Princess Caroline of Merria hated the title "Princess", and refused to be referred to as such. "Caroline" suited her just fine, and at this moment, she was reminding one of king's servantsthis as they strolled the hallwaytogether, the servant obviously timid due to the lack of orders she was beinggiven.
"Also, my room doesn't need to be cleaned. I'm capable of that," Caroline said, shuffling her feet along the rugged floor. "Thank you for offering."
The servant nervously nodded.
"Where's my father?"
"He's in the throne room, I believe," the maid quickly replied, "He fell asleep in his throne again last night, so he's more than likely still there:"
Caroline nodded. The king spent a strong majority of the time at his throne, unconscious or otherwise.
Very abruptly, the princess and the servant began to hear loud noises of unrest coming from the direction of the front of the castle. The walls weren't the most reliable, and any noise could be heard if you wanted to badly enough.
I started almost an hour ago...if you're not interested, can you tell me?
Out in the courtyard, stood one cloaked figure standing over a half dozen unconciess guards. From the sound of the bell in the tower. There were more coming, the figure started walking into the castle. He opened the main doors and yelled. "Oh brother! Your younger brother has returned!" He yelled as he walked to the throne room.
The king, who was just beginning to wake up from one of his many slumbers, glanced up and made sharp eye contact with the man who had just burst through the door. "Brother," he scoffed, "I will admit that I didn't expect you to show your face in my palace for quite some time. You should be lucky I don't escort from my throne room right now."
Caroline sent the maid away and begin tip-toeing through the hallways, until she saw the back of a head stride into the throne room. As the doors slowly closed behind him, she pressed her ear against it and listened.
The man chuckled softly. "Nice to see your the same arrogant younger brother that I left when you were crowned." He gently grabbed the hilt of his bastard sword and couldn't help but softly grin. His planning go just as he wanted it.
The king rolled his eyes. "Name calling doesn't give you a throne, brother. Wisdom does. Not to mention, there was a reason that I sent you away after I was crowned." He narrowed his eyes, "What do you want?"
The figure chuckled softly. "I was the first born, that should give me the right of being crowned, not you!" He yelled. "And what do I want? Oh many many things."
The king drummed his fingers on the throne. "Don't use that tone with me!" He warned through gritted teeth. "Besides, how do you expect to get anything you want from me? You have no means of attaining it, and there is not a single magical, or otherwise powerful, being in my kingdom that would assist the likes of you!" He smirked.
Meanwhile, Caroline kept her ear gently pressed against the door, listening intently.
The figure chuckled again. "I did have the assistance of one person." He said softly as he gently put his hand around his neck. Hidden form the Kings view he had a old necklace. It's purpose is for a means of escape. He just needs to require his target first. "How's your daughter doing by the way?"
The King raised one eyebrow. "My daughter is none of your concern. And I've enjoyed this little discombobulated chat, but I have a meeting with a few peasants within the hour. If could excuse yourself out, then that would save my guards a lot of trouble."
The princess clenched one fist, catching wind of what was happening. She now knew that she needed to run, to hide.
The figure started backing up to the doors. "Of course I will. Besides..." He looked back at the doors. "My prize is already here." He said softly before he kicked the door down and he found his prize. The princess.