The sweat ran down Roald's cheek, he stood there, breathing heavily, and pulled out his sword from Gregory. He had killed him. Had thrust his sword right through his heart. He felt like throwing up, but it had to be done! he thought....It had to be done...

"Roald!" screamed Kel, "Roald!" she cried, off in the distance. He saw another figure with her.

"No.." he moaned. The other figure with her was Father Sunskrit. He would NEVER understand what Roald had just done, never.

"Roa-" she said, stopping a few feet from Gregory's body. "Roald...did you?"

He nodded, and turned his sweat-stained face up to face Kel's. "It was him, or more rebellion Kel. I had no other choice, he was going to kill me..."

"Roald! I can't believe you did that!" Kel screamed into his face. Priest Sunskrit's face turned pale, as he heard the truth from Roald.

"You really shouldn't have Roald..." he continued.

"But i TOLD you the reasons," Roald protested.

"DAMMIT ROALD! You're smarter than this. You'll be charged with MURDER if Gregory isn't proven the head of this whole revolt. And we can't exactly question him now can we?" she told him, cheeks red, and eyes popping out.
Roald felt a cold wash all over his body. She was right, he knew it, and everyone else would too.

"Wait.." Kel suddenly said, "There's that other person in on this revolt thing. What was her name? Rosaline. Roald, you're home free if we can find her and charge her. Come on, there's no time to waste!" she said, pulling on his arm.

"NO! Um...I'll find her on my own. Kel just hold on, let's not rush..."

Kel looked at him, exasperated. "I hope you know that you are making a VERY bad decision in waiting your highness. But I'll obey you." she said, as she turned on her heel. "Oh, and by the way," she said, as she turned around, "You know if you don't get that woman reported, you'll be going to Corus tommorow, where they'll charge you. So pack up your things Roald. We're leaving."

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

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Ale mugs clanked around her, and the smell of stale smoke was in the air. It was a party of the servants, one very similar to the one she had met Roald in. She smiled just thinking about him, while standing by the wall, a very uncharacteristic thing for her at these things. She saw Sampson approach her, he was Gregory's closest male friend, and the 3rd head in this revolt. She had thought about that revolt a lot lately. Now that she knew Roald, and understood him, she didn't know if she could continue with it. But now that she saw Sampson, she was going to tell him that they had to meet with Gregory. She wanted to call off the revolt, or not be a part of it anymore, her love was much more important.

"ROZ!" Sampson called above the noise. "ROZ! ROSALINE!"

"Sampson, I need you to get Greg. We all need to talk" she started,

"But that's what I came to talk to you about," he said.

"Whatever it is, this is more important, i just need you to go find Gregory, ok?"

"Roz...he's dead, he got killed."

Rosaline's face fell. As much as she loved Roald, Greg had been a very big part of her life as well.

"Sampson...who did it?" she whispered, shaking his shoulders. "WHO DID IT?"

"I believe the Prince did, Roald they call him." he said.

Rosaline's feet almost fell out from under her, but she held her compsoture. "Do you know why?" she asked, first calmly, but then started screaming it at Sampson.

"Roz, calm down. No I don't know why. Why such the fuss anyways, we were going to do it eventually."

She felt her stomach churn, and blackness swirl around her.

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TO BE CONTINUED...