Chapter IV
Randolf had been summoned to the entrance of the castle urgently. He sighed, carefully putting away his pen and papers, and leaving his desk outside of the King’s study. Not one to do anything urgently, he sauntered down to the front gate. Once there, he wished that he had never left his desk in the first place, for the person waiting for him was someone he’d hoped to never see again in his life.
It was the assassin, the one who had nearly taken the King’s life so many years ago, before having a change of heart. The one that had been expelled from the city. Randolf had only been a lowly secretary at the time, but he never forgot a face. Randolf snarled, but the assassin raised a paw and quickly interjected.
“Don’t send me away. I need to speak to the king. Please take a message to him for me, let him decide.”
Randolf didn’t know what to think. Why would the assassin risk coming back? Through the front gate, for that matter, when he obviously had the means to sneak through the castle?
“Please just give him this message,” repeated the assassin.
”Remember the night we met”
Randolf readied himself to retort, but realized that the assassin was not looking at him anymore, but behind him. He turned, and saw the King standing behind him. He scurried out of the way.
"Put the creature in chains, and bring him to my study immediately," said the King, majestically. More quietly, he addressed Randolf. "Randolf, with me. I shall need you to take notes as I interrogate the criminal. Let us return to my study."
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Art by frederick
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Story by Trithie