AN: If you have read my story from another account called "The Rose and the Pearl" then, like me, you may thnk it wasn't...good. After an absence from the Wicked scene, I saw the show for the second time on the 24th of March West End performance and instantly fell back in love with the show (much love to Laura Emmitt and Savannah Stevenson) but anyways back to the story. I decided to redo my previous story so it will be somewhat influenced/based on George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire/its TV adaptation Game of Thrones so if you know what character maybe kinda resembles another character then don't tell anyone. One of the characters is maybe similar to another in Game of Thrones but all the rest, NOPE! So if you think you know all of what happens throughout the story then you're wrong...mostly. I'll post this chapter and if people like it, I'll continue the story but if not I'll still post this but very infrequently. Nonetheless, instead of starting with boring exposition let's start with a bang. Please enjoy:
Prologue:
"Joren!" What he found needed to be secret. He needed the man he trusted most in this city to deliver this.
The young man ran into his masters chambers, almost immediatly. "Yes, my lord?" he asked.
"I need you to deliver this letter" he said, grabbing the letter from his desk.
"You are to place this letter in the hand of Lord Frexspar Thropp" he instructed. "Not in the hands of his children" he sat down. "Not in the hands of his guards" he poured the red wax on the folded letter. "Not in the hand of his steward" he reached for his seal, the seal of the Hand. "Not in the hand of his wife" he sealed the letter and handed it to his wide-eyed friend. "His hand only"
"Yes, Lord Upland"
Lord Upland watched Joren leave his chambers and run down the long halls of the Emerald Palace. He needed to act quick, who else knows what he does but more importantly who knows that he knows. "Tonight" he thought. "Tonight, I ride for Frottica" He needed to get out of this city. He began the pack his things.
"Going somewhere Lord Upland" he heard from behind.
That voice. Her. He turned around hand on his sword but it was hopeless. Two swords pierced his sides, digging right through him and swiftly exiting. He looked up to identify his attackers, he saw Jorens lifeless, bloddy body. A woman grabbed him by the face and held a blade to his throat, its bite was red and cold.