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Chapter 2: Memories
"Ow! Kiki that hurts!" Alice complained. She was ten and Kiki was nine. They were playing outside. Kiki was poking her while laughing like a manic. Her sister growled as the pokes grew harder. She jumped on her and they wrestled...
"Get the hell away from me!" Kiki snarled as two guards came near her. Alice was silent, tears were flowing down her face. It was later in that year. Roger had become king. They had just watched their parents being murdered in front of them. The door opened and Roger walked in. Kiki made a beeline towards Roger. The two guards grabbed her. Roger walked and stood in front of Alice. She tensed up in fear. He gripped her chin and lifted her head up, making her look at him.
"Such beauty" he muttered. Her eyes filled with fresh tears. "We'll use this as a slave. Now this one," Roger nodded towards Kiki, who started to struggle again. "This one will be in the dungeons,"
"Who says?!" Kiki snarled. Roger stood in front of her. She glared at him, silently daring him to do anything to her.
"I say so. Because I'm king," he hissed. "Take them away," At his orders the guards dragged them off: Kiki was going down to the dungeons, Alice was beginning her 'training' as a slave...
Alice awoke with a start, sighing as she got out of her small bed. Things would have been different if Roger had not become king. Right now she would be married: as it was custom in Tortall. The council had past yet another law. This one declares that once a girl reaches the age of twelve, they would be allowed to marry. Jonathan would make a better king, she thought. He thinks of people and their feelings. She changed into a blue maid's uniform. Here goes nothing. Alice thought and got ready for her day.
Roger sat at his throne, smirking. The council members were on either side of him. His cousin sat before him in chains. There was a look of pure horror in his eyes and face.
"Jonathan, you have been brought here in the account of attempted killing of the king," Seri stated. He was both a council member and a guard. Jon's head snapped up.
"I didn't! He's my cousin!"
"Was. Was your cousin," Roger told him firmly. "I am no longer related to you,"
"Roger!"
"ENOUGH!" Seri bellowed. "I have heard enough. Jonathan you will spend time in the dungeons until further notice,"
"I didn't do anything!" Jon yelled as two guards-Brandon and Josh-picked him up and dragged him out of the throne room. Roger cackled. Now that Jon and Alanna were out of the way there was no stopping him. When Jon was out of the room, Roger turned to the council.
""Now that was taken care of: I have a new law to pass," Roger's smile widen. "Once a girl reaches twelve she will be able to marry,"
"I like," Seri muttered. "All in favor in passing the law?"
Every council member raised their hands…
Roger growled and opened one eye. Alice was straightening up his room. Now he knew what had woken him up. He stood quietly and sneaked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she jumped.
"M-my lord-" she stammered, startled.
"Shhh," he kissed her neck. Alice started to struggle a little. Roger flung her onto the bed.
Jon walked into Alanna's room. She looked up from her packing with violet eyes that blazed with anger.
"'Lanna? What's wrong?" he asked, snaking his arms around her waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder.
"The bastard is sending me to Scanra. He said old Maggot needs help. Ha! As if! I don't believe him." Jon sighed and stroked her hair.
Jon awoke with a start. The sun was peaking through the small window. He sighed. He could still remember the look in her eyes. Her temper and charm were two of the things he loved about her. Jon shook his head. Roger acted quickly, he thought. Way too quickly. He must be stopped before warfare breaks out in Tortall. Gary was acting as his spy. One of the things he told Jonathan was that Roger was setting the Tortallans against one another. As king his father would never have permitted it. Jon knew if his father had heard of a rebellion during his regim he would stop it. But this was Roger. He must be stopped, he thought. I will break out of here and return Tortall to her former glory.
