Sebastian was now sitting impatiently on a bed in one of the closed off rooms of the building. It was stuffy and needed a good dusting but that was the least of his concerns. Mostly.
"You want some water?" Frederick was standing stiffly to in front of him.
"Yes. I am feeling a bit parch for some answers?" Sebastian gave him a stern glare.
"Alright, you are correct. The truth is that I started an underground rebellion and plan to overthrow your parents."
"Goodness. Now I wish you just lie to me. Frederick Issak Randolf the third. Qu'est-ce que la merde! THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN YOUR HEAD." He could no longer sit to have this conversation.
"The FUCK is going on, your highness, is that your parents are deplorable rulers, and your people are left stranded in the streets, in the slums, wasted like turd flung on the ground while you get drunk in every pub open in the capital."
Sebastian was angry, and not by the blatant disrespect but by the way this had played out. However, the reaction Frederick had given him was something he had never seen on the blander-than-flour knight.
"What will you do when you get caught! When your head is pitched up front the castle walls for all to see!!"
"That will be better than nothing. Then my life would've actually matter than letting all this suffering around me happen!!"
"Do you really want to go up against them: The Church. You don't know what they've done, what they have already done and what they are willing to do."
"I have already seen the destruction they've caused with every dying kid in the street, every crib that have been robbed and with you. The look on your face every time you come out of that dark room disturbs me..."
Sebastian was surprised, he knew he didn't hide it well, but he would not have thought Frederick gave a damn.
"You know what they are capable of. Join us."
"HUh!?!"
"I know you aren't as dumb as you look, sort of. Either way, even you know you aren't dumb."
Now he was offended.
"Your highness, we could always need your expertise."
"You know I can't. You know I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't.Ican't.Ican't.Icant-"
Sebastian felt his eyes start to water and his throat tighten. He was gasping for air, and it felt like the walls were tightening around him. The room felt like it was spinning, and he stepped backwards until he fell on the bed. All he could see was the redness of the room, even in the faint candlelight it felt like the deepest darkest pits. He could still hear the crying and the begging. He didn't want Frederick to see him like this, so he gripped the blankets and wrap it around himself.
"I am sorry Sebastian. You don't have to help me." Frederick palm his back through the blankets and sat down quietly on the edge of the bed.
He continued the motions until Sebastian had settled down and more after that till he finally stuck his head out the sheet. Both of them revel in the calming quietness.
"I'll take you back now."
Although Sebastian groan at the last part he did not argue or fight back but instead composedly walk to the room door and waited for Frederick who followed and opened the door. They both walked out, and Frederick gave his goodbyes and tidings before the crisp night air greeted them. By now the roads were clear and the havoc was gone. Nevertheless, the knight remained cautious and took the safest root back to the secret passageway and back into the garden.
The tone that hung in the air was hushed. They walked together through the lavish halls of the castle that was now draped in eerie darkness. Rushed footsteps breached the tranquility as in the distance a servant came running to the two.
"Y-Your highness-" The maid hunched over to take a breath, "the queen and king need you in their chambers. Immediately."
With no words Sebastian left his knight with the servant girl and made way to his parent's chambers. The ordeal from before left him feeling numb in front of the big gold-coated double doors that led to his mother and father chambers.
Sebastian gave a court knock and waited.
"Come in." It was his mother, sounding sickly sweet as always.
He was thankful when he entered the room to see them fully dressed, not that it was a rare sight, just not a common one.
"You're back earlier than usual. Can't say that since these child's play uprisings are lasting longer than normal." His father was sitting on the huge love bed in the middle of the circular room.
"It almost had us in for a scare for you. We thought you almost died." His mother was leaning on the dresser not too far from the bed, checking for any signs of imperfections as part of her extensive nightly routine.
Sebastian all but gave a dry laugh, his mother snarled at the display, her hauntingly beautiful blue eyes piercing at him through the mirror's reflection.
"Anyways, because of that we are sending you away to Einshire's capital." She continued.
What?
"Don't worry son, there are beautiful women all around, even in the arrogant Einshierans. You were going there anyway for the mandatory noble's final education." His father chuckled.
"Such luck. To be in the heart of the empire, the heart of the church, Near the clergy at all times." Sebastian saw his mother shiver with perturb pleasure.
"Ces salauds." It came out of his mouth so quickly that he didn't even realize it until both of his parents to look at him.
"I mean such luck indeed. This is clearly exciting news." Quickly, he put on his famous boyish smiles, but his insides felt like strangling him.
The fuck. The fuck is going on.
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Inside the cave was wet and echoed with the dripping of water from the ceiling. As Nastius venture deeper and deeper into the dark hollow cavity he was somewhat amaze by the age of the cave. Its insides had been softened from centuries of erosion. This was no normal teleportation device. It was old and ancient, dating back before the Great War. Few people knew about it, and it has been long forgotten by the Church. Now, only vagabonds and mercenaries transpire within. Also, it was rather easy to use the device as it only required a good amount of magical energy by the user, unlike the modern ones used by the Church.
Nastius maneuvered quickly around the jagged rocks in the cave and found his way towards the center which is illuminated by a crack in the ceiling. He kicked the dirty ground below to reveal the outline of a magic circle. It was faint but still there. All he needed was a little magic, but the Ignasualt house was not known for their magic since they had very little. Unlike the Lascivian household who had zero magic but an enormous amount of what you would call divine luck.
With a deep sigh, Nastius ready himself.
Breathing deeply and clearing his mind of any thoughts he began by looking internally within himself. Finding his sies, the ame-cristal that exist within everyone, gaining power from his soul and feeling it pump through him. It was dark and heavy like the feeling of being pulled down by a big wave in the cold ocean.
"By the goddess Viva and from which all life comest, give me strength!!"
Ignastius felt heat in the palms of his hands as the magic circle began to glow. The debris and rocks surrounding it lifted up and then the cave was illuminated with a bright light.
It was too late when he heard the loud footsteps. From the midst out came the red paladins with their weapons drawn out. Unluckily for them, the magic circle had already been activated and Nastius could feel himself dematerializing. In the end, all they could do was stand there, watching.
"I know not what you have stepped out of your borders young prince of Ignasualt, but heed this warning: DO NOT CROSS WHAT THE CHURCH HAS LAID OUT. Don't be like your father, fall in line."
One paladin had stepped forward to deliver the message with a voice lacking any ounce of soul.
Don't be like my father?
Nastius wanted nothing to do with him, but before he could dwell more on the message the world around him vanished and he felt the pull of darkness and a very welcomed chill. In an instant it vanished and when he opened his eyes, he was standing on a hill surrounded by tall trees.
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(Current Queen of Gailus)
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Prometi had been out of it for a while. Once he had gotten back from the rather mysterious and baffling chase, he was met with more confusion than answers. Firstly, his siblings were completely fine. They were all sleep when he gave chase to the intruders. Once he had figure that out, he asked his father to check the basement for the Gastius' family most prized possession; Guilliver's Sword. A very powerful weapon, symbolic of the Gastius family heritage.
It has been passed down from the years of The Great War up until now. Proof of their loyalty to the empire and to the people. It has been passed down to each heir during the Commencement Ceremony, where each prince of the four kingdoms would be crowned and enter the Alexandrite College for higher learning.
However, when Prometi asked his parents about the swords whereabouts, his trouble mind was quelled with relief as nothing had happen to it at all. That relief was soon spiked with another worry.
"I surely chased two women out of the castle today thinking they had Rita but that turned out to be untrue. So, what do you mean nobody saw or heard anything??"
In the King's chamber a low fire was burning the illuminated that soft but worry faces of his parents.
"Prometi, my child, I am afraid to say that there was no one. All the guards and servants saw were you running out of the castle." His mother spoke up first, approaching him cautiously.
"No. I was clearly chasing them. They were covered by a hood." He wanted to make this as clear as possible.
"Alda, my love, there was nothing. The guards even looked around and found no traces."
Alda. A name from his great grandmother of his mother's side. It meant old and prosperous, the perfect description of Gailus' history. But it was a nickname given to him as a homage to her and was also another way his mother told him to 'shut up.'
It meant that there was not much else to say on this matter.
"Ah. I knew this day would come." His father spoke up from behind his wife, "I also made up a great myriad of excuses to escape this confine when I was your age."
He had stepped closer and put his two meaty and heavy arms on Prometius shoulder.
"We know you've been longing to breech these walls. I was about your age when I tried a similar approach, but lucky for you the time is neigh. Prometius Cecilia Alda Agnus Dacite Gailus, you will be going to Alexandrite College in two weeks' time."
Huh?
A quick laugh shared between both of his parents, and he knew that he just said his thoughts out loud.
"Isn't this what you've longed for darling?" His mother straightened his hair.
He was a mess.
"Yes, but-"
"Then enjoy it!! Come on, this has been quite a night." The king gathered his family in a tight hug.
Prometius was still confused. This was what he wanted but it felt anti-climactic and a little rushed. Usually, the Rites of Blessings or the Ascension Ceremony was a formal way to crown all the princes of Einshire, officially, that is. It is also accompained by a full year and a half in the Alexandrite Academy for vigorous studying so the future leaders can govern accordingly.
It only happened once a couple of decazes and held within the ninth tribunal of a court and on the eighth day of the third week. A very ordained day it was and everyone in every nation would be watching.
He knew he should be happy, but something just didn't sit right with him.
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