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Another drink
And the bell tolls one
Another drink
When the day's begun
Another drink
In the afternoon
Another drink
When the day is through
Another drink
When you lay in bed
Another drink
And you're surely dead!
The pen scribbled the words onto the paper, as a lightly accented British voice laughed bitterly, and threw both the pen and paper onto an oak dresser. The slender hand that once held the pen, then grabbed a large glass of wine…
The floorboards creaked underneath Siegfried's feet, as he paced back and forth in the room he had been given by the love-struck Queen of England. Already, in the room for two hours, the silence, and the lack of company was starting to get to the blonde knight. He missed Ivy dearly, and was fearful that she might try something; considering she had been led to thinking he would be killed. Siegfried turned to the large glass window, and looked down at the lush gardens, shaking his head slightly. There just had to be a way out…
Ivy…please don't do anything hasty…
"Oh Siegfried, darling!" The double French doors burst open, and Mary Tudor strode in, snatching Siegfried from the window, and turning him to face her.
"It's such a lovely day, darling! Why don't we go for a walk in the gardens, hmm?" the Queen asked, stroking Siegfried's long, blonde hair.
With her words, and idea began to form in the knight's head. A small smile appeared on his lips, as he pulled away from the Queen.
"A walk you say? It sounds good." Siegfried replied, offering his arm to the lady at his side. The Queen broke out into an unexpected smile, and she took the knight's arm as they walked out of his room, out of the castle, and down to the lush castle grounds below.
The draperies were closed; the windows were shut, and the large oak doors were closed. Inside the chambers of the lady of the mansion, Ivy Valentine was stretched out on her bed, sipping a glass of red wine. Silent tears were falling down her face, as she continued to drink her death. What did it matter anyways? Siegfried was gone…soon to be executed, according to that Archbishop. Ivy knew that she had nothing else to live for…she knew that they would be coming for her next…
Slowly, she poured herself another glass, and downed it entirely. One second closer to the end…her life's clock was at 11:59.
"See…isn't this nice?" Mary Tudor asked, as she sat down on a large stone garden bench. Siegfried, however, simply stood behind the Queen, his mind reeling. There were four guards around them, taking turns standing watch at each of the exits. If the blonde knight was ever to get a chance to escape, he was going to have to do it when the guards changed their positions.
"My lady…are you thirsty, by any chance?" Siegfried asked, leaning down and making eye contact with the demanding Queen, his breath tickling her face. "I want to make sure that my Queen is not wishing for anything while I am at her side."
His words seemed to have done the job, catching the blonde Queen by surprise, and she blushed slightly, before giggling happily. Her laughter filled the courtyard as she clapped her hands together in approval.
"Oh I just knew you'd see it my way! Finally, you have begun to see past that annoying white-haired witch!" she exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with unheard maddening laughter.
"Of course I would like something to drink…Some tea perhaps."
"Of course, my Queen." Siegfried replied, as he turned to face the noblewoman, and gave a deep bow, before standing up and walking towards the exit of the palace grounds. Just as the guards were changing their positions, he made a bolt for the gate. The sound of grass crunching underneath his feet were heard by no one, it seemed, as Siegfried reached the gate, and unbolted it.
Ah! Free at last…
Not even a moment after the thought had been drawn from Siegfried's mind, a large hand was placed on the knight's shoulder.
"Going somewhere, you naïve little twit?"
From the feeling of the vice-grip that the hand had on the knight's shoulder, and from the words that had come from the voice, Siegfried immediately knew who was behind him. Slowly, with a beaten look on his face, the blonde turned to face the menacing features of Reginald Pole. The man had an obviously smug look on his lips, as he cocked an eyebrow at the knight in front of him, and tightened his grip on Siegfried's shoulder so that his fingers were beginning to dig into the blonde's skin.
"Aren't you going to say anything, you little bastard?" the Archbishop demanded.
"Your foul language shows just what sort of a disgrace you are to the church." Siegfried spat. But his comeback was only met by the laughter of the man who held him hostage.
"I can act as I damn well please. I work for the Queen...she doesn't care what I say, what I do, or how I act...just so long as I bring in the money for her grubby little hands to use to further glorify herself."
"You...have a grudge against her Majesty?" Siegfried asked cautiously. His words only made Reginald upset though, and the older man forced the knight against the metal gate. Flesh met metal, and tore instantly. Siegfried bit his tongue to prevent his pain from being vocalized. This apparently amused the Archbishop, though, and he ran his hand through the knight's hair, and yanked it up, pulling the blonde towards him.
"Listen to me and listen well, you good-for-nothing-German." The older man hissed, his putrid breath washing over Siegfried's face.
"I wouldn't mind riling up the "good Queen" for a little bit. You have fourty-five minutes...and then we're coming to get you. Myself, and the Queen's army...I know where you're wanting to go, but if you leave this country, this city, this area of London...we will find you. Because, as you know, if the Queen isn't happy, England isn't happy. Are we clear, you German devil?"
It took Siegfried several moments to realize the deal he was being given. But when it finally sunk into the blonde's mind, his eyes widened, and then narrowed, meeting the gaze of the corrupt Archbishop.
"Crystal." The knight managed to reply, before he was shoved out of the gate, and onto the street. He had only less than an hour to get Ivy, and run away. Despite the warning of the Archbishop, the knight had to take this oppertunity.
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holds up pocketwatch "11:59:09..."
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