The Night Of The Rebellion
Nightingale leveled the last of his attackers with his sword in the mock attack for his audience. While his friend Janice would be watching with curiosity. She'd not seen him for two months after coming back from the states visiting her friends.
When he moved. His right shoulder popped a little at the same time after knocking the last attacker to the ground. Nor did he wait to see on whether the smaller man was unconscious.
He'd an audience inside of his throne room to discuss business in regard to the recent rumors of another rebellion gathering.
Whether it would be against his country, himself or other government officials. He didn't know. However he will find out from his sources outside of the palace. He will be keeping this aspect from Janice after just back from the states only a few days ago.
When he wasn't looking. He didn't know on whether the fake match would be over. When in fact he was caught off guard and thrown. After knocking his sword from his hand and into the far corner.
He could hear the audience inside making noises from what just had happened to the prince.
And from the looks of things. Nightingale wasn't all too pleased with the total outcome of the match.
Nightingale stared up at his opponent after being knocked to the floor. And in sheer bewilderment. He did wish to continue on with this after losing once again.
Either his mind was on something else for the moment or he was truly losing his grip with his talents.
After a moment the guard having to knocked him down. He'd given his apology along with saying. "Anything further prince?"
"None Jeremy. Thank you that would be all for now." Jeremy gave him a bow before leaving for his quarters and be ready for his next watch.
Janice came over to greet the sweating prince from his match. "Are you sure your fine ?" She says with extreme concern for his well being.
"I'm fine. Even though his actions were a bit off at times, but he'd get me square to rights with the match." He said gently.
Meanwhile walking out of the exercise room to change. While Janice waited else where. While moving out into the throne room to greet any of his guests, including speaking with Janice.
Nightingale sat down carefully. His small sword now on the side of him. He would be some what sore. But he would manage it for now.
It was going to be at least an hour before he's able to really relax and talk with Janice.
It'd looked Nightingale didn't have his heart set on talking. He mostly just listened instead. Since he didn't wish to chat with anyone particular. Nightingale breath a huge sigh before finally the last of guests had left.
While asking Janice to walk with him over to the balcony and walking outside into the garden. With a silence only she knew too well.