Comment and I'll write your epilogue or maybe a micro story.
I'll get to them in the order they were conmented. It might take a while though.
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lovingdead · 31-35, M
Straylight · 31-35, F
@lovingdead You're up next. As soon as I think of something.
lovingdead · 31-35, M
@Straylight :)
Straylight · 31-35, F
@lovingdead Has it been two years already? 😅
The king had saddled up and was riding away. You prepared the horse yourself, one of the many faceless cogs in the machine that kept the royal estates in order.
The area was a great distance the rest of the Kings land, far removed from his countrymen and their concerns. This was evident by his policies. Conflict was brewing in the border marches with the neighboring lands. The contested land wasnt remarkable in any way. Ut contained few resources and its location was of no strategic importance. It was mostly pride that was on the line. And for pride, rulers would spill blood.
The king and his accompanying noble and hangers on were all over the horizon now. An afternoon of hunting to celebrate the plans to move forces into the border marches.
"They seem pleased with themselves." The voice was the Kings nephew, the heir apparent.
"My lord." You bow to the prince.
He looks around anxiously. Satisfied that no one is around to hear, he approaches you.
"Did you... did you do it?"
"It is done, my lord." You assure him quietly.
He looks relieved, but the weight of what he's done is still on him.
"You seem nervous." You say, slowly. You look him over and he visibly shivers, as though a lion where eyeing him up as a meal.
"No... You did well. You did... what I hired you for." He replies. "How will he die?"
"I placed a thorn inside the saddle." You say evenly. "When he drives the horse to chase their prey, the movement will drive the thorn into the horses haunches and the beast will throw him."
The prince swallows. "I'll have your money in the agreed upon location. I think it's best we not be seen talking again."
You nod and walk away. "Why do you do it?" He suddenly calls back to you.
Without turning around, you tell him in an even tone, "Because conflicts between kings can end in two ways; thousands dead, or just the one."
"The one with the crown." The prince says with a bitter taste on his lips.
You turn your head to the man and give a humorless smile. "Rule with wisdom. I would not relish having to return."
The king had saddled up and was riding away. You prepared the horse yourself, one of the many faceless cogs in the machine that kept the royal estates in order.
The area was a great distance the rest of the Kings land, far removed from his countrymen and their concerns. This was evident by his policies. Conflict was brewing in the border marches with the neighboring lands. The contested land wasnt remarkable in any way. Ut contained few resources and its location was of no strategic importance. It was mostly pride that was on the line. And for pride, rulers would spill blood.
The king and his accompanying noble and hangers on were all over the horizon now. An afternoon of hunting to celebrate the plans to move forces into the border marches.
"They seem pleased with themselves." The voice was the Kings nephew, the heir apparent.
"My lord." You bow to the prince.
He looks around anxiously. Satisfied that no one is around to hear, he approaches you.
"Did you... did you do it?"
"It is done, my lord." You assure him quietly.
He looks relieved, but the weight of what he's done is still on him.
"You seem nervous." You say, slowly. You look him over and he visibly shivers, as though a lion where eyeing him up as a meal.
"No... You did well. You did... what I hired you for." He replies. "How will he die?"
"I placed a thorn inside the saddle." You say evenly. "When he drives the horse to chase their prey, the movement will drive the thorn into the horses haunches and the beast will throw him."
The prince swallows. "I'll have your money in the agreed upon location. I think it's best we not be seen talking again."
You nod and walk away. "Why do you do it?" He suddenly calls back to you.
Without turning around, you tell him in an even tone, "Because conflicts between kings can end in two ways; thousands dead, or just the one."
"The one with the crown." The prince says with a bitter taste on his lips.
You turn your head to the man and give a humorless smile. "Rule with wisdom. I would not relish having to return."
lovingdead · 31-35, M
@Straylight well worth the wait. (Slow clap)