Author's Note: Well I'm really bored, and I have no new fanfic to read. I'm beginning to experience Glint and Guile Deprivation. To understand why, read the fanfiction written by Anastasia Adagio. BELIEVE ME, You won't regret it. And part of this scene is form another fic I'm writing called Lying Game, but I adapted it for this fic here. XD
Disclaimer: I do not own Galbatorix, nor do I own the Ra'zac
Propaganda
With a wild cry the Ra'zac knocked to the ground by a wave of energy as the chandelier exploded with tremendous energy and shattered glass. The din silent compared to the shriek of surprise and fear as a white sword whistled past the shorter Ra'zac's face.
Horrified, the taller Ra'zac turned, to see her visibly trembling beneath her cloak.
"The Two of You WHAT?" The King shouted. He descended from his throne in a flurry of black cape. "What happened?" Galbatorix hissed. The threat was evident.
Then to he noticed the king's dark eyes flicker toward his sister standing some feet behind him. Instinctually, he glanced over-"Don't look at her! You answer me." His head was roughly jerked back into place by an invisible force.
Worming through the fear, in his mind he searched for his voice and the memories of the event that had enraged the king. Truthfully, he couldn't even remember what he'd said that had put them in their current situation, let alone what happened two weeks before. A squeak, followed by a whimper cut through the silence. He was taking too long.
His blood boiled at the sound as a cold dread turned his blood cold. What was the king doing to her? Oh gods….what happened? Two weeks ago? Carvahall-shit!
"I- we-failed," his voice shook. The king's obsidian eyes narrowed, boring into his the way no other human eyes possibly could. "It wasn't our fault. We did not perpetrate the violence. The conflict wasss initiated by the villagersss." He would have stepped back, he would have rushed to his sister, but he couldn't move. He was completely at the king's mercy and any harm that further befell sister was going to be the result of what he said or didn't say.
"We ssset up camp not far the village and sent only six soldiersss, in pairs of two, into the village at any one time to ask questionsss. Beside ourselves. We were constantly trolling the village in search of information or the boy. We were told the boy was on a hunting trip, and no one knew anything about Eragon. Then after two daysss our camp was attacked by the villagersss and the boy was with them, leading the charge. We retaliated to defend ourselves. Only to defend ourselves, and not beyond forgiveness we withdrew before there were any casualtiesss, and told them and the boy that all we wanted was information. We were willing to leave without ssspilling blood if they gave us that we needed to know. They refusssed, and we had no choice then, but to become forceful. Yet even then we were not unduly so."
He took a breath. He had not heard a sound save for his own voice and the pounding of blood in his ears. Was his sister okay? What had the king done to make her whimper in the first place? She never made noises like that. Ever. Terrified by the stifling silence and weighty glare of the king he continued. The sooner he finished his tale the better.
"A villager came to us and helped us infiltrate the village, guiding us to the boy's temporary nessst. We sssnuck into the house, and into the boy'sss room, with a few of our men to apprehend him and keep the othersss in the housssehold form hindering us. He was not asleep alone, and it was by luck that the head male of the nest came to his aid, helping him essscape. But he did sssteal away his mate, and having obssserved from afar, how they interacted with one another, we are certain he will come to us to get her. We will catch the boy." Now please let my sister go!
A silence fell between them as Galbatorix glared at him, mulling over the events that had led to Carvahall's destruction. Slowly the king withdrew, before turning his back on them and crossing the throne room. Only when the king had reached the window did the Ra'zac hear a thud behind him, before stumbling as the magic binding him place released him.
Turning, his sister was slowly rising to her hands and knees. In a heartbeat he was by her side, lifting her up. She leaned against him, mutely watching the king with dim eyes. Pulling her close he held her to him as if he could shield her from whatever pain she was feeling. He rested is beak on the top of her head at an angle that allowed him to keep an eye on the king.
Galbatorix, was reclining casually against the side of the window frame, the fingers of his right hand tapping rapidly against the sill. For a long time they stood no one moving, until the finger tapping stopped, abruptly replaced by a fit of laughter. Both Ra'zac stiffened and keeping a firm grip on his sister's hand the taller Ra'zac turned to face whatever new threat they were to be faced with. But the king ignored them, bending over the window sill, he was laughing so hard.
Slowly the laugh faded into his normal chuckle broken only by a needed breath of air.
Finally he turned, his face brightened by a smile that looked innocuously genuine. Immediately the Ra'zac's hackles raised and a hiss threatened to slide from his mouth. No way in Hell was he going to trust that look.
"I have a brilliant plan! Oh gods, it's PERFECT!" The king burst into another fit of laughter that he struggled to stifle.
"Oh my, oh my, oh my. I know how to end this war before it escalates further. The two of you have given me an excellent idea- I will send for a healer to tend to you," he said seriously before his face cracked into a smile once more. The Ra'zac glared and an indiscernible sound softly emanated from his sister's throat. Gently he squeezed her hand and she leaned against his back.
"Oh goodness this is perfect." The king with bounce in his step flounced to his throne and perched in the cushioned chair with excited dark eyes.
"I think this is a job the two of you will actually enjoy. It seems to me that the Varden hates the Empire and the more I send siege equipment and soldiers, the more they hate me. That's because they don't get it. I want you to take notes." He crooked his finger at the taller Ra'zac.
The Ra'zac's heart had gone to his throat the moment the king's finger pointed at him. Hastily, he pulled away from his sister, only to have his heart lurch as the whispered word, "Brother," followed him.
Grabbing a stack of papers, a hard bound book to write on, an inkwell, and a quill, he settled on the floor prepared to take notes. His sister plopped down next to him, her eyes still dim and clouded.
Once the quill was ink laden and his eyes looked up, Galbatorix began. "Instead of sending siege equipments and soldiers let's try this: Send everyone in the Varden propaganda. And before the fighting escalates; 'You want to go to war? You want a piece of us? Fine. Fine. But before you I want you to understand us a little bit better.'"
The pen hurriedly scribbled across the paper, as the king continued. "HI! I'm the Empire. I discovered the true name of the Ancient Language for fun,"-The Ra'zac stiffened- "I have created a spell that can burn the entirety of Du Weldenvarden is zero to eight seconds, because, phht!" He shrugged. "I was Bored! Piss me off and see what I do! And I may feel bad about it later! Ask the Ra'zac. But before I feel bad, I'm going to jack you up! And then I'm going to send you food! BECAUSE I'M GALBATORIX and I'm Schizophrenic! Don't mess with a nation that needs medication!"
Disturbed and amused at the same time, the Ra'zac's pen scribbled the word 'schizophrenic,' across the page.
"Now I want you to take your sister to see a healer, and I want you to find someone downstairs, and have them copy fifty thousand of those into empirical posters and after that I want the two of you to fly to the Varden and dump them on the Rebels' heads."
Jumping up the taller Ra'zac pulled his sister to her feet, and they both bowed to the king as respectfully as they did to their parents. In a flurry he returned the book, quill, and inkwell to their proper places, before leading his sister from the throne room.
The second the door closed, the short Ra'zac turned and buried her head into her brother's chest, trembling as she did so. The paper fell unheeded to the floor as he held her. Neither of them noticed or cared both had their hoods down.
"It'll be all right. I promise. It will be all right," he clucked softly. He felt her fingers dig into his chest, and whimper rose from the depths of the dark fabric and crinkled insignia. "Ssshhh, your brother has a plan." He clicked conspiratorially. Her head rose and she looked at him with a mixture of curiosity, pain, and relief.
"When we go to deliver the propaganda, we're going to join the Varden."
His words were met a shocked and disbelieving gasp. "Brother…."
He smiled encouragingly before tugging her hood over her head. He bent to pick up the paper, pulling up his own hood as he did so. Rising he took her hand. "Let's follow Gabby's orders for the time being." He whispered.
His sister made and amused sound, letting herself be tugged away.