KING SLAYING

5 days ago King Heceriil arrived and the commotion has died down. He never leaves the castle but for to deliver some horseshit speech about how the Aldmeri Dominion were only conquering Tamriel to because of some threat that only all the countries can united could withstand. I remember the speech he gave yesterday, this is what he said:

"Citizens of Winterhold, you may wonder why our presence in Skyrim is important. Well, I am willing to digress on this situation. The thing is, all our lives are in terrible danger. We may only live if we all pull together,don't quote me on that,"Which was obviously funny to him because he had a stretching smile."And yes, you may say why not ask all the countries ,which is a valid question, but you may all have fled to Akavir or another continent-"

"No, we wouldn't we would stand and fight!" Someone cut him off.

"Arrest him." He says."On this planet," He continues," The truth is we don't know what the threat is. As such we think it is alien to this planet." He finishes.

"How do we know if this is isn't just a big lie!" Someone else shouts out.

Guards approached him and arrested him as well.

I come out of my flashback and into the real world. I walked out of my room and only saw Ralof sitting at the bar with a mead. It didn't take me long to deduce the fact that Brynjolf was no doubt stealing again.

"Are you ready for tonight?" I ask him.

"So long as it goes to plan why should I worry." He replies, showing confidence.

"Good. You've got confidence. If I'm honest I'm hoping that the gods are showing favour to us because I don't fancy rotting away under Skyrim!" I say, speaking my mind.

"Anyway keep it down, the amount of guards in here if the catch wind we won't even make it past the door of this inn."He retorts, with a serious look on his face.

"You're right." I say

"I'm guessing that Brynjolf is away filling his coin purse" I say, changing the subject.

"That's right. Let's go find him." He says finishing off his mead.

We walk out of the inn and the sun is high in the sky. It stings my eyes. It takes a while for them to adjust to the change from the rather dark and glum inn. I look around the streets, they were bustling with life. How do we find Brynjolf in this, I ask myself. Common sense told me to wait for someone to yell "Thief!" and chase the culprit. We walk around in the hopes of finding him. We move in and through all of the people and some alleys, searching everywhere for Brynjolf. After around 5 minutes of searching we eventually find him, eyeballing potential victims.

"Not thieving, were you?" I ask, smiling.
"No! Just borrowing without people finding out." Brynjolf replies with a smile.

We laugh with each other and walk back to the inn. We reach the inn quickly and I head straight to my room and decided to get some rest before the big scheme.

I wake up after around seven hours of sleep, feeling much more ready for the task ahead. I walk out of the room and see Ralof and Brynjolf conferring. I approach them.

"Are you ready?" I ask, deadly serious.

"Let's go." Ralof says with the same tone.

We approach the door and leave in silence. As we walked to the castle, guided only by moon-light, the inevitability of failure loomed over us ,apparent as ever. The silence seemed to build as approached our destinations. I notice the alley where I should hide and I depart from my company.

"This is where we part ways, for now. Just get it done and if something goes wrong then head back to Whiterun and explain my fate." I say, expecting this to be the last time I heard their voice and felt the wind on my face and the fresh air filling my lungs.

"Talos guide you, friend." Ralof says, Brynjolf was away preparing to walk by and "steal" from Ralof.

"You too, goodbye." I say and sink into the darkness of the alley.

I crouch in the darkness and wait patiently. I fix my gaze upon the guards at the door, hoping for them to take the bait. I hear Brynjolf's footsteps. I see him pass the alley and bump in to Ralof.

"Sorry." I hear them mumble.

Ralof feels his pocket, pretending to have been pickpocketed.

"Stop, thief!" I hear Ralof yell, two of the four guards ran after him.

I sigh in dismay as I didn't want to have to kill more people than necessary. I appear from the shadows and approach the Elvish guards. I slay them before they even drew their swords. I was about to dress up as a guard and walk through the doors but I hear commotion from the other side. I signal Ralof to run away and I drag the dead Elves into the shadows closest to the door, next to the castle. I decide that I would need to climb the side of the castle and up the tower. I take off my armour, but for my chain mail, and take my regular blade and swap it for my dagger. I put all of this into the shadows where I hid the bodies and began to climb the castle. I grabbed the wall and found a suitable foothold. I lift my arm to another notch in the wall and place were my hands first where. I carry on this method until I couldn't find another hold.Shit!, I think to myself. I see that the main the part of the castle, where the main hall was presumably, was in reach of a strong jump. I take a deep breath and jump. I jump and glide through the air and manage to grab the edge of the castle. I swing my leg over the side and swing the rest of my body on top of the castle. I look up to the dark sky lit by a million stars and a moon and breath and get over the fact that I had to climb up and extra 20ft ,roughly. I take a last breath and stand. I approach the side of the tower and try to calculate my route up as best I could in the moonlight. I find my route and jump into it. I climb and climb and climb and my arms began to ache with the burden of me behind them. Thankfully, there was an open window nearby so I quickly grab onto the ledge and peek in. Deserted. I climb in and quickly scarper under the bed and let arms rest. I hear footsteps and voices. All expressions fades from my now sweating face. The door opens. An elf wearing fine clothes that only the rich or noble could obtain. I hear a voice that I instantly recognize it was Heceriil's. God's be praised, I think to myself. The door stays ajar and I hear more chatter.

"What do I do about the Nords who have a brain?" A guard says.

"Kill them, I knew that cover up was far fetched but I didn't think they would try and resist." Heceriil says, sounding rather panicked.

I hear the door close and the king sits down. I creep from under the bed and draw my dagger. I stand and cast a shadow ,from the candles, all over the room. I walk up to him.

"You're damn right we'd resist!" I whisper, my voice filled with hate.

Just as I'm about to slit his throat the door opens. I see the elf from the bar 5 days ago.

"You!" He shouts.

"You!" I shout back.

He quickly draws a dagger and throws into my shoulder. I shout in pain. I try to rip it free but it was stuck in tight. I knock out the king before he seen my face and I run up to Tarene and slit his throat. No-one knew my face and I intended to keep it that way. I ran up the spiral staircase with a bunch of guards at my tail. I stab one and he falls which trips up all who followed.I sprint up the spiral staircase faster and eventually reach the highest room in the tower. I realize that my time had came. I turn around noticing an open window and the water under.

"Kneel!" A guard barks" Hands up!" He yells again.

"You think my death will protect your King!" I say." I have an army, ready to die for his death!" I yell to them and run and dive from the window.