A chill wind brushed through Roxas' hair, it's icy fingers lacing through his sandy mane. It was a sure sign that summer was at it's tipping point and soon all his subjects would reap their harvest, but would that be enough.

Roxas looked down at the rest of the kingdom that would soon be his. It had gone passed noon and he decided to watch from his balcony. The satin white crossed keys emblazoned upon the chest of his black doublet almost shone in the summer sun.

This has been a long summer, but will the winter be merciful upon us? The question rang in his head. Twilight kingdom has seen many winters of its time. When the strong gusty blizzards of the north came, the large white castle of Twilight stood tall, unbowed against the elements.

Roxas took his gaze away from the town below him and walked over to his desk, a book that was laid out on a page depicting one of the battles fought between his family and a liege-lord that conspired to attack the Twilight keep.

Then a rapping came from the door, Roxas closed the book after he called out with a cold

"Enter."

From the door came Axel, his smirk smile that was permanently on his face. His armour depicted the halo of flames, on a grey field that was a sigil of his house.

"Your grace."

He greeted as he closed the door behind him.

Roxas didn't move from where he stood, his hand still resting on the book he was reading from.

"Sir Axel. May I ask why you have come to my solar?"

the fire knight walked passed him and towards the platter which held a tankard of wine and two chalices.

"No reason, I just want to visit my lord and have a brisk drink, that's all."

Sir Axel explained, but Roxas could sense a lie beneath the curtness of his words.

"Don't insult me with false courtesies. We both know you were here sent from my father."

The knight finished the wine quickly by drinking it all in one go. He spoke again, once he laid the silver chalice back down on the platter.

"You know me too well, Your grace."

He said as he turned, the smirk still upon his face.

Roxas turned away, his anger staring to grow, knowing that his father can't trust him, after all these months.

"May I ask what does he want this time?"

Sir Axel walked towards the door, Roxas could see the two silver and red chakrams clinking against the scabbard.

Roxas has heard stories of his house being skilled with such weapons, but as he was a knight, Axel was more comfortable with holding his weapon, rather than having a finite amount and the possibility of missing, but he kept them all the same, but the legend stays when he enters the battlefield, enemies would flee at the sight of the fire knight, whose fury was fiercer than dragon fire and his efficiency with blades are unparamount.

"don't worry, it's nothing too bad. The king has some news for you."

Roxas didn't say anymore and followed the fire knight to his father.

Axel led him to the door that was was father's chambers and stood aside to allow the young prince to walk in.

the King's bedchambers was luxurious as much as any kings' would have. A four poster bed covered with the finest silks from the far east. The hearth was carved into the likeness of a dragon. And tapestries of there sigil covered the walls.

The King was sitting at the desk writing, his crown sat beside the parchments. It was in a familiar shape of thorns formed from night gold. At the front of the Crown stood two keys, crossed over each other, also from night gold.

"Your probably wondering why I summoned you?"

He said in his chill, deep voice. He turned to see his son, his yellow eyes burying in Roxas' own skull.

He was told multiple times that he never did look much like his king father. His father has tanned skin and white hair, while he had more fair tones and having golden hair. Talks of his mother's infidelity within the bedchamber was the news of the whole city at the time of his birth, but his mother was adamant of her faithfulness, something that they had to believe to her very last breath.

"Probably you want to scold me for the cause of a riot somewhere in butchers lane?"

Roxas said mockingly, but Xemnas wasn't perplexed by the answer. He turned to the desk and passed a piece of parchment to his royal son.

"A Raven was sent from The Hollow Bastion, they wish to seek an audience with me."

Xemnas stood up, clutching the crown in his hand and walked over to the window.

Roxas inspected the parchment to make sure it was true to his father's word. What was left of the wax seal was still attached to the parchment, the gold wax which held the heart sigil of royal family Hikari. A sense of giddiness sprang up inside him. Without his father, he could rule in his stead.

"I want you to go."

The words were a sudden blow to him.

"Me? Why?"

Roxas could see the anticipation of the rage that he had shown through his response.

"They won't listen to me, nor want to seek an audience with an insolent son of yours."

Xemnas looked down at the black crown for a moment before he placed the crude metal work atop his brow, making his appearance even more menacing.

"I have matters that have needs of great assistance here, I cant just leave them. I will give you a message to give to the heart king for my forgiveness."

Xemnas handed the scroll of parchment from the table, after he sealed it with black wax, stamping it with the two keys of his house. He held out the scroll for his son. Roxas reaches up, accepting his duty, not before Xemnas snatches it back towards him.

"Do not allow anything to distract you from what you need to do. These people are not to be trusted. Ask them for food, wine, women, anything and you will be under the protection of a guest."

Xemnas then sneered as he handed the message to Roxas.

"Of course they may not take it too kindly if you bed some of there maids."

Roxas' temper was a aroused once more, but he soon calmed himself again.

"Don't worry father, I'm sure they will have the heart, as much as you to trust me."

Xemnas could only laugh at the outburst. He walked over back to the desk to continue writing.

"Well we'll see, you have shamed this family before, why not another time."

With that Roxas took his leave with Axel following en suite.

"So when do we leave,your grace?"

Roxas walked down one of the dark hallways that lead to his room.

"On the morrow. Knowing my father, he would want me to leave soon, very soon."

The accusation that he made earlier was beyond the call of duty. I will show him. He thought to himself, as he looked down at the scroll of parchment. The twin keys almost glimmered in the light of the sconces on the walls he passed them.

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Sorry for the re upload guys, I just realised I used a unrevised version. Won't happen again. :}