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(A/N) Unfortunately, with the shows gone, I have lost interest in the world of digimon fandom. Before you correct me, I know of the forth season but refuse to acknowledge it for reasons that are evidently the loss of any semblance to the original series. However, I did write this half-chapter before I moved on and thought it only fair to post it. If the demand is great enough, perhaps (and only perhaps) they will inspire me to do more.
Plight of Angels
Chapter II - Wolves at court
The Dynestian Royal Palace of Trent was the jewel of the country. The walls were draped with intricate woven tapestries, and the floors paved with marble. All envied its grandeur and its luxuries surpassed that of the estates of the wealthiest nobles, yet it retained warmth that comforted visiting dignitaries. Among the peasants, its innards were a right awe- inspiring sight; but the brothers saw none of this. It appeared as drab and dreary as any pile of boulders from the dim servant corridors. Of course, they expected no better. It was not as if they could casually stroll through the rich halls of a castle without raising a stir. Quickly and quietly they were lead toward the king's chambers in the midst of early morn, before the sun fully rose over the land. Following a sudden halt, they're guide wordlessly motioned to a rectangular formation in the brick. A simple tap on the left upper corner brick and the entire fixture swung out, revealing the first glimpse of castle's beauty the boys had seen since their arrival hours before: the captain's quarters. The king's living chambers were nicknamed as such by the palace attendees for the countless portraits and painting of ships and they're crews. The old man was enthralled by all sea going vessels, which was one of the reasons he himself had joined the royal navy as a lad and had ascended to designation 'Captain'. Of course this was no great feat for the then prince of the country. He could simply appeal to the general of his division and was granted an immediate promotion, unlike the other captains whose many hours and dedicated service enabled them to achieve their rank. Power and wealth controlled everything in Dynesta; even the alien brothers knew that, and these were something to Dynestian royal family was not lacking to any degree. A bulky elderly man stood in the center of the nautical theme room facing the window with his back toward them. His posture shifted momentarily as he heard the creak of the rusty passage door. At once he knew they had come. "You're late." Matt motioned away the guide and shut the door as quickly as possible before allowing himself to respond. "It took some work to arrive in the gardens, where we were ordered to meet your servant. Although we did manage more easily than expected, you really must beef up your security." He smiled. "Now to business, we do have other clients to see today." The King waved away the lad's comments and turned to a small sitting table to his left. Taking their places around it, the three men sat for nearly an hour discussing the job and it requirements. Both sides had many demands upon another. The King laid out his proposal and terms simply. They were to spend no more than one moth at the castle. He would make all of the arrangements and provide them with any necessities they would require. Under new aliases, he would introduce them into the royal court and his most trusted messengers would keep track of their progress. Their mission was simple. Seek out and eradicate the crown prince's mistress. The king already had some hints as to her identity, but he made sure the assassins understood that they were to do some investigation of there own. They would receive a quarter of their pay now and the rest would be given upon completion of the task. It seemed like a very straight forward assignment, until the King sprung an unexpected trap. "I'm sure I do not remind you that secrecy and fidelity is crucial to this job, but to ensure that your follow all of my guidelines I'm warning you. One false move and my people will swoop down upon you like an eagle who has found his prey. Then you both shall find yourselves sitting in the dirt of a cold dungeon cell. May I remind you that you have committed felonies in such numbers that I could give perfectly just grounds to have you both executed, or worse. I'm positive you understand there are many things far more horrible than death." Takeru growled. "So that's it huh? We do exactly as you please or you stab us in the back? May I remind you, I'm sure your subjects would not approve of what you are asking of us in the first place. So tell me what happens if we refuse the offer in the first place." "Then you die now. I have no tolerance for insolence. I shall make sure my subjects will never find out, and what they don't know can't hurt them. Or rather me in this case." Matt retreated form the table and paced quietly for a spell, allowing all of the information to seep in slowly and helping him to come to a conclusion. "Then we'll take the job. We have no choice. As I see it you are simply threatening us to make means to a end. I respect and can live with that. Though I'm not sure why you would suspect us of treachery. We never betray our clients. it's bad for business." The old king smiled in acknowledgement. "My men will escort you to your new rooms. You there!" the king pointed at Takeru, "Hence forth you shall be known as Lord Torren, second son to the earl of Bas. And you," he commanded gesturing at Yamato, "You, his elder brother, shall be called Lord Myron. Any questions?" Yamato glared at him. "Actually I do have a question. Can we change those names? I doubt it would matter if we used our real names. Or even our street names. I don't believe anyone would recognize them." "You'd be surprised. There are those among the members of my court that would gladly like to see my head cut off, and I am not willing to give them any reasons to dethrone me. You will use the aliases I have given you that is final. You mustn't even hint at your true identities until it is too late. Now if that is all, a change of clothing is set in your chambers. Get changed and I will present you to the crowd at teatime. You shall tell them that you arrived early this morning and as not to make a commotion, entered without fanfare. Now off with you both, I too am a very busy man."
Shortly, each member of the two siblings found themselves resident of a guest bedroom in the east gable of the place. This was the wing that housed many members of the royal court. Without debated the boys took a room, Yamato in the left and Takeru on the right. The royal tailor and a few maids visited their room within the hour and - as promised - took measurements to provide them with their attire for the afternoon. When they were gone Takeru quietly snuck from his chambers. It was nearly noon and he had yet to discover where he could find the courtyard. Last night he had told Yamato of Ken's visit, but had not told him he was also invited. Ken was looking for his brother that night and Takeru knew if he was to accompany him he would not find out the entire story. He refused to be left out of whatever conversation they were bound to have later sans himself. Instead he would stake them out and spy on their conversations. Takeru needed to discover the truth of the matter. He was genuinely worried. If this involved the two of them, it involved him regardless of any prior pretense. The courtyard was situated in the center of the castle. It was lavished with the most beautiful and exotic plants in the entire kingdom. Lush green Ivy crept its way along the surfaces of the stone walls, occasionally peppered with flowering or more festive varieties. Smaller shrubs and evergreens grew in various places; surrounded by roses, lilacs, lilies and innumerable others. In the center grew a grand tree with the most beautiful braches once could see. On the left side of the courtyard sat a bench shrouded by a patch of rather lager bushes. It was the perfect place to spy unnoticed. The brush allowed decent vision of the entire yard, while hiding the viewer form sight. Especially if one wanted to stake out the great gazebo that stood near the western wall, an obvious meeting place. I was from behind that bench Takeru planned to 'overhear' his brother's conversation. Within minutes, on the far side of the yard, a door slammed open and the unmistakable jingle of a knight's boots. Takeru pulled his dun cloak tighter assuming it must be his brother and Ken. However the minute was a little premature for that and Takeru knew neither man had a reputation for being early. It was too dangerous. "Seriously I'm fine. One would think you're my father the way you act so over protective!" a woman's voice rang out in laughter. Women weren't allowed to become knights as far as Takeru knew. There must be two people, but why didn't he hear two sets of footsteps? He couldn't tell for sure because they were standing in (what Takeru realized to be) one of the many blind spots. "My ankle doesn't hurt that much." "You know you like it. Anyways, you said you wanted to talk to me about something." He heard a male voice answer playfully. He must be the knight, but he certainly wasn't Ken. "I've been hearing some roomers lately - roomers about us - and I don't like them one bit." She continued "I know. I've heard them too. But don't you worry your pretty little head about any of that nonsense. I won't let anything bad happen. I care about you too much." "I know you do, Tai, but it just that it seems with so many people talking about us, it's only a matter of time until..." "No. I won't let that happen. He won't find out. Your safe in my arms and I'll never let you go." There was a brief pause, which Takeru could only assume was a kiss. "I must be heading back before I am missed. Don't fret; we wouldn't want you to ruin your perfect face with frown lines." His exit again was unceremoniously signaled by the clunking of his metal boots. "Ass." The woman muttered before he heard her footsteps as well. "Whatever happened to 'I'll never let you go'?" Takeru quickly caught a glimpse of her purple skirt before she to left. It was not the conversation Takeru was waiting on, but at least it confirmed that he could hear the conversations that took place in the courtyard. Just moments later Takeru heard movement on the pathways on the other side of the bushes. Through the braches he could distinguish two figures. He was unable to make out any of their features as the leaves and braches were in the way. Noting that not much time had passed since he had arrived Takeru was again skeptical of the new comer's identity. Takeru strained his ears to pick up their conversation. "Have all the arrangements been made?" the first, somewhat horse voice demanded lowly. This speaker was obviously male. His words were abrupt, like he was trying to hurry the other. This was obviously a planned meeting. "Yes, yes. You can tell Sire he's got nothing to worry about." The other replied. He was male too, but from his voice Takeru could tell he was much younger. "The captain will be thrown overboard and then we'll have full access to his cabin. I just don't see what role the princess plays in all of this." Takeru sighed warily. He did not have all day and he was increasingly becoming more annoyed. How many people using the courtyard as a private conference room daily? It was a wonder they did not run over one another. "If we need to know we will be told. Now if you will excuse me, I must return. Sire wishes to make the finally preparations. Just do what you have to do, and be careful. We mustn't let W figure out we know his intentions. With time he will surely lead us to the other one. Just get those scripts." He paused, "And B, don't screw this up." Suddenly Takeru heard footsteps again; either meaning someone was coming of leaving. Of course the latter was suspect. Takeru managed to get a peek through the foliage and glimpsed one of the two men as he stormed past him and on though the entrance to the courtyard. Takeru couldn't help pondering the meaning of the conversation. Something concerning someone named W, a captain, the princess and 'Sire'. More secret operatives of the king, he concluded. The man seemed to be filthier than a giant bathed in mud. Unfortunately, he was as good as drug traffickers when it came to hiding it. Looking again out the small hole in the braches Takeru discovered the other man was gone as well. He must have slipped out while his attention was elsewhere. After his departure Takeru sat in silence waiting for another pair of people or whoever fate decided to throw at him. About ten or so minutes later the faint creek of door hinges made it known that another had entered the yard. In stealth, a person made their ways across the courtyard from the northern entrance, barely noticeable to the untrained ear or eye. At the exact same moment another figure emerged from the shadows on the other side of the court. They both quickly made there way toward the steps of the gazebo. Takeru instantly knew the two figures must be his brother and Ken. Somehow Ken must have slipped in unnoticed to even Takeru while he was focused on the others earlier. All the blond boy could do was hope that neither his brother nor their friend knew of his presence. In a very low, almost inaudible voice Ken spoke the first words. "We are being watched." He grumbled. Takeru gulped silently. So they knew about him, but how much? "I know." Yamato responded coolly. "I feel it too." Ken gave him a short nod. "Then I shall make this quick. I sense persons here that are not who they seem. I feel their stare constantly; I can see falsity in the eyes and treachery in their smiles. I do not know who they all are, but I intend to find out. Until then lay low and be wary. I'm afraid that those who are with us may be against us." He drew breath. "I'm afraid they are working for you know who." Matt bowed his head in agreement. "I know." "Meet me 'cross the pint at two. I believe you know what I mean. Tell none. I've been here but a day and I already sense this palace has many secrets, too many secrets." "Yes, yes. Till the 'morrow then." Then clang of boots showed that they had left. Takeru finally rose to leave. He still hadn't got much information. He had to be at his brother's next meeting, but where was cross the pint? And more importantly teatime was at two, and that was when the king was to introduce them to the royal court. His brothers would never miss an engagement with a client for anything. What could mean so much as to sway his brother? Shaking the confusion from his mind Takeru resolved to set about discovering the whens, whys and wheres later. Right now he had to get back to his room before he was missed. As he headed toward the door the swift movement of air brushing on his back made him turn abruptly. Someone had just been here - he knew it - but there was no one to be found. Either he was becoming paranoid or Ken was right; there were many devious in this castle.
Yamato felt very unsettled. He had hoped his meeting with Ken would have cleared the mess of questions that ruled his conscience. Unfortunately it had only left him with more that couldn't be answered until there next meeting. They had to postpone this one, but not without good reason. He too had felt the very strong presence of another watching somewhere amongst the vegetation. On a hunch Yamato stood still against the wall just around the corner from the courtyard's side doors from which he had just exited and watch them expectantly. Just as he predicted the doors creaked open a allowing a sliver of light and a shadowed figure to emerged soundlessly into the darkness of the castle. Within seconds in turned to the left corridor and dashed off into the blackness. Half-surprised and intrigued Yamato chased after it. A series of sharp turns down even darker passageways told him that whoever it was it knew that he was in pursuit and slowly gaining. Left, right, right, straight, left..eventually Yamato began to lose track of the twists and turns in the maze of halls, all he knew was that the floor was tilted and they were headed up. Up toward what, he did not know. Unexpectedly the person he was following stopped. He realized that they had hit a dead end. The light from a grand chandelier located above him gave Yamato a slightly better view of the mystery man. He could now make out the figure's hunter green cloak. That must have been one of the reasons he had been unable to spot a spy in the courtyard. "Who are you," The blond questioned cautiously, he was not willing to take any chances; "and why were you spying on me?" No answer was heard for the person who simply moved closer toward Yamato in an intimidating manner, as did Yamato. "What are you even doing here? Tell me! Who are you working for?" with ferocity the eldest assassin brother demanded. Still there was no reply for the cornered infiltrator. "Answer me dammit!" The other backed away slightly, holding up their hands in acknowledgement of the blonde's anger and proceeded to hold up a single index finger as to give the sign for 'wait'. Slowly the unidentified individual walked toward the wall. Carefully they pulled something from it that Yamato couldn't quite see properly. It was golden, thin and cylindrical. Before Yamato you figure any more the person hurled it at him with deadly accuracy. By the time he realized what exactly had just happened, it was already too late. The small object was the only thing supporting the very large object over him. It was the pin from the Chandelier pulley. The great luminescent fixture hurdled toward him from above causing the candle flames to flare and extinguish. With seconds to spare he dove from its path toward the corner where the spy had just been, but when the dust settled the other was gone. The blue-eyed boy smiled to himself and laughed under his breath. He had just fallen for what had to be the oldest escape trick in the book. When the spy released the light they must have held on to the rope and pulled up into the rafters. In a glance Yamato could see his chase had ended. There was no other way up from this hall, and by the time he managed to find another route the one he was seeking would be long gone. Next time he would be prepared, this spy would not be allowed to get away so easily.
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"Ouch!" Princess Hikari exclaimed as she pricked her finger upon one of the many rose thorns. The large bush over ran the grand lattice causing roses to grow among the ivy and creating a beautiful yet dangerous spectacle. Carefully she looked for another piece of exposed wood. Finding one above her she delicately moved her left hand to grasp it and pushed her left foot higher into the ivy. The girl quickly climbed her make-shift latter and with little difficulty swung herself through the open window above it. It was quite obvious this was not her first trip. Tiredly she walked toward her wardrobe and hung back her coat. "Eh-hem." Someone in near her cleared their throat loudly making the princess jump and fly around to see who had invaded her privacy. There on her bed sat Miyako, smiling back at her and shaking her head. "Some bath you had. I didn't realize that you had to climb out your window to get into your own bathroom." "Oh, it's only you Yolei." Kari sighed. "You scared me for a moment. I though it may be John or someone important." "Ha, ha." Yolei joked sarcastically. "You're damn lucky it was me and not one of them. He would have cut your head off if he discovered you had snuck out again." Her gaze followed Kari as she moved form the wardrobe to the bureau. "Just out of curiosity, where did you go? You didn't by chance go back to the city to look for that boy again, did you?" Lady Miyako raised her eyebrow. Hikari's head dropped and she turned around slightly angered. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. Must you know everything about my life?" she muttered loudly. "Why does everyone always want to know everything about my life? I can never just get away form it all. It's as if, as if everyone's in this huge conspiracy to make me go crazy!" She laughed. "I may seem so," Yolei chuckled moving toward her and placing a reassuring hand upon Hikari's shoulder. "but it's okay. They just care about you Kari. You are the Princess after all." "So everyone keeps telling me. At least he doesn't think so. He doesn't even know. Why can't everyone be like him." She sighed. Her life seemed to be getting worse by the day. The fact that she just couldn't forget those beautiful blue eyes helped none either. Her dreams had been filled with his smile the night before and. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sound of Miyako's voice. "Oh, that reminds me. Prince Daisuke was here to see you this morning," Hikari moaned, "several times." The princess collapsed onto in bed in another groan. "Don't worry. I told him that you were in the bath and that the morning after a function is your spa and relaxation time, and that you would not be available until the afternoon tea." Yolei smiled seeing the relief on the face of her mistress. "Speaking of teatime, you would never guess the juicy little tidbit that I heard from one of the maids earlier this morn." "More gossip." Kari giggled. She knew her friend to well not to be familiar with Lady Miyako's ear for the rumors among the maid's chitchat. "Am I that transparent?" Mentally noting a nod from her monarch, she continued. "I was told that she heard from a scullery maid, who heard from the cleaners, who heard from the staff down in the servant's wing that they overheard the seamstresses talking about new additions to the royal court." Yolei exclaimed. "Male additions." "Do tell." Kari inquired, letting her curiosity claim her. There hadn't been any new additions to the court since she had been a toddler. They were the people she had grown up with. So the possibility of someone else joining, especially a gentleman, was definitely big news. "Well I don't know too much but from what I understand they're a pair of well-built, good looking, and suave men of about our age. I even heard that they maybe the sons of the legendary Earl Bas, although it's just hearsay."
"The Earl Bas? The one who lead the most successful campaign in the Meilorr War in his youth and now lives in seclusion on the largest piece of land in the country? That Earl Bas?" "The very same. Personally I didn't even know he had a wife, rather sons. I cannot wait to meet them; still I do wonder why they waited so long to visit the royal.." Yolei rambled. Kari however had lost interesting in her friends words completely. Lost in the wonderment of what would transpire in the latter part of noon. Absentmindedly she realized that she must begin to prepare for tea. After all, she only three hours.
The chatter amongst the ladies of the court was especially loud that day. By then every one of them had heard from one place or another of the newcomers supposed to join them in a matter of minutes. Much like Lady Miyako many of the noble women spent most of their time exchanging gossip and sharing new found information. From the single rumor of the two brothers' entrance, countless others had sprung. "I guarantee that it's true! An insider told me directly that the boys are only here because their father has sent them in search of a wife!" Lady Marigold giggled, gaining a gasp of excitement from the other girls. "And as u all know, I'm no liar." "That in itself is a lie. One that they probably planted themselves because I heard for a fact that those two are only here to party, and have a bet on who will lay with the most women in the court." The Duke of Chanton's daughter Lady Jonete scoffed, causing an even louder gasp. And so it went every girl with her own idea and sources. Lady Saphira insisted that she had it on a very reliable source that the two were expert marksmen and skilled martial artists and were looking for challengers. Another woman (Hikari's cousin) Dame Thea-Lynn swore that she heard the two were forced to perform intense physical labor on the overrun grounds of their own estate. She told they had been labored for salaries of less than a gold piece per fortnight in order to earn the money to pay their way to the capital city. "That couldn't be true!" One woman exclaimed when she heard Dame Thea- Lynn's story. "How cruel. How dare that man call himself their father? Those poor brothers have suffered through so much." Even Miss Fugiana - the manners and etiquette mistress -, who was seldom one to be involved in the small talk, had her theories. "Now girls don't go spreading false rumors. I'm sure those boys were treated just fine." She scolded. "Well except for the time they spent overseas fighting in a foreign battle with barely any food or other necessities. Apparently my friend tells me that they had to prove themselves as men to their father by going to war at a young age as he himself had." "Oh, no. That's not at all what happened. The brothers were locked away and banned from the outside world or their father's sight because they reminded him too much of his wife who died in a containment camp during the Meilorr War. And now they've escaped and are seeking refuge here." A different voice called out spawning yet another dispute about the boys' origin, treatment, history and purposes. Of course the men of the courted also were not to be left out of the new hype over the Sons of the earl. But their thoughts had less to do with the past rather than the present and future. "I can't believe there is such a great fuss raised over a couple of boys." Prince Tai's close friend Lord Korien scowled. "I seriously don't see why those girls refuse to stop talking about them." The others nodded. "I'll just be glad when they arrive. Then the ladies will see that they're just regular guys and this whole fiasco will be over." Lord Orthinus agreed. "I mean they couldn't possibly live up to those expectations.could they?" Tai smiled. He could sense the others were nervous of the coming of the new editions to the court. Many of the lords considered them 'competition'. Tai had but one worry, and it concerned the two most special girls in his life. He had already put one under special supervision, but the other.well he would just have to trust that she felt in the same the forte as he regarding their 'relations'. Everyone's conversations were cut short by the fanfare announcing the King's arrival. The court stood at his entrance, bowing slightly as he passed them more out of habit that respect. The king majestically pranced though the yard with a smug expression upon his face causing Hikari to roll her eyes and Tai to suppress a chuckle. Though their father may be stubborn and detested his subjects, he loved the attention his position brought him and took full advantage of every possible occasion. When he finally made his made through the group he turned with a smile. "Now I understand there are some introductions to be made." He grinned slyly. Much like his son Taichi the monarch was still a kid at heart. "Well then, I shall not keep you waiting. Let me formally announce the arrival of two new additions to our humble court; Lords Myron and Torren of Bas!" A cheer sprang up from the crowd, mainly the women as the two shyly entered the yard. "Hello." Lord Myron smiled, flashing his white teeth and causing his ocean blue eyes to sparkle, before moving toward one of the benches. The ladies' collective jaws dropped. This boy was - for lack of more suitable terms - beautiful. His tall slender figure along with muscular arms and charming smile was enough to have the women placing silent bets on who would be the first to snag such a fine catch. And then entered Lord Torren. He blushed at the stares and waved wordlessly, taking a seat easily beside his elder brother. Obviously younger, Torren appeared more innocent and his boyish grin made hearts flutter with that certain 'Je-ne-sais-quoi'. His head was adorned with the same sunshine blonde hair as his brother (although far messier) and he was too muscularly built. Hikari's jaw nearly dropped. Were those not the same eyes that haunted her these nights passed? She couldn't be positive, but Lord Torren and his brother resembled TK to the point where she could barely look at them without seeing him. Why was this little crush getting so difficult to manage? He seemed to plague her thoughts everywhere she went. This absurd infatuation had to end soon. After all how could a princess fall into love at first sight of a peasant? Drawing the crowd's attention by clearing his throat, the king continued his practiced speech smirking wildly. "The both arrived this morning a few hours fore dawn and shall be staying for a few fortnight. I apologize for not welcoming them more grandly but due to their sudden arrival in during the hours of darkness, I thought it best to wait and allow them the sleep they so readily awaited. I trust that you all shall welcome them with open arms.and hearts" he added quite obviously directed at the mass of giddy school girls giggling in the far left corner. With a final taunting smile he departed, but not before bidding his farewells and encouraging the lords and ladies to continue with their tea. Immediately they rushed them. The girls crowded all around the newcomers, rapidly throwing questions at them like a firing squad. Myron smiled and answered whatever he could as politely as possible, whilst Torren had somewhat of a confused look on his face as he tried to respond. Regardless the women smirked with glee. Toward the corner in their usual table others chose not to participate it the viewing of the boys. "When I arrived, why didn't I have girls flock about be like that?" Taichi moaned. Gathering nervous laughs form the men, each eyeing the situation with wariness and concern of losing their place in the ranks. Perhaps jealousy was the real cause; as not many of them had such a greeting either. Sora, who had stayed behind with the princess and Miyako, smiled sweetly. "That is because you, dear Prince Taichi, have always been here. Have you not heard that women always want what they cannot have? You make yourself too readily available." This procured a blush on the Prince's face and more hearty laughter from the Lords. "Plus," She continued, "well, just look at them." "I must say she's certainly right on that." Miyako mused. "I wouldn't mind getting my hands on some of that.what?" Her expression changed from a grin to a indignant scoff as she swatted the others over the head. "Get your minds out of the gutter. I was simply saying I wouldn't mind some of that kind of popularity. I too didn't attract too much when I first came either." As the others shared in another laugh Hikari looked over the newcomers closely. There was something about Torren that seem familiar. "Well, Miyako, I do believe you are certainly attracting attention now." Sora kindly pointed out. Off in another corner in the courtyard Prince Daisuke and Sir Ken were staring their way. The younger woman blushed and turned away, as did the knight when he realized he has been caught. Daisuke simply waved and took the princess's polite smile as an invitation to join them. Civilly Hikari excused herself from the conversation. It was not that she loathed Daisuke himself, it was only that she loathed the way he smothered her constantly. Her room had become her sanctuary being the one place he could not follow; so it was there she retreated that night knowing full well that it was where she would spend the bulk of her time in the following days.
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Over the next few days the grounds of the castle grew slowly settled. The vast majority of nobles and diplomats, including both princes, avidly attended a series of meetings destined to ascertain the particulars of the newly founded accord between the two great nations of Dynesta and Elpone. The court, as to not fall into boredom or neglect their favourite pastimes, also met regularly. Yet, as one might suppose their motivations were far less politically oriented. Neither Lord of Bas seemed to be able to escape the constant watch and harassment of the court ladies, who followed wherever they might go. On the night of the new moon a small gathering was being held, a fete celebrating the completion of the terms of trade. The singular remaining chore was the planning of the royal marriage on which the treaty was contingent upon; nonetheless the men exited with triumphant smiles while pretentiously disregarding it as 'women's work'. This joyous occasion was widely celebrated by a large portion of the business community, as many had already found trading partners across the border. The men greeted her with praise and mirth, and the women shared whispered envy of her great radiance and luck. Yet to her, it was not luck, but rather the kiss of death. She knew there would be no rest or peace to be found until she was queen of Elpone, and marriage to Davis could not put her doubts at rest nor bring her peace of mind. On this night she seemed to be drawn to the one place that offered her solace, the gardens on the far western side of the castle. Usually calm, they were particularly tranquil that night, almost enchanted some might say. The soft flow of water from the fountain and the gentle breeze through the lilies were enough to erode the all thought and sense. The princess soon found herself upon the banks of the grand pond, staring through her rippled refection. Tenderly she reached out to touch it, but was force to pull back with a shiver the moment her finger tips grace the surface. My life is like this water, she sighed, as beautiful as it appears from the outside, it is cold and harsh, fragile and easily disturbed. Somehow though, it always regains the same counterfeit beauty it lost; but the it is still cold. Nothing ever truly changes. An audible sigh escaped her lips as the drops of her salty tears mingled with the fresh pond leaving it slightly brackish in its wake. Devoid of choice she would move to Elpone and become the sovereign queen of some strange land. Nevertheless she would still be as caged; still be a mouse in a trap. However, this 'new and improved' captivity came with the expectations of a wife: falling into bed with her husband whenever he wished and baring his heir. Is this what I am envied for? Having to marry for politics and love for purpose? "Am I always to be tortured?"
"Come now, princess. There is no reason for you to say that." A light hearted, cocky voice came from behind her. Whipping about in fear, Hikari turned to look upon the shadowed face of Lord Torren. "I didn't mean to startle you, my lady. I simply cannot bear to see a little girl cry, particularly when she has not the right."
Gingerly wiping the tears from her eyes, she glared at him accusingly. "I am no child. What business have you telling me what I have right to do? Be gone."
"I meant no offense, but there are many suffering to greater extents than you, my spoiled monarch. Some have more life threatening dilemmas than deciding whether her bridal gown should be ivory or pearl." He dismissed her dismissal merrily. God, his chuckle was maddening. "How dare you insult me such? What do you know of my problems? Nothing, I tell you, for that is also how much you know of me. You have not the right to judge. And if you must know, I could care less if my gown was black, after all it will be more of a funeral than a wedding in my opinion."
"Oh?" The mirth in his eyes was unmistakable as they shone in the twilight. He soundlessly set himself upon the bank alongside her. "Why don't you tell your old pal Tori all about it?" he advised with pseudo sincerity, at which the princess couldn't help but laugh.
"Why? Because Tori is most certainly no old pal of mine, and I'm guessing he has better things to do that listen to the problems of a spoiled monarch." She retorted, quoting the other carefully.
Torren flashed a lopsided grin. "Fair enough. I think we got off on the wrong foot. Let us start over. Good evening mademoiselle. I am Lord Torren, the charming, dashing, yet insufferably lonely son of Bas; but please, call me Tori. May I ask for your name, my lovely lady?"
She rolled her eyes, yet laughingly played along. "But of course. I am Princess Hikari, your pitiful monarch, fated to doom via an arranged marriage to a toad. You may call me Kari."
"I see Kari, what horrible kismet you face, although I once heard a very wise woman say one must kiss many toads to find a prince. Perhaps you shall allow me to take it off your mind by allowing this lowly gentleman to be graced with a dance?"
"I don't see why not. After all, you - kind sir - have refrained from trivializing my problems, for which I thank you." He extended his arm, which she took and they began a dance of no formal name or practice, ignoring the far off music of the court orchestra. Soon the merriment gave way a blissful hush. For a few moments, their waltz faded the world and masked its misfortunes. For a few moments, the two found a place of rest in each other's arm that they would remember for many moons to follow.
"He is a prince." Kari broke their silence.
"Pardon?"
"He is a prince," she repeated. "My frog is the prince."
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure if I understand," Tori furrowed his brow.
"You look cute when you do that."
"Do what?" "That." "You confuse me, Princess." She cocked her eyebrow at him. ".and what is that supposed to mean?" "Mean? It wasn't meant to means anything. I suppose, it could be a compliment if you so choose. Women are notoriously bewildering; therefore, by some measure, you are demonstrating your great femininity." She paused for a moment, now confused by him and wondering how he managed to turn such a comment into flattery. "If it's any consolation, you confuse me as well," she voiced. "It's not, but thank you for the thought milady." "You're welcome." Hikari couldn't help but smile. "This is an absurd conversation, do you know that?" "Yes, that I do." The lord returned her grin and the conversation wilted into silence. This was much appreciated by both sides, but neither was willing to express such gratitude as that would be quite paradoxical.
(A/N) As you may or may not have guess that was not the original ending point of the chapter, I was planning to continue. However, this goal has not and will likely never come to fruition, hence I have made peace with that. I hope you liked it and remember, if you review, I might just finish this. Perhaps. Possibly. Perchance. Maybe. Mandy~_~
(A/N) Unfortunately, with the shows gone, I have lost interest in the world of digimon fandom. Before you correct me, I know of the forth season but refuse to acknowledge it for reasons that are evidently the loss of any semblance to the original series. However, I did write this half-chapter before I moved on and thought it only fair to post it. If the demand is great enough, perhaps (and only perhaps) they will inspire me to do more.
Plight of Angels
Chapter II - Wolves at court
The Dynestian Royal Palace of Trent was the jewel of the country. The walls were draped with intricate woven tapestries, and the floors paved with marble. All envied its grandeur and its luxuries surpassed that of the estates of the wealthiest nobles, yet it retained warmth that comforted visiting dignitaries. Among the peasants, its innards were a right awe- inspiring sight; but the brothers saw none of this. It appeared as drab and dreary as any pile of boulders from the dim servant corridors. Of course, they expected no better. It was not as if they could casually stroll through the rich halls of a castle without raising a stir. Quickly and quietly they were lead toward the king's chambers in the midst of early morn, before the sun fully rose over the land. Following a sudden halt, they're guide wordlessly motioned to a rectangular formation in the brick. A simple tap on the left upper corner brick and the entire fixture swung out, revealing the first glimpse of castle's beauty the boys had seen since their arrival hours before: the captain's quarters. The king's living chambers were nicknamed as such by the palace attendees for the countless portraits and painting of ships and they're crews. The old man was enthralled by all sea going vessels, which was one of the reasons he himself had joined the royal navy as a lad and had ascended to designation 'Captain'. Of course this was no great feat for the then prince of the country. He could simply appeal to the general of his division and was granted an immediate promotion, unlike the other captains whose many hours and dedicated service enabled them to achieve their rank. Power and wealth controlled everything in Dynesta; even the alien brothers knew that, and these were something to Dynestian royal family was not lacking to any degree. A bulky elderly man stood in the center of the nautical theme room facing the window with his back toward them. His posture shifted momentarily as he heard the creak of the rusty passage door. At once he knew they had come. "You're late." Matt motioned away the guide and shut the door as quickly as possible before allowing himself to respond. "It took some work to arrive in the gardens, where we were ordered to meet your servant. Although we did manage more easily than expected, you really must beef up your security." He smiled. "Now to business, we do have other clients to see today." The King waved away the lad's comments and turned to a small sitting table to his left. Taking their places around it, the three men sat for nearly an hour discussing the job and it requirements. Both sides had many demands upon another. The King laid out his proposal and terms simply. They were to spend no more than one moth at the castle. He would make all of the arrangements and provide them with any necessities they would require. Under new aliases, he would introduce them into the royal court and his most trusted messengers would keep track of their progress. Their mission was simple. Seek out and eradicate the crown prince's mistress. The king already had some hints as to her identity, but he made sure the assassins understood that they were to do some investigation of there own. They would receive a quarter of their pay now and the rest would be given upon completion of the task. It seemed like a very straight forward assignment, until the King sprung an unexpected trap. "I'm sure I do not remind you that secrecy and fidelity is crucial to this job, but to ensure that your follow all of my guidelines I'm warning you. One false move and my people will swoop down upon you like an eagle who has found his prey. Then you both shall find yourselves sitting in the dirt of a cold dungeon cell. May I remind you that you have committed felonies in such numbers that I could give perfectly just grounds to have you both executed, or worse. I'm positive you understand there are many things far more horrible than death." Takeru growled. "So that's it huh? We do exactly as you please or you stab us in the back? May I remind you, I'm sure your subjects would not approve of what you are asking of us in the first place. So tell me what happens if we refuse the offer in the first place." "Then you die now. I have no tolerance for insolence. I shall make sure my subjects will never find out, and what they don't know can't hurt them. Or rather me in this case." Matt retreated form the table and paced quietly for a spell, allowing all of the information to seep in slowly and helping him to come to a conclusion. "Then we'll take the job. We have no choice. As I see it you are simply threatening us to make means to a end. I respect and can live with that. Though I'm not sure why you would suspect us of treachery. We never betray our clients. it's bad for business." The old king smiled in acknowledgement. "My men will escort you to your new rooms. You there!" the king pointed at Takeru, "Hence forth you shall be known as Lord Torren, second son to the earl of Bas. And you," he commanded gesturing at Yamato, "You, his elder brother, shall be called Lord Myron. Any questions?" Yamato glared at him. "Actually I do have a question. Can we change those names? I doubt it would matter if we used our real names. Or even our street names. I don't believe anyone would recognize them." "You'd be surprised. There are those among the members of my court that would gladly like to see my head cut off, and I am not willing to give them any reasons to dethrone me. You will use the aliases I have given you that is final. You mustn't even hint at your true identities until it is too late. Now if that is all, a change of clothing is set in your chambers. Get changed and I will present you to the crowd at teatime. You shall tell them that you arrived early this morning and as not to make a commotion, entered without fanfare. Now off with you both, I too am a very busy man."
Shortly, each member of the two siblings found themselves resident of a guest bedroom in the east gable of the place. This was the wing that housed many members of the royal court. Without debated the boys took a room, Yamato in the left and Takeru on the right. The royal tailor and a few maids visited their room within the hour and - as promised - took measurements to provide them with their attire for the afternoon. When they were gone Takeru quietly snuck from his chambers. It was nearly noon and he had yet to discover where he could find the courtyard. Last night he had told Yamato of Ken's visit, but had not told him he was also invited. Ken was looking for his brother that night and Takeru knew if he was to accompany him he would not find out the entire story. He refused to be left out of whatever conversation they were bound to have later sans himself. Instead he would stake them out and spy on their conversations. Takeru needed to discover the truth of the matter. He was genuinely worried. If this involved the two of them, it involved him regardless of any prior pretense. The courtyard was situated in the center of the castle. It was lavished with the most beautiful and exotic plants in the entire kingdom. Lush green Ivy crept its way along the surfaces of the stone walls, occasionally peppered with flowering or more festive varieties. Smaller shrubs and evergreens grew in various places; surrounded by roses, lilacs, lilies and innumerable others. In the center grew a grand tree with the most beautiful braches once could see. On the left side of the courtyard sat a bench shrouded by a patch of rather lager bushes. It was the perfect place to spy unnoticed. The brush allowed decent vision of the entire yard, while hiding the viewer form sight. Especially if one wanted to stake out the great gazebo that stood near the western wall, an obvious meeting place. I was from behind that bench Takeru planned to 'overhear' his brother's conversation. Within minutes, on the far side of the yard, a door slammed open and the unmistakable jingle of a knight's boots. Takeru pulled his dun cloak tighter assuming it must be his brother and Ken. However the minute was a little premature for that and Takeru knew neither man had a reputation for being early. It was too dangerous. "Seriously I'm fine. One would think you're my father the way you act so over protective!" a woman's voice rang out in laughter. Women weren't allowed to become knights as far as Takeru knew. There must be two people, but why didn't he hear two sets of footsteps? He couldn't tell for sure because they were standing in (what Takeru realized to be) one of the many blind spots. "My ankle doesn't hurt that much." "You know you like it. Anyways, you said you wanted to talk to me about something." He heard a male voice answer playfully. He must be the knight, but he certainly wasn't Ken. "I've been hearing some roomers lately - roomers about us - and I don't like them one bit." She continued "I know. I've heard them too. But don't you worry your pretty little head about any of that nonsense. I won't let anything bad happen. I care about you too much." "I know you do, Tai, but it just that it seems with so many people talking about us, it's only a matter of time until..." "No. I won't let that happen. He won't find out. Your safe in my arms and I'll never let you go." There was a brief pause, which Takeru could only assume was a kiss. "I must be heading back before I am missed. Don't fret; we wouldn't want you to ruin your perfect face with frown lines." His exit again was unceremoniously signaled by the clunking of his metal boots. "Ass." The woman muttered before he heard her footsteps as well. "Whatever happened to 'I'll never let you go'?" Takeru quickly caught a glimpse of her purple skirt before she to left. It was not the conversation Takeru was waiting on, but at least it confirmed that he could hear the conversations that took place in the courtyard. Just moments later Takeru heard movement on the pathways on the other side of the bushes. Through the braches he could distinguish two figures. He was unable to make out any of their features as the leaves and braches were in the way. Noting that not much time had passed since he had arrived Takeru was again skeptical of the new comer's identity. Takeru strained his ears to pick up their conversation. "Have all the arrangements been made?" the first, somewhat horse voice demanded lowly. This speaker was obviously male. His words were abrupt, like he was trying to hurry the other. This was obviously a planned meeting. "Yes, yes. You can tell Sire he's got nothing to worry about." The other replied. He was male too, but from his voice Takeru could tell he was much younger. "The captain will be thrown overboard and then we'll have full access to his cabin. I just don't see what role the princess plays in all of this." Takeru sighed warily. He did not have all day and he was increasingly becoming more annoyed. How many people using the courtyard as a private conference room daily? It was a wonder they did not run over one another. "If we need to know we will be told. Now if you will excuse me, I must return. Sire wishes to make the finally preparations. Just do what you have to do, and be careful. We mustn't let W figure out we know his intentions. With time he will surely lead us to the other one. Just get those scripts." He paused, "And B, don't screw this up." Suddenly Takeru heard footsteps again; either meaning someone was coming of leaving. Of course the latter was suspect. Takeru managed to get a peek through the foliage and glimpsed one of the two men as he stormed past him and on though the entrance to the courtyard. Takeru couldn't help pondering the meaning of the conversation. Something concerning someone named W, a captain, the princess and 'Sire'. More secret operatives of the king, he concluded. The man seemed to be filthier than a giant bathed in mud. Unfortunately, he was as good as drug traffickers when it came to hiding it. Looking again out the small hole in the braches Takeru discovered the other man was gone as well. He must have slipped out while his attention was elsewhere. After his departure Takeru sat in silence waiting for another pair of people or whoever fate decided to throw at him. About ten or so minutes later the faint creek of door hinges made it known that another had entered the yard. In stealth, a person made their ways across the courtyard from the northern entrance, barely noticeable to the untrained ear or eye. At the exact same moment another figure emerged from the shadows on the other side of the court. They both quickly made there way toward the steps of the gazebo. Takeru instantly knew the two figures must be his brother and Ken. Somehow Ken must have slipped in unnoticed to even Takeru while he was focused on the others earlier. All the blond boy could do was hope that neither his brother nor their friend knew of his presence. In a very low, almost inaudible voice Ken spoke the first words. "We are being watched." He grumbled. Takeru gulped silently. So they knew about him, but how much? "I know." Yamato responded coolly. "I feel it too." Ken gave him a short nod. "Then I shall make this quick. I sense persons here that are not who they seem. I feel their stare constantly; I can see falsity in the eyes and treachery in their smiles. I do not know who they all are, but I intend to find out. Until then lay low and be wary. I'm afraid that those who are with us may be against us." He drew breath. "I'm afraid they are working for you know who." Matt bowed his head in agreement. "I know." "Meet me 'cross the pint at two. I believe you know what I mean. Tell none. I've been here but a day and I already sense this palace has many secrets, too many secrets." "Yes, yes. Till the 'morrow then." Then clang of boots showed that they had left. Takeru finally rose to leave. He still hadn't got much information. He had to be at his brother's next meeting, but where was cross the pint? And more importantly teatime was at two, and that was when the king was to introduce them to the royal court. His brothers would never miss an engagement with a client for anything. What could mean so much as to sway his brother? Shaking the confusion from his mind Takeru resolved to set about discovering the whens, whys and wheres later. Right now he had to get back to his room before he was missed. As he headed toward the door the swift movement of air brushing on his back made him turn abruptly. Someone had just been here - he knew it - but there was no one to be found. Either he was becoming paranoid or Ken was right; there were many devious in this castle.
Yamato felt very unsettled. He had hoped his meeting with Ken would have cleared the mess of questions that ruled his conscience. Unfortunately it had only left him with more that couldn't be answered until there next meeting. They had to postpone this one, but not without good reason. He too had felt the very strong presence of another watching somewhere amongst the vegetation. On a hunch Yamato stood still against the wall just around the corner from the courtyard's side doors from which he had just exited and watch them expectantly. Just as he predicted the doors creaked open a allowing a sliver of light and a shadowed figure to emerged soundlessly into the darkness of the castle. Within seconds in turned to the left corridor and dashed off into the blackness. Half-surprised and intrigued Yamato chased after it. A series of sharp turns down even darker passageways told him that whoever it was it knew that he was in pursuit and slowly gaining. Left, right, right, straight, left..eventually Yamato began to lose track of the twists and turns in the maze of halls, all he knew was that the floor was tilted and they were headed up. Up toward what, he did not know. Unexpectedly the person he was following stopped. He realized that they had hit a dead end. The light from a grand chandelier located above him gave Yamato a slightly better view of the mystery man. He could now make out the figure's hunter green cloak. That must have been one of the reasons he had been unable to spot a spy in the courtyard. "Who are you," The blond questioned cautiously, he was not willing to take any chances; "and why were you spying on me?" No answer was heard for the person who simply moved closer toward Yamato in an intimidating manner, as did Yamato. "What are you even doing here? Tell me! Who are you working for?" with ferocity the eldest assassin brother demanded. Still there was no reply for the cornered infiltrator. "Answer me dammit!" The other backed away slightly, holding up their hands in acknowledgement of the blonde's anger and proceeded to hold up a single index finger as to give the sign for 'wait'. Slowly the unidentified individual walked toward the wall. Carefully they pulled something from it that Yamato couldn't quite see properly. It was golden, thin and cylindrical. Before Yamato you figure any more the person hurled it at him with deadly accuracy. By the time he realized what exactly had just happened, it was already too late. The small object was the only thing supporting the very large object over him. It was the pin from the Chandelier pulley. The great luminescent fixture hurdled toward him from above causing the candle flames to flare and extinguish. With seconds to spare he dove from its path toward the corner where the spy had just been, but when the dust settled the other was gone. The blue-eyed boy smiled to himself and laughed under his breath. He had just fallen for what had to be the oldest escape trick in the book. When the spy released the light they must have held on to the rope and pulled up into the rafters. In a glance Yamato could see his chase had ended. There was no other way up from this hall, and by the time he managed to find another route the one he was seeking would be long gone. Next time he would be prepared, this spy would not be allowed to get away so easily.
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"Ouch!" Princess Hikari exclaimed as she pricked her finger upon one of the many rose thorns. The large bush over ran the grand lattice causing roses to grow among the ivy and creating a beautiful yet dangerous spectacle. Carefully she looked for another piece of exposed wood. Finding one above her she delicately moved her left hand to grasp it and pushed her left foot higher into the ivy. The girl quickly climbed her make-shift latter and with little difficulty swung herself through the open window above it. It was quite obvious this was not her first trip. Tiredly she walked toward her wardrobe and hung back her coat. "Eh-hem." Someone in near her cleared their throat loudly making the princess jump and fly around to see who had invaded her privacy. There on her bed sat Miyako, smiling back at her and shaking her head. "Some bath you had. I didn't realize that you had to climb out your window to get into your own bathroom." "Oh, it's only you Yolei." Kari sighed. "You scared me for a moment. I though it may be John or someone important." "Ha, ha." Yolei joked sarcastically. "You're damn lucky it was me and not one of them. He would have cut your head off if he discovered you had snuck out again." Her gaze followed Kari as she moved form the wardrobe to the bureau. "Just out of curiosity, where did you go? You didn't by chance go back to the city to look for that boy again, did you?" Lady Miyako raised her eyebrow. Hikari's head dropped and she turned around slightly angered. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. Must you know everything about my life?" she muttered loudly. "Why does everyone always want to know everything about my life? I can never just get away form it all. It's as if, as if everyone's in this huge conspiracy to make me go crazy!" She laughed. "I may seem so," Yolei chuckled moving toward her and placing a reassuring hand upon Hikari's shoulder. "but it's okay. They just care about you Kari. You are the Princess after all." "So everyone keeps telling me. At least he doesn't think so. He doesn't even know. Why can't everyone be like him." She sighed. Her life seemed to be getting worse by the day. The fact that she just couldn't forget those beautiful blue eyes helped none either. Her dreams had been filled with his smile the night before and. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sound of Miyako's voice. "Oh, that reminds me. Prince Daisuke was here to see you this morning," Hikari moaned, "several times." The princess collapsed onto in bed in another groan. "Don't worry. I told him that you were in the bath and that the morning after a function is your spa and relaxation time, and that you would not be available until the afternoon tea." Yolei smiled seeing the relief on the face of her mistress. "Speaking of teatime, you would never guess the juicy little tidbit that I heard from one of the maids earlier this morn." "More gossip." Kari giggled. She knew her friend to well not to be familiar with Lady Miyako's ear for the rumors among the maid's chitchat. "Am I that transparent?" Mentally noting a nod from her monarch, she continued. "I was told that she heard from a scullery maid, who heard from the cleaners, who heard from the staff down in the servant's wing that they overheard the seamstresses talking about new additions to the royal court." Yolei exclaimed. "Male additions." "Do tell." Kari inquired, letting her curiosity claim her. There hadn't been any new additions to the court since she had been a toddler. They were the people she had grown up with. So the possibility of someone else joining, especially a gentleman, was definitely big news. "Well I don't know too much but from what I understand they're a pair of well-built, good looking, and suave men of about our age. I even heard that they maybe the sons of the legendary Earl Bas, although it's just hearsay."
"The Earl Bas? The one who lead the most successful campaign in the Meilorr War in his youth and now lives in seclusion on the largest piece of land in the country? That Earl Bas?" "The very same. Personally I didn't even know he had a wife, rather sons. I cannot wait to meet them; still I do wonder why they waited so long to visit the royal.." Yolei rambled. Kari however had lost interesting in her friends words completely. Lost in the wonderment of what would transpire in the latter part of noon. Absentmindedly she realized that she must begin to prepare for tea. After all, she only three hours.
The chatter amongst the ladies of the court was especially loud that day. By then every one of them had heard from one place or another of the newcomers supposed to join them in a matter of minutes. Much like Lady Miyako many of the noble women spent most of their time exchanging gossip and sharing new found information. From the single rumor of the two brothers' entrance, countless others had sprung. "I guarantee that it's true! An insider told me directly that the boys are only here because their father has sent them in search of a wife!" Lady Marigold giggled, gaining a gasp of excitement from the other girls. "And as u all know, I'm no liar." "That in itself is a lie. One that they probably planted themselves because I heard for a fact that those two are only here to party, and have a bet on who will lay with the most women in the court." The Duke of Chanton's daughter Lady Jonete scoffed, causing an even louder gasp. And so it went every girl with her own idea and sources. Lady Saphira insisted that she had it on a very reliable source that the two were expert marksmen and skilled martial artists and were looking for challengers. Another woman (Hikari's cousin) Dame Thea-Lynn swore that she heard the two were forced to perform intense physical labor on the overrun grounds of their own estate. She told they had been labored for salaries of less than a gold piece per fortnight in order to earn the money to pay their way to the capital city. "That couldn't be true!" One woman exclaimed when she heard Dame Thea- Lynn's story. "How cruel. How dare that man call himself their father? Those poor brothers have suffered through so much." Even Miss Fugiana - the manners and etiquette mistress -, who was seldom one to be involved in the small talk, had her theories. "Now girls don't go spreading false rumors. I'm sure those boys were treated just fine." She scolded. "Well except for the time they spent overseas fighting in a foreign battle with barely any food or other necessities. Apparently my friend tells me that they had to prove themselves as men to their father by going to war at a young age as he himself had." "Oh, no. That's not at all what happened. The brothers were locked away and banned from the outside world or their father's sight because they reminded him too much of his wife who died in a containment camp during the Meilorr War. And now they've escaped and are seeking refuge here." A different voice called out spawning yet another dispute about the boys' origin, treatment, history and purposes. Of course the men of the courted also were not to be left out of the new hype over the Sons of the earl. But their thoughts had less to do with the past rather than the present and future. "I can't believe there is such a great fuss raised over a couple of boys." Prince Tai's close friend Lord Korien scowled. "I seriously don't see why those girls refuse to stop talking about them." The others nodded. "I'll just be glad when they arrive. Then the ladies will see that they're just regular guys and this whole fiasco will be over." Lord Orthinus agreed. "I mean they couldn't possibly live up to those expectations.could they?" Tai smiled. He could sense the others were nervous of the coming of the new editions to the court. Many of the lords considered them 'competition'. Tai had but one worry, and it concerned the two most special girls in his life. He had already put one under special supervision, but the other.well he would just have to trust that she felt in the same the forte as he regarding their 'relations'. Everyone's conversations were cut short by the fanfare announcing the King's arrival. The court stood at his entrance, bowing slightly as he passed them more out of habit that respect. The king majestically pranced though the yard with a smug expression upon his face causing Hikari to roll her eyes and Tai to suppress a chuckle. Though their father may be stubborn and detested his subjects, he loved the attention his position brought him and took full advantage of every possible occasion. When he finally made his made through the group he turned with a smile. "Now I understand there are some introductions to be made." He grinned slyly. Much like his son Taichi the monarch was still a kid at heart. "Well then, I shall not keep you waiting. Let me formally announce the arrival of two new additions to our humble court; Lords Myron and Torren of Bas!" A cheer sprang up from the crowd, mainly the women as the two shyly entered the yard. "Hello." Lord Myron smiled, flashing his white teeth and causing his ocean blue eyes to sparkle, before moving toward one of the benches. The ladies' collective jaws dropped. This boy was - for lack of more suitable terms - beautiful. His tall slender figure along with muscular arms and charming smile was enough to have the women placing silent bets on who would be the first to snag such a fine catch. And then entered Lord Torren. He blushed at the stares and waved wordlessly, taking a seat easily beside his elder brother. Obviously younger, Torren appeared more innocent and his boyish grin made hearts flutter with that certain 'Je-ne-sais-quoi'. His head was adorned with the same sunshine blonde hair as his brother (although far messier) and he was too muscularly built. Hikari's jaw nearly dropped. Were those not the same eyes that haunted her these nights passed? She couldn't be positive, but Lord Torren and his brother resembled TK to the point where she could barely look at them without seeing him. Why was this little crush getting so difficult to manage? He seemed to plague her thoughts everywhere she went. This absurd infatuation had to end soon. After all how could a princess fall into love at first sight of a peasant? Drawing the crowd's attention by clearing his throat, the king continued his practiced speech smirking wildly. "The both arrived this morning a few hours fore dawn and shall be staying for a few fortnight. I apologize for not welcoming them more grandly but due to their sudden arrival in during the hours of darkness, I thought it best to wait and allow them the sleep they so readily awaited. I trust that you all shall welcome them with open arms.and hearts" he added quite obviously directed at the mass of giddy school girls giggling in the far left corner. With a final taunting smile he departed, but not before bidding his farewells and encouraging the lords and ladies to continue with their tea. Immediately they rushed them. The girls crowded all around the newcomers, rapidly throwing questions at them like a firing squad. Myron smiled and answered whatever he could as politely as possible, whilst Torren had somewhat of a confused look on his face as he tried to respond. Regardless the women smirked with glee. Toward the corner in their usual table others chose not to participate it the viewing of the boys. "When I arrived, why didn't I have girls flock about be like that?" Taichi moaned. Gathering nervous laughs form the men, each eyeing the situation with wariness and concern of losing their place in the ranks. Perhaps jealousy was the real cause; as not many of them had such a greeting either. Sora, who had stayed behind with the princess and Miyako, smiled sweetly. "That is because you, dear Prince Taichi, have always been here. Have you not heard that women always want what they cannot have? You make yourself too readily available." This procured a blush on the Prince's face and more hearty laughter from the Lords. "Plus," She continued, "well, just look at them." "I must say she's certainly right on that." Miyako mused. "I wouldn't mind getting my hands on some of that.what?" Her expression changed from a grin to a indignant scoff as she swatted the others over the head. "Get your minds out of the gutter. I was simply saying I wouldn't mind some of that kind of popularity. I too didn't attract too much when I first came either." As the others shared in another laugh Hikari looked over the newcomers closely. There was something about Torren that seem familiar. "Well, Miyako, I do believe you are certainly attracting attention now." Sora kindly pointed out. Off in another corner in the courtyard Prince Daisuke and Sir Ken were staring their way. The younger woman blushed and turned away, as did the knight when he realized he has been caught. Daisuke simply waved and took the princess's polite smile as an invitation to join them. Civilly Hikari excused herself from the conversation. It was not that she loathed Daisuke himself, it was only that she loathed the way he smothered her constantly. Her room had become her sanctuary being the one place he could not follow; so it was there she retreated that night knowing full well that it was where she would spend the bulk of her time in the following days.
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Over the next few days the grounds of the castle grew slowly settled. The vast majority of nobles and diplomats, including both princes, avidly attended a series of meetings destined to ascertain the particulars of the newly founded accord between the two great nations of Dynesta and Elpone. The court, as to not fall into boredom or neglect their favourite pastimes, also met regularly. Yet, as one might suppose their motivations were far less politically oriented. Neither Lord of Bas seemed to be able to escape the constant watch and harassment of the court ladies, who followed wherever they might go. On the night of the new moon a small gathering was being held, a fete celebrating the completion of the terms of trade. The singular remaining chore was the planning of the royal marriage on which the treaty was contingent upon; nonetheless the men exited with triumphant smiles while pretentiously disregarding it as 'women's work'. This joyous occasion was widely celebrated by a large portion of the business community, as many had already found trading partners across the border. The men greeted her with praise and mirth, and the women shared whispered envy of her great radiance and luck. Yet to her, it was not luck, but rather the kiss of death. She knew there would be no rest or peace to be found until she was queen of Elpone, and marriage to Davis could not put her doubts at rest nor bring her peace of mind. On this night she seemed to be drawn to the one place that offered her solace, the gardens on the far western side of the castle. Usually calm, they were particularly tranquil that night, almost enchanted some might say. The soft flow of water from the fountain and the gentle breeze through the lilies were enough to erode the all thought and sense. The princess soon found herself upon the banks of the grand pond, staring through her rippled refection. Tenderly she reached out to touch it, but was force to pull back with a shiver the moment her finger tips grace the surface. My life is like this water, she sighed, as beautiful as it appears from the outside, it is cold and harsh, fragile and easily disturbed. Somehow though, it always regains the same counterfeit beauty it lost; but the it is still cold. Nothing ever truly changes. An audible sigh escaped her lips as the drops of her salty tears mingled with the fresh pond leaving it slightly brackish in its wake. Devoid of choice she would move to Elpone and become the sovereign queen of some strange land. Nevertheless she would still be as caged; still be a mouse in a trap. However, this 'new and improved' captivity came with the expectations of a wife: falling into bed with her husband whenever he wished and baring his heir. Is this what I am envied for? Having to marry for politics and love for purpose? "Am I always to be tortured?"
"Come now, princess. There is no reason for you to say that." A light hearted, cocky voice came from behind her. Whipping about in fear, Hikari turned to look upon the shadowed face of Lord Torren. "I didn't mean to startle you, my lady. I simply cannot bear to see a little girl cry, particularly when she has not the right."
Gingerly wiping the tears from her eyes, she glared at him accusingly. "I am no child. What business have you telling me what I have right to do? Be gone."
"I meant no offense, but there are many suffering to greater extents than you, my spoiled monarch. Some have more life threatening dilemmas than deciding whether her bridal gown should be ivory or pearl." He dismissed her dismissal merrily. God, his chuckle was maddening. "How dare you insult me such? What do you know of my problems? Nothing, I tell you, for that is also how much you know of me. You have not the right to judge. And if you must know, I could care less if my gown was black, after all it will be more of a funeral than a wedding in my opinion."
"Oh?" The mirth in his eyes was unmistakable as they shone in the twilight. He soundlessly set himself upon the bank alongside her. "Why don't you tell your old pal Tori all about it?" he advised with pseudo sincerity, at which the princess couldn't help but laugh.
"Why? Because Tori is most certainly no old pal of mine, and I'm guessing he has better things to do that listen to the problems of a spoiled monarch." She retorted, quoting the other carefully.
Torren flashed a lopsided grin. "Fair enough. I think we got off on the wrong foot. Let us start over. Good evening mademoiselle. I am Lord Torren, the charming, dashing, yet insufferably lonely son of Bas; but please, call me Tori. May I ask for your name, my lovely lady?"
She rolled her eyes, yet laughingly played along. "But of course. I am Princess Hikari, your pitiful monarch, fated to doom via an arranged marriage to a toad. You may call me Kari."
"I see Kari, what horrible kismet you face, although I once heard a very wise woman say one must kiss many toads to find a prince. Perhaps you shall allow me to take it off your mind by allowing this lowly gentleman to be graced with a dance?"
"I don't see why not. After all, you - kind sir - have refrained from trivializing my problems, for which I thank you." He extended his arm, which she took and they began a dance of no formal name or practice, ignoring the far off music of the court orchestra. Soon the merriment gave way a blissful hush. For a few moments, their waltz faded the world and masked its misfortunes. For a few moments, the two found a place of rest in each other's arm that they would remember for many moons to follow.
"He is a prince." Kari broke their silence.
"Pardon?"
"He is a prince," she repeated. "My frog is the prince."
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure if I understand," Tori furrowed his brow.
"You look cute when you do that."
"Do what?" "That." "You confuse me, Princess." She cocked her eyebrow at him. ".and what is that supposed to mean?" "Mean? It wasn't meant to means anything. I suppose, it could be a compliment if you so choose. Women are notoriously bewildering; therefore, by some measure, you are demonstrating your great femininity." She paused for a moment, now confused by him and wondering how he managed to turn such a comment into flattery. "If it's any consolation, you confuse me as well," she voiced. "It's not, but thank you for the thought milady." "You're welcome." Hikari couldn't help but smile. "This is an absurd conversation, do you know that?" "Yes, that I do." The lord returned her grin and the conversation wilted into silence. This was much appreciated by both sides, but neither was willing to express such gratitude as that would be quite paradoxical.
(A/N) As you may or may not have guess that was not the original ending point of the chapter, I was planning to continue. However, this goal has not and will likely never come to fruition, hence I have made peace with that. I hope you liked it and remember, if you review, I might just finish this. Perhaps. Possibly. Perchance. Maybe. Mandy~_~