Beaurmont
The Born Again Novice
Night turns to dawn as the sky grows bright, and nocturnal creatures turn in for the day. Farmers begin the morning early and scuttle along on their routine. Yet, fear still grips their conscience, as the knowledge of their leaders death lies in darkness. The citizens of Dominion went from angry roaring in the streets to quiet despair, retreating to the safety of their homes. It's been a week since the Queen's assassination, and people shrug it off like a bad dream. The lively streets of Dominion are empty and desolate. Guards making their rounds for the day march along borders, watching for anything and anyone suspicious. All exits and gate have been blocked off by sentries, trying to ensure the assassin would be trapped within Dominion's borders. No one leaves or enters.
The few mercenaries that made it in before the lock-down have scattered across the city. Some rest nearby in inn's, others at taverns. Most have already reported to the castle, getting outfitted to join for the recruitment. Those who have been approved by Sir Charles will join in on the mercenary brigade, and will take direct orders from the prince.
The wealthy and noble families have grown uneasy with the increase in mercenaries, believing that such "low tier filth" should not be allowed to fight along side the prestigious knights of Venesia. Sir Charles says otherwise, and aside from the prince and castle adviser, his word holds the highest authority. Small talk of rebellion has risen up in several places, from both servants and petty merchants to high standing magus. The adviser has tried to calm the masses and prevent disarray, but to no avail.
All of these conflicts brought great stress to him, but it was his job to shoulder such burdens. And now part of his job was to wake the prince.
William began making his way to the prince's room, exhausted to no end. He passed by a few servant maids who seemed rather distraught, but he shrugged it off as unimportant, he had no time for this. The long halls always gave him time to ponder his current situation, it brought him slight respite in these chaotic times. The sounds of his footsteps echo in his head. If only you were here Liazol...you could fix everything. He let out a long sigh and shook his head. He is no longer around, I have to move on. Not just for my sake. The prince's door came into sight and he hurried his speed, Zelin was supposed to be awake half and hour ago.
He quickly knocked on the door a few times to contain his composure, but when William heard no response he simply let himself in. "Prince Zelin you were supposed to be-" He started, only to find an empty room and open window. "-Gone..." This didn't surprise him in the slightest, and he quickly realized why the maids had seemed so concerned. ZELIN. William walked toward the window and looked out on the garden before him. The prince and his mother used to play in the garden together long ago, now a distant memory. William frowned, it seems he cannot forget the past that easily.
"Um...Chancellor. Please forgive me, I-I saw the prince leave but..." William turned around to see those same maids shuffling nervously. He sighed a started rubbing the bridge of his nose, this stress would be the end of him. He held up a hand to wave them off. "No no...it was my job to wake him. I'll track him down, continue your duties please. There is much to be done." And with that he walked by them again as they bowed with respect. This will be the death of me I tell you.
Zelin grinned proudly as he watched William walked away from his window defeated, this was his chance to try and meet the mercenaries up front. His hiding under the bushes was a great idea, just like when he was a kid. He slowly crawled out and brushed himself off. With a huge smile and skip in his step he sprinted toward the courtyard where many of the mercenaries would be meeting.
The few mercenaries that made it in before the lock-down have scattered across the city. Some rest nearby in inn's, others at taverns. Most have already reported to the castle, getting outfitted to join for the recruitment. Those who have been approved by Sir Charles will join in on the mercenary brigade, and will take direct orders from the prince.
The wealthy and noble families have grown uneasy with the increase in mercenaries, believing that such "low tier filth" should not be allowed to fight along side the prestigious knights of Venesia. Sir Charles says otherwise, and aside from the prince and castle adviser, his word holds the highest authority. Small talk of rebellion has risen up in several places, from both servants and petty merchants to high standing magus. The adviser has tried to calm the masses and prevent disarray, but to no avail.
All of these conflicts brought great stress to him, but it was his job to shoulder such burdens. And now part of his job was to wake the prince.
William began making his way to the prince's room, exhausted to no end. He passed by a few servant maids who seemed rather distraught, but he shrugged it off as unimportant, he had no time for this. The long halls always gave him time to ponder his current situation, it brought him slight respite in these chaotic times. The sounds of his footsteps echo in his head. If only you were here Liazol...you could fix everything. He let out a long sigh and shook his head. He is no longer around, I have to move on. Not just for my sake. The prince's door came into sight and he hurried his speed, Zelin was supposed to be awake half and hour ago.
He quickly knocked on the door a few times to contain his composure, but when William heard no response he simply let himself in. "Prince Zelin you were supposed to be-" He started, only to find an empty room and open window. "-Gone..." This didn't surprise him in the slightest, and he quickly realized why the maids had seemed so concerned. ZELIN. William walked toward the window and looked out on the garden before him. The prince and his mother used to play in the garden together long ago, now a distant memory. William frowned, it seems he cannot forget the past that easily.
"Um...Chancellor. Please forgive me, I-I saw the prince leave but..." William turned around to see those same maids shuffling nervously. He sighed a started rubbing the bridge of his nose, this stress would be the end of him. He held up a hand to wave them off. "No no...it was my job to wake him. I'll track him down, continue your duties please. There is much to be done." And with that he walked by them again as they bowed with respect. This will be the death of me I tell you.
Zelin grinned proudly as he watched William walked away from his window defeated, this was his chance to try and meet the mercenaries up front. His hiding under the bushes was a great idea, just like when he was a kid. He slowly crawled out and brushed himself off. With a huge smile and skip in his step he sprinted toward the courtyard where many of the mercenaries would be meeting.
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