Post by Davion Clavel (D) on Apr 7, 2007 13:13:49 GMT -5
"My Lord Clavel, I regret to inform you that Lord Michael has still not returned, and our efforts to find him have turned up nothing." The servant near coward in fright. As well he should be. Again, they had failed in so simple a task. I was enraged.
Waking up with a killing headache on the bathing room floor had been undignified enough. Then to find my own twin had inflicted the injury on me, and fled the house with that half dead houri. It was unthinkable. Unforgivable. Both of them had to pay.
And it had had to wait. My father had summoned us to Nammare and one did not make Gabriel Clavel wait. So I had set the feckless servants the task of contacting the City watch and hunting the two of them down while I painfully made my way to Nammare.
Father had not been pleased.
"You have let our family name, our plans for the crown be foiled by a mere slave? An Odalisque? Have you lost all power of rational thought to be lead around by your prick?" The last had been bellowed, and I stood stoically under his wrath, taking the blow he delivered as my due. He was right. I had lost my head over the chit. But she. Was. MINE!
"You need to dispose of her. Find Malik, and the slave. Malik is to be brought to me, alive. I will deal with him, and you... you will deal with the girl personally to clear your head. Make it quick, though she probably doesn't deserve it. But you need to be clear head if you are to win our future Queen. Do you understand me boy?"
"Yes Father, it shall be as you say."
"Good, get out of my sight and return when it is done and you have Malik." He'd turned from me and went back to his business. I bowed deeply until he left before storming from the Hall.
And to be greeted with such incompetence. I grit my teeth and only just refrained from striking the man.
"I see I will have to carry out my wishes myself, as you are not competent enough to find your ass with both hands and a guide. You're dismissed. Leave immediately." his crushed look of despair didn't even register on me.
"But my lord! There is also-" I did strike him then, a sharp blow across the face.
"I said get out! Or are you too stupid to do even that?"
"The Palace guard- they are here to summon you before the throne..." He whispered between split lips.
It was then I heard the rustle and creak of leather across steal, the shuffling of iron shod feet. Four Royal Guardsmen, all on horseback, waited in the shadow of the town house's gates, grim faced and silent. Their leader stepped forward.
"Lord Davion Clavel. You have been summoned to stand before the Throne in the Lesser Hall before our acting Monarch, Princess Regent Sabrina de la Courcel. You will go quietly to face these summons and hear the charges laid against you." What the bloody hell were these mindless apes going on about? What charges? I knew better than to protest, would charm the answers from the Princess and lay blame on another.
"Of course, sir. I would never dare question our Monarch's will in anything." I bowed slightly and mounted my own horse that had not yet been led away. "Pray, lead on so we may clear this business up." Silently we rode from the gates for the Palace. Plans and victory were singing through my heart. I'd deal with my twin, and that faithless whore after.
Ah Ishtar... Maybe I'd spare her after all. My father needn't know.
Waking up with a killing headache on the bathing room floor had been undignified enough. Then to find my own twin had inflicted the injury on me, and fled the house with that half dead houri. It was unthinkable. Unforgivable. Both of them had to pay.
And it had had to wait. My father had summoned us to Nammare and one did not make Gabriel Clavel wait. So I had set the feckless servants the task of contacting the City watch and hunting the two of them down while I painfully made my way to Nammare.
Father had not been pleased.
"You have let our family name, our plans for the crown be foiled by a mere slave? An Odalisque? Have you lost all power of rational thought to be lead around by your prick?" The last had been bellowed, and I stood stoically under his wrath, taking the blow he delivered as my due. He was right. I had lost my head over the chit. But she. Was. MINE!
"You need to dispose of her. Find Malik, and the slave. Malik is to be brought to me, alive. I will deal with him, and you... you will deal with the girl personally to clear your head. Make it quick, though she probably doesn't deserve it. But you need to be clear head if you are to win our future Queen. Do you understand me boy?"
"Yes Father, it shall be as you say."
"Good, get out of my sight and return when it is done and you have Malik." He'd turned from me and went back to his business. I bowed deeply until he left before storming from the Hall.
And to be greeted with such incompetence. I grit my teeth and only just refrained from striking the man.
"I see I will have to carry out my wishes myself, as you are not competent enough to find your ass with both hands and a guide. You're dismissed. Leave immediately." his crushed look of despair didn't even register on me.
"But my lord! There is also-" I did strike him then, a sharp blow across the face.
"I said get out! Or are you too stupid to do even that?"
"The Palace guard- they are here to summon you before the throne..." He whispered between split lips.
It was then I heard the rustle and creak of leather across steal, the shuffling of iron shod feet. Four Royal Guardsmen, all on horseback, waited in the shadow of the town house's gates, grim faced and silent. Their leader stepped forward.
"Lord Davion Clavel. You have been summoned to stand before the Throne in the Lesser Hall before our acting Monarch, Princess Regent Sabrina de la Courcel. You will go quietly to face these summons and hear the charges laid against you." What the bloody hell were these mindless apes going on about? What charges? I knew better than to protest, would charm the answers from the Princess and lay blame on another.
"Of course, sir. I would never dare question our Monarch's will in anything." I bowed slightly and mounted my own horse that had not yet been led away. "Pray, lead on so we may clear this business up." Silently we rode from the gates for the Palace. Plans and victory were singing through my heart. I'd deal with my twin, and that faithless whore after.
Ah Ishtar... Maybe I'd spare her after all. My father needn't know.