growling softly then shutting the door.
(Assassin's POV) I watched from the roof as a guard awoke someone in a chair, possibly the kings servant or the kings lover, my target was the king and his hand, ill tak out the one in the chair first then the other in the bed, i pulled out my dagger and a slight sound echoed. (Back To Caydes POV) I looked to the roof, a figure blacker then night, i seen a blade be pulled. i looked to the King, as i looked back the figure was closer, to me
I was asleep in the chair, unaware I was in any danger. I breathe out softly, my expression calm and relaxed. I move slightly, making a soft noise in my sleep. (Gaurd POV, Downstairs, Looking out Window) I see a figure on our roof, looking towards the kings' room. A sudden realization goes through me... The street rat had a backup to kill the king. I scream out for the other to follow as we run to the stairs, guns in hand as we begin to run to his room, the door locked since I closed it. I bang on the door, no answer. I start bashing my weight into it, though it didn't budge... I began to hate the thick design for this door, though I admired it due to the fact we couldn't get in, meaning it was strong enough for the Rat's backup... Though at the same time, the backup and the rat were both in the room, killing our king.
//OOC: Gun? this is Medieval ;-;// (Assassin's POV) I crept to the man in the bed, i did not take a second look, i stabed down, but my blade was follyed by his hands "Get Out Of Here!" The man yelled, the guards shouted outside the door, 'great.' i thought, i cut his hands more and more, still he did not budge, "HEY TYRAN KING! GET OUT OF HERE!" He yelled louder, in pain.
I sit up quickly, seeing a dark figure standing over him. I take a small breath, unsheathing my dagger and running towards him, adjusting it and then bringing it down hard on his shoulder, missing the target of his head. I growl softly, proceeding to dodge an attack towards me and I tear the dagger back out of his shoulder, holding it out in front of me defensively as I yell, "Cayde! Open the door!" The person attacks again and I block my neck with my arm, getting stabbed directly. I yell out in pain, then transfer my dagger to the other hand, failing to stab the person as I feel the dagger go to my throat and a hand on the back of my head as I can hear his heavy, pained breathing. I freeze, trying to look back without moving. I drop the dagger, holding my hands up in front of me, my breathing heavy as I could feel the blade press against my skin. I look at the boy, Cayde, in front of me and I mouth the word, ' Door '. I then give you a small smile, my attempt to tell you everything was okay.
My Eyes widened, i did not think, i turned to rage and took to the kings aid, i knew how to help him, but i needed time, i needed an hour, time, time, time, its of the need. i rushed to the door, as the guards got in, they grabbed me and got to the kings aid, shouting words of hate to me, i was held to sword-and crossbow point, they said for sudden death, i was bound and my neck was to be slit right there. the king not able to speak, could do nothing to stop them, i pleaded it was not me, they did not listen and slit my throat. i looked to you, smiled as the blade cut into my neck.
The moment I saw blood come from your throat I screamed, tears form in my eyes and run down my face before I could even attempt to hold them back. I shove my arms back, the person dropping the dagger. I shove through my guards and drop to my knees beside you, sobbing and screaming. I grip your shoulders and shake you violently, my body trembling. My guards had a look of anger and pity as they watch me shake you, though they do nothing to help. I hold you to me, hugging you tightly as I sob...