An Offer
Disclaimer: I don't own King Galbatorix or Murtagh!
A knock sounded loudly on the door at the entrance of King Galbatorix's throne room. The current residents of the throne room were King Galbatorix himself, and his slave rider Murtagh. King Galbatorix cast a withering glare at the door, and called out.
"Enter!" he called out in a cold commanding voice that could make the proudest noble seem like nothing more than a humble slave. Murtagh idly wondered who was knocking, and turned to look at the door. The door was heaved open, and a girl was roughly pushed in closely followed by one of Galbatorix's guards. The girl brushed herself off and curtsied before the King. The guard performed a deep bow.
"What is your business with King Galbatorix?" Murtagh queried. Galbatorix gazed at the visitor with an air of indifference.
"She wishes to speak with the King," The guard answered.
"And why would you bring her here, did it not occur to you that she might be a spy?" Galbatorix thundered. The guard was trembling so hard that it did not seem that he would be able to answer. Then to Murtagh's surprise the girl answered.
"I am here to offer you, great king, my services," She spoke clearly never lifting her eyes from the floor.
"Indeed, and what might those services be?" Galbatorix's voice was low and dangerous. Murtagh knew that an answer that did not suit Galbatorix would result in death.
"I would prefer to show you," The girl said carefully. Murtagh groaned inside that was not an answer that would likely please the King.
"Perhaps," Galbatorix said. A clanging sound and shouts echoed outside the door. Something scraped the door itself.
"It would be good of you to open the door," The girl said quietly.
"I think not," Galbatorix said coldly. The door was heaved open from the outside, and the shouts were heard clearly. Suddenly, five wolves burst into the throne room. The girl turned and left out a sharp bark. The wolves slid to a halt and sat watching Galbatorix and Murtagh. Murtagh gasped in surprise the girl had spoken to the wolves, in their own language. The girl looked up and her grey eyes flashed.
"These are my services," The girl gestured at the wolves "Trained wolves, they could be your majesty's and rider's personal guards, or they could be a part of the army," Murtagh gasped, and Galbatorix smiled wickedly.
"What would you want in turn? You obviously have a deal in mind," Galbatorix said. Yet Murtagh could tell that even as he spoke that he was breaking into the minds of the wolves.
"I would like the life of-" The girl was interrupted by two of the wolves leaping at her. She ducked and two of the other wolves leapt at the attacking wolves. A pure white wolf managed to pin a deep grey wolf down. The light grey wolf ran from the throne room. The third grey wolf sat where it was.
"Three of the wolves had their minds fortified," Galbatorix murmured.
"Blade," The girl turned to the grey wolf who sat watching her, "Go and find Clover and bring her to me," Blade ran off after the light grey wolf that had ran from the throne room (Clover). "Excellent work, Lumi," The girl said to the white wolf who had pinned down the deep grey wolf. A black wolf walked over and placed a claw over the throat of the deep grey wolf.
Shall I kill him? The black wolf spoke through thoughts that it did not hide from Galbatorix or Murtagh. The girl turned to look at the wolf.
"Yes, Torix. Please dispose of him," The girl turned her back to the wolves and looked up at Galbatorix. Murtagh watched transfixed as the black wolf, Torix, slashed the throat of the deep grey wolf. Blood spilled from the wound in red rivers. The body convulsed, and then lay still and dead.
"Your offer seems to be a weak one, after all your own wolves just tried to kill you," Galbatorix sneered. A growl escaped from the black wolf, and the white wolf padded over to the girl and stood glaring up at Galbatorix with startlingly blue eyes.
"I assure you, my king, that all of the other wolves are completely loyal," The girl said.
"I will think your offer through," Galbatorix said.
"I thank you," She said.
"What is your name?" The King asked.
"Faellie," She said.
"Murtagh, please escort Faellie to a room," Galbatorix said. Murtagh and Faellie left the throne room. Both of the remaining wolves melted away, Murtagh assumed that they had gone to help the wolf, Blade.
Thorn, we need to dispose of this girl. Murtagh spoke to his dragon through his mind.
Indeed, she could be a powerful ally to Galbatorix. Thorn answered. Bring her to the dragon hold. Murtagh nodded and slipped a dagger up against Faellie's neck.
"You are going to come with me, and you are not going to make a sound," Murtagh hissed quietly. Faellie nodded weakly.
Author's note: Alright, please read and review, I have been planning this story for a long time. I cannot wait to hear what you think of it!