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King Malcolm

Disclaimer: Cause why not do an idea set in a time of Kingdoms and what not?

Summary: King Malcolm, Ruler of the Kingdom of Star, is absolutely furious about a few ne'er do wells making chaos and the like in HIS land.

"I hereby declare a reward of 20,000 gold to whomever can bring me the damned Green Arrow and his band of Thieves! Dead or alive, it matters not to me! For I shan't stand for their actions a moment longer!" Declared King Malcolm of Clan Merlyn from a high spot of his castle to the people below.

As for the past six Full Moons, a man in a green hood and his followers had been attacking and stealing from King Malcolm. None of his soldiers had been able to put a stop to them and it was highly suspected that there were those in the Kingdom and even quite possibly the Royal Court itself that were giving aid to the band of ne'er do wells. The more troubling aspect of it was the fact the Green Arrow as many had taken to calling him for his green garb and green colored arrows, loudly supported King Robert of Clan Queen, the one true King. The very same King that the Green Arrow claimed that Malcolm killed in order to take his throne for his own ends many years ago. Along with taking King Robert's wife, Moira due to the fact he had always coveted her for himself. Murmurings could be heard within the large crowd and Malcolm chose to take things a step further.

"Furthermore, I shalt grant whomever brings me the Green Arrow and his ilk a large plot of land of their very own to cultivate. And if they so wish it, I shall even grant them status as a Knight of the Kingdom."

The murmurings grew louder from the crowd. "YOU SHALT HAVE THE CURS BEFORE YOU ON THE MORROW OR MY NAME TISN'T CONSTANTINE OF CLAN DRAKON!"

Similar claims were heard all through out the crowd as Malcolm nodded in approval. As this went on, a man covered by a brown cloak and hood made his leave with a shake of the head. This man was none other then Oliver of the Queen Clan, the one true Heir to the Throne of the Kingdom of Star. Son of Robert and Moira and was believed to be dead like his father courtesy of a plot by Malcolm the People had yet to know of. Quickly, he climbed a top a roof and looked towards the crowd and the King. "GOD SAVE THE TRUE ROYAL FAMILY! OLIVER OF THE QUEEN CLAN LIVES!" And with that, he shot an arrow that contained a message wrapped around it.

One that nearly struck Malcolm and embedded itself in the wall behind him as Oliver threw down a smoke pellet to make his escape. Murmurings were stirred again as an enraged Malcolm was rushed within the Castle for his own safety. "Not a word, Moira! NOT A WORD!" Roared the man and Moira flinched back and glared seconds later.

For which she was slapped quite harshly in the face, an act that sent her stumbling. "If my son is truly alive, then your days as this land's King are numbered." She told him icily before hastily making her leave.

"THIS LAND AND ITS CROWN ARE MINE! AS IS MY RIGHT!"

Damnedable madman! May God not be cruel and that my son is truly alive.

Author's Notes: I know this is a little weird but hey, weird works sometimes and I just had to get it out of my system. Plus let me get my mind off some news I learned where my mom and potential paralysis is concerned.