You have long been a supporter of John's claim to the throne. He was only a year away from turning 18, when he could officially take the throne of Lowas for his own. But now it seems those ideas are foiled, due to this ursurper.
That is, unless you start interfering.
You don't trust this new "king". He smells like bad news to you. But you have pretended to become his staunchest supporter; if you can get any information to use against him, you may be able to dethrone him. In what seems like a stroke of luck, you've discovered that he has no intentions of killing the princess Jade. You've heard rumors that he wishes to declare John dead and marry her, so that he will become king through her. At least this secures that she will live.
Presently, you are wandering through the palace, putting on an air of having lost your way. You've been to the palace thousands of times before, but you can play stupid due to your blindness. It's amazing what this "disability" has granted you. Not only do people pass you off as unimportant, not a threat, but the heightened abilities of the rest of your senses are remarkable. You can taste poison in food before it reaches your mouth, and smell lies and deciet from across the room.
The trail you are tracking now you have learned to connect to His Royal Assholery, Eridan. It's a strange smell; fervent and crazy. It would send shivers down your back if your backbone weren't made of the strongest iron. Turning right down the next hallway, you keep the bemused look on your face as you dileberatly wander in the direction of the smell. Its source seems to be coming from the next room; you hear a quiet conversation taking place.
"wwell wwill you do it?" Eridan's voice asks.
"May8e. What price are we talking?" from a voice you have never heard before, "These are pretty high stakes!"
"wwhen you get me that ring ill havve an entire fucking kingdom at my disposal. wwhatever you wwant wwill be yours."
"I like the sounds of that!"
"then wwe havve a deal?"
"You 8et!"
You turn and run at the sound of scraping chairs. Neither of the people in that room can know that you heard; your head would be severed immediately, you are sure. You're low enough nobility that no one would question it; you're almost on level with the commonfolk.
You make your way back to your temporary chambers. You had been on a visit here from your home in the deep forest, when the takeover happened. Fortunately this means your traveling clothes are with you.
"LOOKS L1K3 1TS T1M3 FOR A RO4D TR1P," you say, giggling.
Your name is VRISKA SERKET, and you just took a job that might have you living large for the rest of your existence.
You whistle a tune as you walk down the lane toward your home. You've got some traveling and investigating to do; if you're going to find this king-to-be John and steal his ring, you're gonna have to get busy! All while avoiding the law not loyal to His Royal Assery Eridan too. So many irons in the fire!
You barge in the front door of your mansion and start yelling at the maids to get your traveling clothes ready. They all know better than to question it; the last ones who did were never seen again. You continue your confident stride towards your armory to get some weapons for the journey.
Upon reaching the armory you encounter the last person you wanted to see.
"uHM, hI, mY LADY. wHERE HAVE YOU, uM, BEEN?"
"None of your 8uisness, page 8oy!"
"i, uM, wAS JUST CURIOUS, sORRY."
You laugh manaically. "Oh toughen up page 8oy! A little re8uke shouldn't leave you sniveling!" You laugh again, then decide to divulge your mission to your one friend. "I'm actually going on a jo8, okay? 8ut you can't tell anyone, got it?"
"uM, aND WHY, wOULD THAT BE?"
"8ecause it's not exactly a jo8 most people would want me to go on, dum8ass!"
"oH. wHAT ARE YOU, gOING TO DO, tHEN?"
"I'm going to steal the king's ring! You remem8er the rumors, about how the king-to-8e ran off with the heir's ring? Well I'm going to get it 8ack for the new king!"
The page boy TAVROS actually looks upset at this news, the idiot! "tHAT, uM, DOESN'T SOUND LIKE A VERY, uM, rESPECTABLE JOB,,,"
"Fuck off! It'll give me enough money to live for the rest of my life, so I'm taking it!"
"i, uM,,,"
"What, Taaaaaaaavros?" You ask threateningly, "You got a pro8lem with me doing this? Are you going to question your superior's decisions now?"
"i JUST, tHINK THAT YOU ARENT, tHINKING THIS ALL THE WAY THROUGH, uM, pERHAPS."
You slap him as hard as you can across the face. It sends his scrawny form to the floor, and he trembles in pain. You stand over him, shaking in rage.
"D8n't ev8r questi8n me ag8in, g8t it?"
You hear a wimpered "yES,,,", and, satisfied, grab your knives and leave.
