2025-09-06 04:48:22The crowd booed Oscar but Greynor clapped as if he were impressed, but he wasn't and neither was the king, Jakar was relieved whilst Matar seemed as impressed as Leah was.
"That was such an impressive performance hound, I was very entertained and I'm sure you wouldn't mind a second opponent would you?" Greynor said aloud "I'm not here for anybody's entertainment my Prince" Oscar replied as well "Then it would be a shame to find nobody defending your lady's honor" Greynor laughed "Go fetch Abgan" he said to one of the kings guard bahind them "I think we've seen enough boy" The king dismissed "Father that green bastard fell Joben, a hulk even our knights wouldn't face, that sends a message" "Green? That boy has seen more wars than you who has never set foot in a battlefield and any message that has been sent here today is of your hand....some king you're growing up to be" king Greymon scoffed "There is no shame in defending our honor father, our house must be feared and that bastard must learn, bring Abgan Sir mallow" Greynor said and Sir mallow obliged "Lady Hearst is about to become your sister-in-law, that makes her family" Greyson repudiated trying earnestly to cloak his profound displeasure "That bastard sure isn't my family and I want him dead" Greynor growled. Abgan was brought to the field not long after, he was huge as well but dressed in rags, he was a filthy prisoner put their for his crimes of banditry and sexual assault, he is famous for his brutish nature so evident it took more than 5 city watch men to bring him down, Abgan was more fat than muscular with a round dull face and although they put a sword in his hand and sent him off to face Oscar, his poor hygiene seemed more of a bigger threat. They promised to shorten his years of sentence if he could defeat Oscar but that didn't seem likely because he was slower than Joben and wore no body armor as his fat belly wouldn't tolerate one, his swings allowed for more opening when deflected and this came as no surprise, Abgan was a brute but he had no military training nor experience, Oscar, in evading three of Abgan's big swings encouraged the big man to move forward and when he did so did Oscar, putting his left foot against Abgan's left and then using his right to kick Abgan behind the knee, this sent the big man kneeling over, providing the opening Oscar required to bury his spear's end into his back, Abgan cried in pain as his sword fell, Oscar took out the bloody spear and threw it away, then he picked up Abgan's sword and the big man could only manage to crawl away in fear, but Oscar walked right up to him, lifted the sword in the air and chopped off his head, blood splattered across and the crowd cheered but when Oscar picked up the severed head, dripping with blood, walked over to the eastern end of the field where the king and his family sat above and lifted the head for them to see, they went mute. The king was shocked and so was Greyson, Marilyn was impressed but Greynor was boiling in fury. "The arrogance" Lord Yadrick Dover gleamed in disgust. "I want 5 men on him" Greynor ordered "Enough of this nonsense, I'll have none of it" The king barked at his son "Father their impunity must be...." "I said no and I am the king!" Greymon declared "It's an insult to us and if you won't challenge it, I will" Greynor insisted, pulling out his sword and rising in readiness to face Oscar. "Put your sword away you reckless fool, he will gut you like a Kipper" the king squawked at him "Surely 5 of our best would end this charade, your Majesty, the crowd is watching after all" Dover suggested, Greymon, although reluctantly gave consideration to Dover's words and gave the signal to Sir mallow whom left at once to find worthy opponents. "Strenght is never attained by desperate acts of self glorification, that's called pride, strenght is earned and your ignorance of this brings our house shame and shows how unprepared you are to become king" Greymon said, utterly disappointed but Greynor simply took his seat and paid him no mind. 5 men were selected from amongst the city watch to face Oscar, the boy grinned and proceeded to select two short swords for the bout, the men had half plate armors on as usual for the city watch with vambraces, helms and shields, they formed a wall, placing their shield forward and their swords atop pointing outwards, they marched slowly in unison towards him, Leah was fully invested, hoping Oscar would emerge victorious. He stood before the one in the middle who had his sword at the ready to strike and he kicked the man's shield sending him backwards thus breaking the wall, he defended against the two closest to him who swung at him and when the fellow that was kicked ran forward to join in, Oscar grabbed his shield and rolled backwards like a wheel, sending the man to the ground where he struck lethally at the neck, the remaining four came swinging but he eluded them by ducking down and dashing through two of them with both his swords slicing through their thighs, they kept at him still, attacking in disarray and giving him as little room as possible, Oscar held his own but sustained a cut on his left leg however he did manage to kill another with a lethal jab at the upper arm causing severe blood loss, he then found an opening when he faced one of them without a shield who was also limping, he blocked his strike, lifted the man and threw him at another leaving only one standing and Oscar pounced on him like a man possessed, strike after strike, he fought back as well but was no match for Oscar's pace, he got a sword to the throat and in that spirit he hurtled forth at the other 2 whom were without their helms or shield, his two swords gave him the advantage of landing quick strikes and deflecting all at the same time, they both suffered at least 3 flesh cuts in the bout before Oscar slashed one on his face and sent him crawling away in pain, Oscar at this point was covered in blood, most of which weren't his and the last man standing was overcome with fright so he picked up a shield from the ground to salvage the situation, Oscar became more relaxed clashing swords with him, using more of his legs and elbows but eventually he caught the man's sword in-between his and forced it off his hands. "I yield, I yield!!" The man fell to his knees in surrender but Oscar slashed his throat anyways to send a clear message and the crowd grumbled in protest, Oscar walked yet again to the eastern end, both his swords bright red with blood. "Are you entertained?" He voiced out looking straight up at the Royal family "I will have his head for that" Greynor stormed off to the steps carrying his sheathed sword. "Greynor!" The king called out but the boy was stubborn, he rushed down the steps as four men of the King's guard chased after him and pulled out his sword the moment he walked into the field. "Stay back!" He yelled at the King's guards but they were loyal to the king not him and were sworn to keeping the King's family safe, they stopped him before he could get to Oscar but he struggled still and Greymon, Greyson, Dover, larr, they all left their seats, agitated by the Prince's dishonorable behaviour. Leah fought hard in an effort to keep at bay, the bubbling rapture she elicited from seeing Greynor so humiliated, of all the members of the royal family, it was him she hated the most, her jollyness however was cut short when Marilyn brought out from under her dress, a fine bronze dagger adorned with gold markings and the dragon symbol of house Caine etched into it, the dagger was sheethed but Leah was scared all the same. "Remember what I said, find Zarr Caster and escape, now leave me be, that's an order" Marilyn said "Princess?" Leah responded in confusion "Go!" Marilyn yelled and albeit she didn't understand what had come over the princess, she obliged. Now the king watched alongside his last born son, Lord Dover, Evan larr and jet as the King's guards pulled Greynor away and up the steps but as nobody stood in any strategic arrangement to protect the king, he was vulnerable, so Marilyn leaped unto the upper row where they stood, she unseathed the dagger and hid it as she called from behind. "Greymon" "What?" The king turned to her, puzzled as his daughter had never called him by name before "Usurper" She hissed and then she jammed the dagger into his stomach.
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"Gahh!!" The king screamed in pain as he collapsed to the ground whilst Marilyn fled"Your Majesty!" Lord Dover yelled as he rushed to his aid, commotion swept through the crowd and people began scrambling to vacate the amphitheatre, the King's guards left Greynor at once and rushed to the King's aid as well."Stop her from leaving" Evan larr orderd and they chased after her, the exit was at the North side which was where she headed but it was crawling with people trying to leave, Marilyn jammed her palms together and when she opened them, a strong force emanated from her and threw aside everyone in her path. "Sorcerer!!" People yelled in terror as she made her way out and the whole amphitheatre was filled with commotion and violent hysteria, Leah made it onto the row where the royals were, they couldn't leave as well but they were guarded by knights and Caine men who wouldn't let her through so she left to find safety somewhere else.Eventually the imposter was caught by the King's
Chapter 7: The attack
The crowd booed Oscar but Greynor clapped as if he were impressed, but he wasn't and neither was the king, Jakar was relieved whilst Matar seemed as impressed as Leah was. "That was such an impressive performance hound, I was very entertained and I'm sure you wouldn't mind a second opponent would you?" Greynor said aloud "I'm not here for anybody's entertainment my Prince" Oscar replied as well "Then it would be a shame to find nobody defending your lady's honor" Greynor laughed "Go fetch Abgan" he said to one of the kings guard bahind them "I think we've seen enough boy" The king dismissed "Father that green bastard fell Joben, a hulk even our knights wouldn't face, that sends a message" "Green? That boy has seen more wars than you who has never set foot in a battlefield and any message that has been sent here today is of your hand....some king you're growing up to be" king Greymon scoffed "There is no shame in defending our honor father, our house must be feared and that bas
Chapter 6: The tournament
The tournament hosted by the king in celebration of his son's forthcoming union was held in the amphitheatre, just beside the castle, a large circular structure with descending rows of seats surrounding a small flat field and it was packed with peasants and nobles alike, many knights had arrived earlier on from places far and near like Sir hallsworth from Cheston up in the North and sir Farriston from Derwick here in the West to Sir Beckett from Hillstead in the mid East, even the knight of the waxing moon; Sir Campbell from Redhall was present but none from the South nor even from the 400 men that had accompanied Lady Hearst to the capital as she had declared that spear hounds don't fight in melees only battlefields or at training grounds. The king was present and flanked by many Lords and Ladies but most importantly, his own family, Greynor and Greyson sat at his right with their sheathed swords resting on their chairs, wine and grape set before them whilst Marilyn sat in front of
Chapter 5: Matar Hearst
The Lady Hearst could find no comfort anywhere Inside the white castle, neither nook nor crannies offered any illusions of welcome and her designated chamber albeit guarded by Hearst men felt as unwelcoming as the diamond pass, the food she found to be as bland as the people, the castle's architecture wasn't in anyway as breath taking as she'd Imagined and the bustling city stank of piss and wet surdust, more unsettling were the conversations with vassal Lords and ladies, high with praise and conceited meanings, fortive glances on occasions as she wasn't dressed as a proper Lady but in black studded leather with full sleeves and pants and a sheathed sword by her side like the Hearst infantry men, moreover, her business in the capital was borne out of the King's proposal and nobody could feign ignorance as to her more masculine disposition, surely it was to be expected of a woman who trained and fought with men on the battlefield and is even said to be one of the best of the hounds, de
Chapter 4: Barvis Bent
Dreadful thoughts besieged her mind, the weight forcing her to take rest back at the mouth of the steps, the humiliation and fear of her imminent execution played it's usual tricks, just like in the dungeons where it was pitch black unlike the steps that glowed with a dim luminousity, the darkness would wisper and give visions of hell; there was a woman with hair black as night stretching past her shoulders, she looked just like Leah with her rough brown tunic and it's threads hanging from the hems, a maid with agony in her eyes, despondent and fallen like a knight who'd just lost in a melee, she stood alone in a crowd that cheered and danced whilst the king stood in Stern dragonscale amour, his broad sword dripping with blood and on the floor was where she laid, Leah, bastard of house Dragonsbane, her body here and her head over there, the crows were circling above waiting to feast and then there was a cackling noise, demons with fiery eyes and breath that stank like those dead rats
Chapter 3: The old king and the bastard
The bells tolled from the distant chapel, telling of the arrival of Greynor's intended, Leah had always wanted to put a face to the famed demon of the South and to behold the dreaded spear hounds, not that she had much admiration for them but these were her mother's people and meeting them might elicit closure like reading about them did, perhaps even paint a better portrait of how she imagine her mother to be, she picked up the pail of the dirty linen sheet to be washed and loped down the hallways so she wouldn't miss them and like so she almost ran Niamh down the steps."gods abide!" Niamh exclaimed as she managed to regain her footing."I'm so sorry!" Leah pleaded, embarrassed and squeezing the handle of the wooden pail."Be more careful Leah" Niamh said as she continued her descent, clasping both sides of her flowing ruby red gown that blended nicely with her long flame hair, she was beautiful and fair, tall with doe eyes of chestnut color and just a few years old than the kigs fi
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