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Prompt: Evil Conniving Kings
"Raoul of Goldenlake!" bellowed Jonathon as he strode up and down the hallway, not looking very kingly with his cheeks puffed out and red. "Raoul of Goldenlake, show yourself now!"
A door opened and Raoul popped his head out, wearing an angelic expression. "Anything wrong, Jon?" he asked as he widened his black eyes innocently. It might have worked had not Raoul been taller than Jonathon and heavily muscled, with hamlike hands that would certainly crush any small childlike toy.
"Why did you not show up at the reception?" Jonathon demanded angrily, his blue eyes flashing.
Raoul glanced at the clock and grinned. "Really, Jon, temper, temper. I'm beginning to see why Alanna rejected you!"
Jon swelled indignantly. "She didn't reject me!" he protested. "She just...she just...declined..."
"Which basically means she trampled over your pride," Raoul replied wickedly. "I can't believe Thayet is going to marry you." He peered mock-suspiciously at his friend. "You haven't been using anything magic, have you?"
Jon sputtered incoherently, and then suddenly stopped. "You're trying to distract me!" he accused.
"You're smarter than you look," replied Raoul with a smirk. "Although the opposite is quite impossible..."
The King of Tortall resembled a tomato by this time. "Goldenlake," he stated threateningly.
The clock chimed and Raoul smiled sweetly. "Well, duty calls, Your Highness." The big knight seemed to take unholy glee from emphasizing the title, bowing to the shallowest degree, and watching his friend's face redden with rage as he sputtered. "The King's Own beckons!" He strolled off, whistling a tune innocently as his boots created dents in the floor.
Jon scowled after him, thinking hard; his eyes filled with a wicked gleam. "I know just how to pay back that backstabbing friend," he murmured to himself, fingers glowing with sapphire-blue magic. "At Gary and Cythera's wedding...oh, Raoul is going to be sorry."
A/N: People seem to want to know what exactly Kel used as blackmailing evidence - this is the first bit - and the second (and third?) parts should explain quite plainly. Oooh, I'm having tons of fun. Incidentally, Roald did have a crush on Kel during their page years, and I am being quite evil and not updating the Truth or Dare drabble just yet - unless I get tons of reviews. Just a quick teaser: Roald gets a most interesting dare, Merric gets pummeled, and Nealen of Queenscove is dared to sing a ballad to... Read and review please, everyone!