"Owen!" Roald cried, running to his friend. Kel stopped him, blocking his running body with his arm.
"Roald," she murmured, "Stop...he, he's in too much pain already...".
"What happened?"
"Gregory...he was looking for you. He knows something, what is that something Roald?"
"Just finish the story, PLEASE. I'll tell you later..."
"Ok.." she said, giving him a suspicious eye. "Like I said, Gregory came to find you. He wanted to kill you Roald. You're in even more danger than you were before. Well, so you weren't here, and he had this kind of firey killing look in his eyes, like a hunter. And Owen was trying to block him off, and well...he just...."
"No!" cried Roald, finally realizing the reality of the situation. "Get a healer, get anyone!"
"It's too late," said Neal, who stepped out of the healing position, from doing the little healing that he could've done, cheeks stained with tears, and slashes on his arms. "Let him die in...peace."
"Can't you see there isn't any peace left?" cried Merric. "They've killed one of my best friends, and this fief is going to peaces. There is blood on the streets everyday, and we're not having a JOLLY time helping with this." He emphasized the word jolly, as he turned to look at Owen, while biting his lip, then continued. "Roald, you will be a great king, and you will be a wonderful ruler, but this isn't the time. We need help from Corus, and we need it now. Dammit!" he yelled, as he started crying again, and he stalked off quickly.
Roald couldn't stand it anymore, he needed some kind of comfort, and it wasn't going to happen here where one of his friends lay dead. "Kel..I'll be back later, just, Oh Mithros.." he said, as he ran off, into the dark of the night.
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"Roald...Oh Roald. Only 2 hours without you and I'm already longing for your face." Rosaline said, into the night-time sky.
"And mine for yours" Roald whispered back, coming out from behind a bush. Rosaline turned around startled, but then her face filled with joy. "Roald, my husband, my lover, she said, looking straight into his royal blue eyes, but then she moved back a bit. "Roald! What's wrong?"
"R-R-Rose...He-e-e k-k-illed O-Wen!!!" he sobbed into her shoulder, "Killed him, just on the street," he continued, but straightened up, composing himself.
"Roald, it's me, you don't need to go all monarch. I'll love you, and listen to you either way. If you need to talk, and if you need to cry i won't get mad. You're not Prince Roald to me, you are Roald, my Roald."
"But I hate being this helpless.."
"You're not! Not at all, here, just cry Roald. Let it out..."
He took her offer, and once again buried his head onto her shoulder, as she whispered, "Who did it?"
For this he raised his head. "Gregory did..."
She straightened up, and loosened her grip. "Gregory? As in...."
He nodded, and he brow furrowed. She was caught in between two things. Her work, and her love. She knew that she loved Roald with more than all her heart, but there was Gregory, he had been good to her. He had took her in as a child, been like a father, and almost a lover. He was also still a part of her life in a way. But all the same, she held Roald close, and rocked him gently.
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Roald awoke, with dew on his dirty uniform, and on his heavy eyelids. He had fallen asleep with Roasaline in the garden, and it was now daybreak. Her head was on his lap, and he stroked her silky black hair. "Rose.." he said, gently shaking her. "Rose, I have to go..." She just sat up, nodded, and hugged him.
Roald walked onto the dirt road. Morning sun reflecting off his hair, and his blue eyes danced. The events of yesterday weren't gone from his mind, but Rosaline was the one on it now. But she was soon taken off, as a low voice rumbled from behind him.
"Prince Roald...I told you to stay off Roz, or I'll kill ye...and KILL YOU I WILL!" Gregoy said, as he lunged at Roald, dagger in hand. He managed to cut through the chest area of Roald's tunic, and he nicked his face.
"That's for ROZ! She loves ME, you HEAR? LOVES ME!" Gregory kept on screaming. But Roald fought back, he drew his sword out, and fought Greg, who had drawn his too. But he saw that fire in his eyes, the one Kel had described just the other day. He had to admit that Greg was a great fighter, but Roald was better...and he had to show it. "THIS IS FOR OWEN! AND FOR ALL OF US YOU'VE PUT IN PERIL!" Roald cried, as he rushed at Greg, stabbing him right through the heart.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
"Roald," she murmured, "Stop...he, he's in too much pain already...".
"What happened?"
"Gregory...he was looking for you. He knows something, what is that something Roald?"
"Just finish the story, PLEASE. I'll tell you later..."
"Ok.." she said, giving him a suspicious eye. "Like I said, Gregory came to find you. He wanted to kill you Roald. You're in even more danger than you were before. Well, so you weren't here, and he had this kind of firey killing look in his eyes, like a hunter. And Owen was trying to block him off, and well...he just...."
"No!" cried Roald, finally realizing the reality of the situation. "Get a healer, get anyone!"
"It's too late," said Neal, who stepped out of the healing position, from doing the little healing that he could've done, cheeks stained with tears, and slashes on his arms. "Let him die in...peace."
"Can't you see there isn't any peace left?" cried Merric. "They've killed one of my best friends, and this fief is going to peaces. There is blood on the streets everyday, and we're not having a JOLLY time helping with this." He emphasized the word jolly, as he turned to look at Owen, while biting his lip, then continued. "Roald, you will be a great king, and you will be a wonderful ruler, but this isn't the time. We need help from Corus, and we need it now. Dammit!" he yelled, as he started crying again, and he stalked off quickly.
Roald couldn't stand it anymore, he needed some kind of comfort, and it wasn't going to happen here where one of his friends lay dead. "Kel..I'll be back later, just, Oh Mithros.." he said, as he ran off, into the dark of the night.
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"Roald...Oh Roald. Only 2 hours without you and I'm already longing for your face." Rosaline said, into the night-time sky.
"And mine for yours" Roald whispered back, coming out from behind a bush. Rosaline turned around startled, but then her face filled with joy. "Roald, my husband, my lover, she said, looking straight into his royal blue eyes, but then she moved back a bit. "Roald! What's wrong?"
"R-R-Rose...He-e-e k-k-illed O-Wen!!!" he sobbed into her shoulder, "Killed him, just on the street," he continued, but straightened up, composing himself.
"Roald, it's me, you don't need to go all monarch. I'll love you, and listen to you either way. If you need to talk, and if you need to cry i won't get mad. You're not Prince Roald to me, you are Roald, my Roald."
"But I hate being this helpless.."
"You're not! Not at all, here, just cry Roald. Let it out..."
He took her offer, and once again buried his head onto her shoulder, as she whispered, "Who did it?"
For this he raised his head. "Gregory did..."
She straightened up, and loosened her grip. "Gregory? As in...."
He nodded, and he brow furrowed. She was caught in between two things. Her work, and her love. She knew that she loved Roald with more than all her heart, but there was Gregory, he had been good to her. He had took her in as a child, been like a father, and almost a lover. He was also still a part of her life in a way. But all the same, she held Roald close, and rocked him gently.
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Roald awoke, with dew on his dirty uniform, and on his heavy eyelids. He had fallen asleep with Roasaline in the garden, and it was now daybreak. Her head was on his lap, and he stroked her silky black hair. "Rose.." he said, gently shaking her. "Rose, I have to go..." She just sat up, nodded, and hugged him.
Roald walked onto the dirt road. Morning sun reflecting off his hair, and his blue eyes danced. The events of yesterday weren't gone from his mind, but Rosaline was the one on it now. But she was soon taken off, as a low voice rumbled from behind him.
"Prince Roald...I told you to stay off Roz, or I'll kill ye...and KILL YOU I WILL!" Gregoy said, as he lunged at Roald, dagger in hand. He managed to cut through the chest area of Roald's tunic, and he nicked his face.
"That's for ROZ! She loves ME, you HEAR? LOVES ME!" Gregory kept on screaming. But Roald fought back, he drew his sword out, and fought Greg, who had drawn his too. But he saw that fire in his eyes, the one Kel had described just the other day. He had to admit that Greg was a great fighter, but Roald was better...and he had to show it. "THIS IS FOR OWEN! AND FOR ALL OF US YOU'VE PUT IN PERIL!" Roald cried, as he rushed at Greg, stabbing him right through the heart.
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TO BE CONTINUED...