here i introduced another of my favorite charactors, Soren. i cant remember where his name came from, ( i think some name generator)but i thought it fit. this has some more background information in it, and a really confusing end, which i like for that reason!
enjoy!
this is an original story, so no copying, and remember that i intend to use this later and hopefully get it published.
Chapter 16
Soren
In Tollone's center, Bercotte, "Prince" Soren (son of the late Prince Mortaro, Usurper of King Gavin, to use his full title.) was as his Tarelian counterpart, pacing his thinking chamber. Though he was not as jaw-dropping handsome as Henric, the dark haired Soren at 22 was renowned for his incredible wit and charm, he was the opposite in every way of Henric.
Before the usurping, his father had been a very good friend with the late king. He had been persuaded and pressured into the plot by Marco. He had only used the title "Prince" as a formality. Neither Mortaro, nor his son had ever been comfortable with the knowledge that the true Prince was out there, rumored to have been taken in as a wizard's apprentice and one of the Wizard Council members. Soren never liked the idea that he had betrayed his childhood playmate. It burned his conscience like hot oil, so much so that a few years ago, when a Lord, threatened by the Brocklebanians, appeared to speak with his father, Soren had confided his doubts and fears in the lord's son, a boy about his age.
Soren told this stranger his dearest wish, to abdicate the throne back to the true prince. The two boys immediately became close friends, and wrote to each other often, telling each other every fear and woe. Until one day, the letters stopped. The Lord vanished from the court, and no one could even remember where his castle was located.
Soren paced, and paced. Allowing thoughts, to come and go. He was preparing to abdicate, to ignore the vile threats that slime ball Henric had sent him, and he needed a way to contact the rebels, without jeopardizing his life.
"Gigand, have they readied tea yet?" He questioned his advisor Lord Gigand.
"No, but the cook assures me it will be out in "less than a minuet" I don't believe him. That was ten minuets ago." Gigand huffed.
"Me too" echoed Soren absent-mindedly. He sighed and dropped unceremoniously into a chair.
Footsteps thundered down the corridor outside the chamber. "Gigand, can you see who that is? They are giving me a headache. Thank you."
Gigand nodded and stepped silently out of the room. Soren rubbed his temples and yawned. The night was wearing on and still no clear ideas came to him. The door burst open suddenly, and Gigand hurriedly strode across the polished floor.
When he spoke, he sounded scared, not at all his usual sarcastic self. "Forget tea my lord, Prince Henric has sent a messenger!"
Seth stood in the main hall of the palace. He absorbed the grandeur around him, the marble statues, the beautiful tapestries, the silk drapes, (the color was off, but that could be changed). He breathed deeply; this place would be a fine reward for his service to Henric.
He turned as the tall carved oak doors opened behind him, and Soren and his advisor Gigand strode in.
Soren wasted no time, as he crossed the marble floor "what do you want?"
"Soren!" Seth replied "I'm shocked! Where is the famed hospitality I'm told about?"
"It is reserved for those who do not serve traitors and murderers." Soren snapped back.
"Well I'm sorry that you feel that way," Seth said apologetically. He lowered his voice to a growl "but you will show me the respect I demand!" He finished. "Besides, I have important news!" He added cheerfully, his confidant demeanor back in an instant.
"What does the murderer want from me this time?" Sighed Soren, sensing that the argument was lost.
"Just for you to do him a favor,"
"And what is this favor?" Asked Soren, becoming annoyed.
"Seth raised his right hand and snapped his fingers once, eight soldiers from Caperoni rushed in, two dragging young girl about 19, bound and gagged.
"Who is this?" Asked Soren confused.
"This is Tara, she is a sneak and a very bad liar, you should have heard the cover she tried to tell me when I found out she was following me! Talk about tall tales!"
Seth kicked Tara's leg, and she struck out with her tightly tied feet, catching him behind the knee and bringing him to the floor. The guards subdued her once more as Seth stood again.
"Stupid girl, you think you'll escape like that? Ha!"
Soren was shocked. "What does Henric want?" He asked again, not looking away from the girl.
"Henric" Seth continued, "Wants you to leave her in these dungeons, until he sends word." He looked evilly at Tara, "If he sends word."
Tara struggled again, her panic revealed in her eyes.
"I can't do that," said Soren, filled with pity for her, she was beautiful, with dark hair and eyes.
Tara furiously shook her head no at him, but Soren looked away. "Was her crime enough to send her to prison? And why here? Caperoni has plenty of cells. I cannot allow this. No." he shook his head.
Seth smiled. "I was hoping you'd say something like that." He nodded to the guards, who immediately pinned Soren's arms to his sides, and bound him. "Prince Soren, by decree of Prince Henric, you are arrested for Treason to the countries of Tarelia and Tollone." Seth announced proudly.
Gigand protested from behind, and he too was restrained.
"I Seth, of Hadsworth, take claim of this land for His Majesty Prince Henric of Tarelia." He smiled grimly at his captives. Turning to his guards he smacked his hands together and said. "Well now that its official boys lock them up!"
He waved as the three prisoners were dragged out of the hall to be placed in the lowest dampest cell the castle could provide.
come on! you know what to do! dont be lazy! i know how to say it in spanish too if english isnt working for you.
a BIG heaping helping of good karma to my new beta readerCate, so you can thank her when the chapters start making more sense!
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D.L. Shores
