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"These violent delights have violent ends."
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"These violent delights have violent ends."
The Witch Son
and a swift justice to those that got away with it
A carriage rip-roared its way through the forest, its wheels straining and bouncing as it went on with no sign of slowing down, inside, there was panic and worry. There was blood. So much blood. Darker than Meera had ever seen or imagined, the feel of it made everything sticky and the smell - it was like iron. She held the sash, her pretty blue sash, in place over the poor man’s worst wound as best she could, her ladies assisting in keeping his head in place and making the ride as gentle as they could despite the violent speed they went at. One of her ladies in particular did her utmost to quiet the poor crying daughter of the injured man. She herself looked like her little arm was broken. Such savagery, Meera would curse them now if she weren’t in shock and struggling to focus. At one point the man gained consciousness but all he could do was moan and mumble incoherently before he blacked out once more.
Finally, after what felt like much too long they slowed and stopped abruptly, the carriage door swinging open and the light causing them all to squint and reel back. “Your majesty?!” She heard a man say.
“This man is still alive, please tend to him and his daughter.” Meera gained her wits and informed the Belethan court physician of the situation. Though her voice came out more frightened and panicked than she would have liked.
“And your majesty are you hurt?” Came the physician’s clear and steady voice, demanding immediate answer.
“No we were not there when he was attacked now please for the love of the gods do not allow this little girl to lose a second parent on this day!” Meera yelled, and like magic the physician and his helpers strang into action, climbing into the carriage with them and pulling the man out first, the queen and her ladies filing out after them. They watched as they left, somehow out of breath, Meera herself trembling from the whole ordeal. The crying little girl next to them screamed louder when her father was out of sight, Meera motioned for one of her guards to come over.
“Please take her to where the infirmary is, I think her arm is hurt, and once she is taken care of send her to me.” Meera knelt down to the girl, “Ssshhhhh sshh shh, listen to me, they are going to help your father and help you as well. But in order for them to help him you must stay quiet and be patient little one.” The girl calmed down, still crying but at least not screaming, “There’s a brave girl, be brave for your father.” Meera handed her off to the guard and watched her leave too, and at that point one of her ladies upchucked while another passed out altogether.
Meera, feeling quite numb and faint, looked over to her ladies and at the procession, and then back at her ladies. “I do not think we are ready to be presented to the King.” She looked her hands over, covered in blood, her white dress too, only now did it cross her mind that this was all the worst possible thing that could have happened. “Can someone… can someone please pick up the Lady Nyme…” Meera wiped her forehead with her wrist, which was mostly free of blood, and turned to the Lord Cromwell, who approached her after having explained what had happened to the Belethan welcoming procession.
Finally, after what felt like much too long they slowed and stopped abruptly, the carriage door swinging open and the light causing them all to squint and reel back. “Your majesty?!” She heard a man say.
“This man is still alive, please tend to him and his daughter.” Meera gained her wits and informed the Belethan court physician of the situation. Though her voice came out more frightened and panicked than she would have liked.
“And your majesty are you hurt?” Came the physician’s clear and steady voice, demanding immediate answer.
“No we were not there when he was attacked now please for the love of the gods do not allow this little girl to lose a second parent on this day!” Meera yelled, and like magic the physician and his helpers strang into action, climbing into the carriage with them and pulling the man out first, the queen and her ladies filing out after them. They watched as they left, somehow out of breath, Meera herself trembling from the whole ordeal. The crying little girl next to them screamed louder when her father was out of sight, Meera motioned for one of her guards to come over.
“Please take her to where the infirmary is, I think her arm is hurt, and once she is taken care of send her to me.” Meera knelt down to the girl, “Ssshhhhh sshh shh, listen to me, they are going to help your father and help you as well. But in order for them to help him you must stay quiet and be patient little one.” The girl calmed down, still crying but at least not screaming, “There’s a brave girl, be brave for your father.” Meera handed her off to the guard and watched her leave too, and at that point one of her ladies upchucked while another passed out altogether.
Meera, feeling quite numb and faint, looked over to her ladies and at the procession, and then back at her ladies. “I do not think we are ready to be presented to the King.” She looked her hands over, covered in blood, her white dress too, only now did it cross her mind that this was all the worst possible thing that could have happened. “Can someone… can someone please pick up the Lady Nyme…” Meera wiped her forehead with her wrist, which was mostly free of blood, and turned to the Lord Cromwell, who approached her after having explained what had happened to the Belethan welcoming procession.
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If the Queen thought everything was going in the worst direction imaginable, Lord Chancellor Cromwell would have to disagree. On the contrary, despite the chaos of the situation, it had all been carefully planned out. An innocent party, in this case a common farmer, his wife, and his daughter would be riding down the road and fall under attack by scoundrels. They would be injured, now this part hadn’t exactly gone as planned but it was close enough - and the Queen’s party would come across them. The Queen, being who she is, would help them without second thought. And they would ride up to the castle as benevolent heroes.
The reality was more bloody, the wife dead and the father a lot more than roughed up, they had even harmed the poor little child. For all the family’s pain however, they would be avenged; Cromwell had no intention of paying them and letting them live. No, they men who did this would be killed once they reached the meeting spot they had agreed upon in order to receive the rest of their money. A thing which by now should already be done. This was an matter too delicate to leave traces behind. Besides, these men were not hired for their loyalty or secrecy, they were just hired to play bandits. They could not be trusted to keep their tongues to themselves. But dead men could.
They rode up to the castle and Sebastian dismounted in stride, his dark steed not even fully stopped. He was a good well trained stallion however and knew to halt and wait when his master was in a hurry like this, he had to, Sebastian did not bother with unruly beasts.
Sebastian walked through where the queen should have been walking and kneeled before the King and his sister. Unbothered by the spears pointed at him for daring to approach the rulers of this country without ceremony or having been summoned. “Forgive me King Magnar, I am the Queen’s chief advisor, Lord Cromwell. I have come in my impertinence to inform you of what happened.” He paused and glanced back because he heard yelling, his Queen. “We came across a family who had been attacked while on the road and in an effort to spare their lives we came post-haste. The Queen herself insisted on tending to him, and she and her ladies are no longer in any condition to meet your Majesty. There was a trail but we did not send any men after the scoundrels who committed this heinous act in your Majesty’s wood.” He explained evenly, neither sounding concerned nor troubled nor even aloof. For a man in a hurry and with ugly news he in fact seemed very well put together in contrast to the party behind him, who were all horrified and traumatized by what had happened.
Some might find that suspicious, at first, but any suspicion would soon be well explained as one came to realize that Sebastian was actually alike this most of the time. He didn’t like to betray his thoughts, anything in his expression was neutral or annoyed and his manner was cold. Besides, he was used to the sight of blood and death, it did not bother him as it bothered the courtly ladies who had never witnessed such a thing in their entire lives. He should feel guilty really, for putting his queen under such stress. But he saw it as necessary and as something she would get over eventually. It was for her good and worked towards her aim. The sooner Sebastian could make Beleth fall in love with its new queen the better. This was merely the first step in many to come.
The reality was more bloody, the wife dead and the father a lot more than roughed up, they had even harmed the poor little child. For all the family’s pain however, they would be avenged; Cromwell had no intention of paying them and letting them live. No, they men who did this would be killed once they reached the meeting spot they had agreed upon in order to receive the rest of their money. A thing which by now should already be done. This was an matter too delicate to leave traces behind. Besides, these men were not hired for their loyalty or secrecy, they were just hired to play bandits. They could not be trusted to keep their tongues to themselves. But dead men could.
They rode up to the castle and Sebastian dismounted in stride, his dark steed not even fully stopped. He was a good well trained stallion however and knew to halt and wait when his master was in a hurry like this, he had to, Sebastian did not bother with unruly beasts.
Sebastian walked through where the queen should have been walking and kneeled before the King and his sister. Unbothered by the spears pointed at him for daring to approach the rulers of this country without ceremony or having been summoned. “Forgive me King Magnar, I am the Queen’s chief advisor, Lord Cromwell. I have come in my impertinence to inform you of what happened.” He paused and glanced back because he heard yelling, his Queen. “We came across a family who had been attacked while on the road and in an effort to spare their lives we came post-haste. The Queen herself insisted on tending to him, and she and her ladies are no longer in any condition to meet your Majesty. There was a trail but we did not send any men after the scoundrels who committed this heinous act in your Majesty’s wood.” He explained evenly, neither sounding concerned nor troubled nor even aloof. For a man in a hurry and with ugly news he in fact seemed very well put together in contrast to the party behind him, who were all horrified and traumatized by what had happened.
Some might find that suspicious, at first, but any suspicion would soon be well explained as one came to realize that Sebastian was actually alike this most of the time. He didn’t like to betray his thoughts, anything in his expression was neutral or annoyed and his manner was cold. Besides, he was used to the sight of blood and death, it did not bother him as it bothered the courtly ladies who had never witnessed such a thing in their entire lives. He should feel guilty really, for putting his queen under such stress. But he saw it as necessary and as something she would get over eventually. It was for her good and worked towards her aim. The sooner Sebastian could make Beleth fall in love with its new queen the better. This was merely the first step in many to come.
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