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-A Flame that Burns Brightly, but Quietly-
Years passed after the villagers received their new King; a mysterious one he is. He rarely makes appearances during the day or night time, but when he does he slowly walks the dirt roads on his land with no escort by his side. He knew no one dared to challenge him, for rumors of his strength and skill with his sword that hangs so loyally to his hip are unrivaled. And those that are foolish enough to challenge him, disappear. Through the years he slowly turned an almost ruined village of shabby huts into a prosperous town with stone pavements instead of dirt. Crime nearly came to an extinction under his rule and it became safe for children to roam the streets even when the sun began to set. But the new ageless king new that there will always be an underbelly of rotten corruption on his land.
The old mad kings influence has yet to be completely wiped clean.
And he knew that influence will be a stubborn rotten decaying puss sore that will be stubborn to rid himself of. A task that is made all the easier due to the new strong bonds he made with the neighboring kingdoms and cities with generous donations made to the poorest parts of his new neighbors cities. The money of course provided from the previous rulers' private treasury. One such city provides the aide of their most valued and skilled spies and assassins while the other kingdom offers their strongest mercenaries and fighters. Their service has proved useful many times over when their aide was needed, thusly so that he made arrangements to keep the ones he personally selected in his kingdom for further use.
All this preparing, all the weeding out of corruption and rebuilding the patch of dirt village into a bustling town was not for the townsfolk. He did what was necessary to get them in an acceptable mood and not let their foul nature destroy his plan to obtain what he truly desired.
The owner of that wonderful lavender fragrance.
The very day he took this land and was graced by the wonderful scent it filled his senses; even at night it haunted him. When he roamed the streets taking in the surroundings of the town he searched for the aroma like a blood hound and on the occasion the wind would carry it to him. Letting him know that what he wanted was still within his grasps, and the owner grew stronger each day. He knew his patience will be rewarded. But his efforts might be dashed before he can find the silhouette that haunted his mind.
The villagers are starting to talk that their new King was some kind of monster.
Far be it from him to call them lairs. He heard these rather colorful rumors when he would disguise himself and roam at night. He found these accusations rather amusing and quite the handful of them turned out to be rather true. It would matter little to him if these people feared him but it would break him if his desire did. He overlooks the town from the vicinity of the balcony watching every movement of the bustling townsfolk with his amber eyes. To him their movements are slow enough to where he can view every detail of the individuals features, from the wrinkles on their faces to every stitch in their clothes. And every sound they make is crystal clear to him that no whispered secret is safe from his ears. He remained unmoving from his spot even when the leader of his spy faction approached him.
"We found a smuggling ring last night. Some of the late monarchs guards were smuggling opium."
"And the provider?" His voice held some indifference.
"A female doctor," the spy came to the Kings side making his stature minuscule; it didn't mattered to either of them when it came down to skill of the sword. "by the name of Takani Megumi. With the medical equipment she had on her person along with resources she was able to make an abundant amount of opium. Upon further investigating she was forced into this line of work."
The King still scanned the ground like a hawk as he listened to the report when he noticed a small crowd gathering in the center of the outer courtyard.
"The man who forced her to into this new trade was a named Takeda Kanryƫ. An industrialist who sought control trough the use of drugs. We apprehended him after the raid."
The King listened on to what the spy was saying but paid attention to the growing ruckus on the outer court yard he sees a young boy being pushed into the middle of the ring the crowed has formed as three men entered in after him.
"Where did you put the doctor and her forced employer?"
One of the men kicked the boy in the stomach as another punched him in the face. The third was going to bring down a wooden sword onto the boys head but was stopped by another wooden sword belonging to young man in baggy clothes wearing a beige hat. The King watched intently on the young man.
"We put them in separate cells. One of the fighters started complaining about putting her in there."
The King watched as the young man got into a fighting stance to defend the young boy from the three assailants. He watched as the young sword fighter dodged, countered, and parried every attack they threw at him. And when it came time to attack he landed his blows precisely on target. The crowd cheered for the young man defending the boy as the three attackers couldn't land a blow on him. The three aggressors were on the ground tired and beaten. The crowd cheered some more as the winner of the fight helped the little boy up to his feet and dust the dirt off his clothes. No one in the crowed noticed one of the assailants slowly get to his knees and lunged at the victor with a concealed dagger hidden away in his shoe. The young sword fighter pushed the boy out of the way and sloppily dodged the knife with a minor cut to his arm.
The King smelt the fresh cuts small amount of blood. The aroma has a sweet richness to it; it mad his blood boil.
He struggled to get onto his feet as he frantically looked around for his wooden sword, finally spotting his weapon of choice he got up to retrieve it only to dodge another swipe of the dagger by rolling onto the ground making his hat fall off.
The Kings amber eyes widened at what he saw. The fighter was a young woman, long black hair cascaded down her back and it twirled with her quick movement as she settled back into her fighting stance. Her eyes are blue sapphires and her hair shone in the sun a beautiful blueish tint. Her face is undoubtedly young but has a matureness about it. The King couldn't look away at what he was seeing, what he sought for all these years is fighting right outside his castle. Then the air gave a slight breeze that carried the very fragrance that haunted him for so long.
Lavender.
His blood became hot. Turning on his heels he left walked back inside and curtly told two guards standing at post to follow him. His spy followed as well without being told. The King saw red the as he walked to the throne room and completely unaware that he was going at such a pace that the guards he commanded to follow had a hard time following keeping up with him; his spy had little trouble keeping up with his pace.
As he finally reached the throne room passing every servant and guard on his march. Before anyone could open the throne room doors he forced them open with ease. His mind was only set on getting to his woman, the woman whose aroma burned his senses every night and these vermin dare to harm her!
Blood boiled on thoughts of torture and having her in his arms and bed.
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