Prologue
Disclaimer: No monkeys, bananas, or weasels were harmed in the making of this fic. However, the characters were brutally mutilated and somewhat abused. Also, as this is a fanfiction, I do not own the wonderful thing called Teen Titans. Also, I would not be writing fanfiction if I owned TT, I would be writing real fiction.
*looks above* Holy shitake mushrooms!! That is one heck of a disclaimer!
These two chapters were put up to honor the fact that the second season of Teen Titans starts on Saturday. YAY!!
This is my first TT fic so go easy on me.NOT!!! I want good solid reviews, not crap, okay? And I was saying 'not' to going easy because this actually is my fist TT fic-- *is repeatedly smacked* OWWWW!! OKAY OKAY!!! I'll get to the fic!!! Geez!!
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Starfire sighed mentally. Outside she kept the regal mask on her face and an ear on what the current petitioner was saying. It was harder than it looked to sit in Court and not offend anyone by falling asleep or looking less than perfectly attentive. Starfire had enough practice at this, however, that she could hear what the person talking was saying and still allow her thoughts to wander. She could think of so many things she would rather be doing this moment. Like flying. Perhaps to one of the flowering meadows that were so plentiful in her kingdom.
Asalen was a beautiful planet and Starfire loved to fly around, looking at all of the pretty scenery. Being Queen made it almost impossible to do that, but Starfire sneaked out occasionally and returned after a few hours of flying. Of course this annoyed her bodyguards to no end, but she liked to keep them on their toes. Although they could fly as well, they all knew that they wouldn't be able to find her if she didn't want to be found and that it was highly unlikely that they would even be able to get her to come with them if they did happen to find her. Also, they knew their Queen was overworked and loved her freedom and pretended not to be able to find her. But it still annoyed them because they couldn't "protect yer Majesty if ye're gallivantin' off."
In fact, she thought, that's exactly what I'll do this afternoon. I don't have any meetings that are so important that they can't be rescheduled for later. Just that one. I think it's about trade rights for the Altarians. Oh, well, their Prime Minister can just wait; he needs his temper cooled anyway. Star smiled to herself. The freedom would be worth the scolding she would receive from her advisors. Well, they didn't call it scolding, they called it advice, but it was really scolding.
A voice whispering in her ear brought the Queen out of her thoughts of escaping. "Your Majesty, the petitioner is ready for your reply." She saw that the final petitioner for the day, a fat annoyance who was fond of spending other people's money and wanted more "funding" (by that he meant more money for himself), was finished and that it was time for her to answer him.
"No your Society can not have extra funding because they do not need it. I have seen how much money you already have and what you spend it on. You have enough money for your needs-" Starfire continued in this vein until she had thoroughly explained, for the millionth time, that she would not give this man more "funds."
When the man had left, it signaled that it was time for morning Court to close. Starfire retired to her rooms, hearing the courtiers shuffling out behind her. Once she reached her room, Starfire shed the confining, formal gown she had worn earlier and replaced it with a much more comfortable outfit: what she wore whenever she went flying and did not have to "dress to impress," as one of her teachers had explained when she had complained about having to wear hot, heavy, and annoying gowns. Starfire left a note saying she would be back before evening Court, walked out onto her balcony and jumped, flying off toward freedom.
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"I have a job for you, assassin. I want you to get rid of the Queen of Asalen, Starfire. She has been an annoyance to me for far too long. I want her dead. I don't care how you do it; just kill her."
The ebony-haired young man listened attentively to the voice of his latest employer without looking at hid face as he was still kneeling on the floor. He could see the man's face, which in itself was unusual. Many of those who hired him didn't want their identities known, probably because if he was caught and tortured or Truth-spelled, he could end up giving them away. He hadn't been caught and was good enough to not ever be, but he wasn't so cocky as to believe that he invincible. Many would-be assassinations had been foiled by overconfidence.
"When should I expect you back?"
"I will have to gain the Queen's trust before I will be able to get close enough to kill her, so it will be a few months, seven at most. But I doubt it will take that long. From what I've heard, the Queen is too trusting for her own good."
"Excellent. I will see you when you have finished your job. Dismissed."
The assassin got to his feet and bowed. "I will see you in a few months, Your Majesty." Robin turned on his heel and left. King Slade sank back in his chair, laughing to himself. This was going just as he had planned.
Disclaimer: No monkeys, bananas, or weasels were harmed in the making of this fic. However, the characters were brutally mutilated and somewhat abused. Also, as this is a fanfiction, I do not own the wonderful thing called Teen Titans. Also, I would not be writing fanfiction if I owned TT, I would be writing real fiction.
*looks above* Holy shitake mushrooms!! That is one heck of a disclaimer!
These two chapters were put up to honor the fact that the second season of Teen Titans starts on Saturday. YAY!!
This is my first TT fic so go easy on me.NOT!!! I want good solid reviews, not crap, okay? And I was saying 'not' to going easy because this actually is my fist TT fic-- *is repeatedly smacked* OWWWW!! OKAY OKAY!!! I'll get to the fic!!! Geez!!
***
Starfire sighed mentally. Outside she kept the regal mask on her face and an ear on what the current petitioner was saying. It was harder than it looked to sit in Court and not offend anyone by falling asleep or looking less than perfectly attentive. Starfire had enough practice at this, however, that she could hear what the person talking was saying and still allow her thoughts to wander. She could think of so many things she would rather be doing this moment. Like flying. Perhaps to one of the flowering meadows that were so plentiful in her kingdom.
Asalen was a beautiful planet and Starfire loved to fly around, looking at all of the pretty scenery. Being Queen made it almost impossible to do that, but Starfire sneaked out occasionally and returned after a few hours of flying. Of course this annoyed her bodyguards to no end, but she liked to keep them on their toes. Although they could fly as well, they all knew that they wouldn't be able to find her if she didn't want to be found and that it was highly unlikely that they would even be able to get her to come with them if they did happen to find her. Also, they knew their Queen was overworked and loved her freedom and pretended not to be able to find her. But it still annoyed them because they couldn't "protect yer Majesty if ye're gallivantin' off."
In fact, she thought, that's exactly what I'll do this afternoon. I don't have any meetings that are so important that they can't be rescheduled for later. Just that one. I think it's about trade rights for the Altarians. Oh, well, their Prime Minister can just wait; he needs his temper cooled anyway. Star smiled to herself. The freedom would be worth the scolding she would receive from her advisors. Well, they didn't call it scolding, they called it advice, but it was really scolding.
A voice whispering in her ear brought the Queen out of her thoughts of escaping. "Your Majesty, the petitioner is ready for your reply." She saw that the final petitioner for the day, a fat annoyance who was fond of spending other people's money and wanted more "funding" (by that he meant more money for himself), was finished and that it was time for her to answer him.
"No your Society can not have extra funding because they do not need it. I have seen how much money you already have and what you spend it on. You have enough money for your needs-" Starfire continued in this vein until she had thoroughly explained, for the millionth time, that she would not give this man more "funds."
When the man had left, it signaled that it was time for morning Court to close. Starfire retired to her rooms, hearing the courtiers shuffling out behind her. Once she reached her room, Starfire shed the confining, formal gown she had worn earlier and replaced it with a much more comfortable outfit: what she wore whenever she went flying and did not have to "dress to impress," as one of her teachers had explained when she had complained about having to wear hot, heavy, and annoying gowns. Starfire left a note saying she would be back before evening Court, walked out onto her balcony and jumped, flying off toward freedom.
***
"I have a job for you, assassin. I want you to get rid of the Queen of Asalen, Starfire. She has been an annoyance to me for far too long. I want her dead. I don't care how you do it; just kill her."
The ebony-haired young man listened attentively to the voice of his latest employer without looking at hid face as he was still kneeling on the floor. He could see the man's face, which in itself was unusual. Many of those who hired him didn't want their identities known, probably because if he was caught and tortured or Truth-spelled, he could end up giving them away. He hadn't been caught and was good enough to not ever be, but he wasn't so cocky as to believe that he invincible. Many would-be assassinations had been foiled by overconfidence.
"When should I expect you back?"
"I will have to gain the Queen's trust before I will be able to get close enough to kill her, so it will be a few months, seven at most. But I doubt it will take that long. From what I've heard, the Queen is too trusting for her own good."
"Excellent. I will see you when you have finished your job. Dismissed."
The assassin got to his feet and bowed. "I will see you in a few months, Your Majesty." Robin turned on his heel and left. King Slade sank back in his chair, laughing to himself. This was going just as he had planned.