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The crowd murmurs, talking in hushed voices amongst themselves. Today is an extremely important occasion. The coronation of the new king. They occasionally glance up at the high-up balcony in front of them. Then, the doors of the balcony open. Everyone immediately stops speaking and looks up to the balcony. There is a tense silence as an eighteen-year-old boy steps out of the doors. He has dark brown hair in a quiff hairstyle; cold grey eyes; tanned skin; a muscular build; and a strong jawline. He's tall and is wearing a crimson long-sleeved dress shirt, a black suit jacket with tails, a tie with black and crimson diagonal stripes, black dress pants, and black dress shoes with crimson accents. His face betrays no emotions. Next, two burly, muscular men step out, wearing the same thing as the boy, but they both have jet black sunglasses, earpieces within their ears, and hair in a buzz cut. One of them has dark skin and black hair and the other has pale skin and ginger hair. Lastly, another boy steps out. He is sixteen years old and has tousled jet black hair; fierce, bright blue eyes; pale skin; a lean build; and a strong jawline. He is wearing the same attire as the other boy, and it is clear that the two are brothers. The younger brother is carrying a large book.

All of them get into their places, the older boy standing front and centre in front of the podium and the guards standing behind him, one on each side. The younger boy closes the doors and then stands directly in front of them. He nods to one of the guards, who then says something over his earpiece. After a few seconds, a flag unrolls from one of the windows and flops down, ending just above the doors. The flag is rectangular shaped with a crimson symbol of a crown in the centre. The crowd cheers for a moment and then stop as the older boy raises his hand, leaving silence.

“I know that the terms in which I have taken office are painful, but I hope that we will soon be able to avenge this tragedy. Many of you knew my late father. He was a great man. But now, he is dead,” at this, the older boy pauses and takes a deep breath. “And there is evidence that points towards the guilt of the kingdom of Caedis. With your approval, we will go to war with the kingdom of Caedis.” The crowd cheers again and then falls silent.

“We will join together and bear arms. We will be courageous, brave, loyal, and we will avenge the death of my father!” his voice rises, and he raises his fist into the air. The crowd cheers wildly and they all raise a fist into the air. Now, the younger of the two boys steps forward. The older boy moves to the side, and they share the podium. The younger boy takes out a handheld microphone and then places the book on the podium. He opens the book and flips through, stopping on one page.

“You will now be sworn in. Please repeat after me,” the younger boy tells the older one. He nods.

“I, Kaden Briggs,” the younger boy says.

“I, Kaden Briggs,” the older boy, Kaden, repeats.

“Do solemnly swear,”

“Do solemnly swear,”

“That I will protect the citizens of Sicarius,”

“That I will protect the citizens of Sicarius,”

“Fight for the freedom of this country, be brave and courageous, and defend Sicarius.”

“Fight for the freedom of this country, be brave and courageous, and defend Sicarius.” Kaden finishes, and the crowd explodes into applause. The younger boy places the microphone back on the podium and then walks over to an extravagant pedestal, where a golden crown with bright red jewels embedded into it sits upon a crimson pillow. He reverently picks up the crown and walks over to the new king. The younger boy carefully places the crown upon his brother’s head, and the crowd again goes wild.

“All hail the king! All hail the king!” they chant. The two boys wave at the crowd and then open the doors, exiting. The guards follow, closing the doors, and the balcony is left empty. The crowd begins to quiet down and slowly file out, talking excitedly.

In the crowd, a seventeen-year-old girl with long, light brown hair in a braid; bright amber eyes; slightly tanned skin; a tall, slender build; and sharp features. She is wearing dark blue jeans, an olive-coloured t-shirt, and black Converse. She walks out with the rest of the crowd, unremarkable.

However, another girl in the crowd has different ideas. She is eighteen years old, and has long, dark brown hair; hazel eyes; tanned skin; and a tall, lean build. She is wearing black jeans, a tight-fitting crimson t-shirt, and black combat boots. She looks around to make sure nobody is watching and then slips into a nearby alleyway. She takes out a phone and goes into ‘Messages.’

The king has been crowned. I'm in the alley. She types, and then presses ‘Send.’ She waits for a few seconds, and then a door opens next to her. She slips into the building and hands the phone to the person who opened the door, who is wearing a long, hooded black robe. The quickly close the door and accept the phone, and then hurry off. The girl continues on, and several girls and boys her age rush by, wearing the same outfit as she. The outfit of the servants to the ruling family of Sicarius. The girl hurries on, down the hall and up several flights of stairs, to the top floor. The top floor is where the ruling family and the ruling family's servants live. As the girl continues walking along, she rehearses what she's supposed to say. The other girl was fired. I'm her replacement. She stops at the end of the hall, right in front of the silver door. She takes a deep breath and then knocks on the door. The door is opened almost immediately, and she is met by the new king.

“Who are you?” he asks the girl.

“The other girl was fired. I'm her replacement,” she responds immediately and smoothly. The king hesitates for a moment and then opens the door wider, letting her in. The girl scurries into the room. The room is large, with tapestries going between a crimson crown on a black background and a black crown on a crimson background. There is a queen-sized bed, with black sheets, a crimson comforter, and crimson pillows. The bed is unmade, and there are various things scattered about the room. The king's tie is undone and hanging around his neck, his suit jacket is discarded on the bed, and now that she sees him up close, she realises that he has dark circles under his eyes from not enough sleep.

“What’s your name?” the girl stops, surprised.

“I'm Audrey, Your Majesty,” she answers, curtsying.

“Just call me Kade, or Kaden if you prefer,” he replies wearily, trying to muster a smile. He gives up and just collapses in an armchair, exhausted. Unsure of what to do, Audrey scurries around the room, tidying up. Kaden relaxes in the chair, closing his eyes. After a few minutes, his breathing begins to slow and it becomes obvious that he's asleep. Audrey pauses but then opens his closet doors. She goes into the walk-in closet and searches the shelves for an extra blanket, and finds a fluffy crimson blanket, which she carefully takes. She hurries back out of the closet and closes the doors, going over to Kade. She bites her lip but then cautiously drapes the blanket over Kade. Remember your mission. You aren't supposed to get attached to the king. Audrey scolds herself. She goes around the bed and opens a door built into the wall. It leads to her quarters, which are connected to Kaden’s. They won't be as nice as Kade’s, but they'll be better than those of the other servants. Audrey looks around her chambers. About half the size of Kaden's room. She has the same tapestries he has, as well as bed sheets, although her bed is full-sized. She has an average-sized closet, which is stocked full of clothing identical to what she's wearing. Exactly her size, courtesy of her... contact. Aubrey opens up the crimson drapes covering the window for just a moment, gazing at the beautiful sunset. The sky looks like a painting, fading from bright orange to pastel pink to a deep purplish-blue. Golden wisps of clouds float over the horizon. The coronation happened late into the day, and in a few minutes, Audrey was going to have to wake the king for supper. Supper! Aubrey inwardly groaned at the thought of it. The king probably wouldn't enjoy being woken up...

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no more drowning in my sorrow. 

with my chin held up there's always better luck

tomorrow. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thanks, everyone! Here's the next chapter!

 

Chapter 2


A sixteen-year-old girl sits upon a lonely throne. She has dirty blond hair in a crown braid; fierce, dark purple eyes; pale skin; and a tall, slender build. She is wearing a simple, pale blue dress, a delicate golden circlet, and brown sandals. The throne isn't truly lonely, for there are guards waiting at various points around the room, but it might as well be. The guards offer very little comfort, and for a while now, some of the only contact she's had is when the letters arrive. She sits up straighter when she hears puffing and the sound of shoes on the polished marble floor. Her eyes light up when a man skids into the room, carrying a letter. He bows and then hands the letter to the girl. She smiles in thanks, and the man hurries away. The girl quickly tears open the letter.

My beautiful Rose,

I'm sorry if that is too forthcoming, but I must confess something to you. I know that we've been writing for a while now. It started out professional, then became somewhat amiable. I don't know if you feel it as well, but lately, while I've been reading your letters, I feel something like a... spark. The common people might call it a 'crush,' but this feels so much more than merely a simple 'crush.' I'm not positive, but I've spent a while pondering, and I've still come to the same conclusion.

I'm in love with you.

I do hope that you've felt this way too, but if you don't, I'll back down and I hope that we will just be able to be friends. If you do... I will begin to court you. In secret, of course, since our kingdoms are bitter rivals. My wish is that the kingdoms will be able to put aside their differences, but mine seems intent on going to war with yours, mainly because of the influence of the king. He seems bent on war. Later tonight, the kingdom will vote on whether or not we will go to war with yours. I will send you a letter relaying the results. Remember, I will have to vote for war, as not to make my brother suspicious. However, if we do end up going to war with you, remember that I will be on your side, even if I do have to betray my brother. I love him, but... I love you more.

Yours,

Ashton Briggs

A smile has been growing on Rose's face ever since she began reading the letter. At one point, she let out a small squeal, and the guards looked up, startled. After she finishes reading the letter, she gets up from the throne and hurries past the guards. The guards watch, intrigued. The young queen has been receiving letters for a while now, but she hasn't told anyone who this person is, but judging from her recent reaction in the throne room, a few of the guards are betting that she's receiving mail from a royal admirer of hers. She seems smitten as well. The guards have been hoping that it's a prince from a large kingdom so that the kingdom can benefit from a powerful military alliance.

“If this prince ends up breaking her heart, I don't want to be around to witness that. We don't need another enemy,” one of the guards remarks quietly to one of the others.


♔ ♔ ♔


Audrey waits a few minutes and then opens the door connecting her quarters to the king’s room. She peeks her head around the corner, and unfortunately, Kade is still sleeping in the chair. Audrey creeps over and lightly shakes his shoulder. Kaden still doesn't stir. She shakes his shoulder a bit harder.

“Kade, sir?” she says. No movement.

“It's nearly time for dinner,” Audrey calls, louder. “Hello? Kaden?” She looks around for something louder and spots a bell lying on the floor. It's probably the last servant used to wake him up, Audrey thinks with a slight smirk. She retrieves the bell and returns to the chair Kade is sleeping in peacefully and clangs the bell against the chair loudly. Kaden sits up straight, wildly looking around. His eyes have the look of a startled animal.

“What is it, Audrey?” he calms down enough to ask Audrey.

“Dinner is in a few minutes, Kade,” Audrey responds, still feeling odd about calling the king by his first name. He nods and then lets out a yawn, stretching his arms out casually. He pushes himself out of the chair and stands there as Audrey gets his suit jacket. Rather than letting her put the jacket on, he takes the jacket from her and puts it on himself. Kade also takes the tie off from around his neck and attempts to put it on, but after looking at it quizzically for a few seconds, he sighs and surrenders the tie to Audrey, who is trying to stifle a laugh. She puts the tie around his neck as he looks in the mirror. When she finishes, he straightens his coat and then opens the door. Kaden holds the door to let Audrey go first, and she hurries out the door with a quick 'thank you' to him. He follows her out, and they descend all the stairs Audrey had to climb up to get to Kade's room. At the bottom floor, servants are scattered about, carrying platters of food to the grand table. The supper after the coronation is nearly as important as the coronation itself since the rulers of many important kingdoms are attending. The king and queen of Sangue are already sitting at the table. Next to the king is Kade's younger brother, the prince of Sicarius, and sitting next to him is his servant, a boy with neat auburn hair and bright green eyes. He looks nervous sitting near the king and queen of Sangue, the country often called 'the ore capital,' famed for its monopoly on metal. As the prince sees Kaden, he rises to his feet, grinning.

“If it isn't the new king!” he says, clapping his brother on the back and shaking his hand.

“Hello, Ashton,” Kade responds, somewhat stiffly. His brother's eyes flick past him to Audrey, who is standing behind Kaden, feeling quite overwhelmed.

“Who’s this?” he asks. Audrey looks at him, startled.

“This is Audrey. Apparently, Ida was fired,” Kaden tells his brother. “Audrey, this is my younger brother, Ashton.” Audrey shakes Ashton's offered hand.

“You can also call me Ash if you want. Your preference,” Ashton informs Audrey.

He returns to his seat and Kaden leads Audrey over to the table. He sits at the end of the table and Audrey sits in the closest seat to him, which is across from Ashton's servant. He extends his hand out to her.

“I'm Lincoln,” he introduces himself.

“I'm Audrey,” she replies, shaking his hand. Lincoln nods, and she puts her hand back on her lap and turns to Kade.

“Do you know who else will be here?” Audrey asks him.

“The ruler of Gevaar, the king and queen of Murha, the king of Alanas, and the king and queen of Hakata. After the dinner, if all goes well, they'll join us in the war council,” Kade responds nonchalantly. Audrey nods as if this is all normal to her. Gradually, the rest of the guests file in, and the dinner begins. The waiters serve course upon course of decadent, delicious food. For entrees, there is calamari, mashed potatoes with gravy, various fruits, and soup. The main course is spaghetti with meatballs and sauce, and for vegetarians, linguini alfredo. Finally, dessert is miniature chocolate lava cakes, drizzled with chocolate sauce and with a bit of whipped cream on top. All around the room, people are relaxed, talking softly to one another and reclining in their chairs. Audrey feels tired from all of the food that she ate. She wouldn't usually have eaten this much food, but everything was so delicious and it would've been rude to refuse. Strangely, the only person who seems awake and aware is Kaden, who was nearly impossible to wake up right before the dinner. Well, him and Ashton, that is.

“Shall we attend the war council?” Kade questions the group. They nod vaguely and get up from their chairs, following Kaden. He leads them down another flight of stairs to the basement. Rows of chairs surround the centre of the room, getting higher as they get farther away from the centre. There is already a great number of people seated in these chairs, but there is a section left open in the first two rows. Kaden leads them over, taking his spot in the first row in front of a podium. Audrey sits to his left, Ashton sits to Kade's right, and Lincoln sits to Ash's left.

“We have evidence that points towards the guilt of the kingdom of Caedis in the murder of my father, the late king,” Kade begins to speak. “A Caedis assassin was seen near the palace during the time of the murder, and then a servant discovered my father's body. We have to decide: Are we going to war with Caedis?” Those sitting in the room are silent for a moment, digesting the implications of Kaden's words and the effect this will have. Then, they begin to converse with each other. They all gradually seem to come to their own conclusions, and the talk fades. Once all is silent, Kade speaks again.

“All those in favour of going to war with Caedis?” he asks, and a large group of people raise their hands, including Lincoln, Ashton, Kaden, and Audrey.

“All those not in favour?” a smaller group of people raise their hands. “It’s decided then.” One of the people nearby takes out a document and hands it to Kade.

“I trust you all know what this reads,” Kaden says, and everyone nods. Ashton takes out a pen and hands it to Kade, who carefully signs the document. There is dead silence as Kaden solemnly looks up.

“We are now at war.”

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tomorrow. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 3


Ashton sits silently in his seat. He knows that this is important, but right now, he has other things on his mind. A servant bursts into the room.

“I'm so sorry, everyone, but mail has arrived for Prince Ashton,” she says, clutching a letter in her hand. Ash rises to his feet, shaking his head at Lincoln when he stands to follow Ashton.

“I hope you'll excuse me,” he tells the group and walks briskly over to the servant. He accepts the letter and smiles briefly at the servant before hurrying on. There is one thing on his mind now, and it is this letter and its contents, and he can't open it now, in front of everyone. He hurries up to his room, which is identical to his brother's, other than the wooden desk and absence of mess in Ashton's room. He locks his door once he arrives. Only Lincoln knows that he's corresponding with someone else, and Ashton has made sure that Lincoln has no clue as to the identity of the correspondent. Ashton sits on his bed and tears the envelope open.

My dearest Ashton,

I am sending this letter as a response to the last letter you sent me. After contemplating for half an hour how to start my letter, I finally decided on this.

Ash, I love you too.

I've felt the very same spark as you, even though I thought you could never love me back. Our countries are political enemies, so I thought it was never meant to be. I placed these feelings aside, maybe for a time when we could just be Rose and Ashton, not Queen of Caedis and Prince of Sicarius. But when I received your letter, I was ecstatic. I still hope that one day we will be able to make our love public, but that will be for later.

Now, for business. I hope you will send another letter relaying the results of the vote since I know that your news will reach me before the results of the vote have been made public. Strangely, today was very quiet in the castle. Nobody came in to voice complaints or to get me to mediate conflicts. It's suspicious, definitely.

Truly yours,

Rose Clarke

Ashton is grinning so widely he thinks his face is going to split, and he flops back onto his bed, still grinning. He stares at the ceiling for a full minute before he scrambles to his feet, remembering that he still has to write Rose back. He rummages through his desk, producing a pen, an envelope, and a piece of paper. Ash sits down in the chair and begins to write.


♔ ♔ ♔


Rose sits on her throne, silence around her. The night is coming, and still, nobody has arrived today. It's definitely unsettled her. She perks up when she hears footsteps and stands when the very same man from before enters with an envelope.

“A letter, Queen,” he says, bowing respectfully and handing Rose the letter. She looks around and then decides not to risk opening her letter in here. If Ashton's sent the information he promised, then it's too precious to fall into anyone else's hands.

“I'm going up to bed,” Rose informs the guards, hurrying past them. They nod and begin to close the doors to the throne room. Rose's sandals echo on the stairs as she climbs up to the tallest tower, where she resides.

She locks the door behind her and shoos the waiting servant away. Rose relaxes for a moment. Her room is decorated with tapestries depicting the flag of Caedis, a silver sword crossed with a silver spear on a royal blue background. After all, that's what the country is famous for- weaponry. They are the leading country in weapons and armour, and everyone says a sword that isn't a Caedis sword isn't a sword worth using.

The circular room also houses a desk for all of the writing Rose does, as well as a queen-sized bed with silver and royal blue sheets, pillows, and a comforter. Rose sits down on her bed and opens the letter.

My Rose,

My happiness cannot be described with words, beloved. I love you beyond explanation. I hope that one day we can meet in person, and we can be lovers rather than enemies.

Unfortunately, the majority of the people have voted for the war. And I haven't yet told you, but I have reason to believe that my brother was the one who murdered my father. As you and I both know, the Caedis assassin in Sicarius on the day of my late father's death was not there to kill the king but was travelling through on his way to Hakata to kill someone residing there.

However, they were sentenced to death. But now, although I know that most of the assassins will be unwilling to even visit Sicarius, we will need one of them to travel to Sicarius and kill my brother.

I have a girl stationed as my brother's servant. She will win his trust and then assist the assassin in the killing of my brother. She knows that there's a contact within the castle, but she has no idea that it's me or that I'm at all involved.

Make sure your assassin arrives quickly.

Always and forever,

Ashton Briggs

The young queen nods solemnly once she finishes the letter, puts the letter in her hiding place with the other letters, and then hurries out of her room in her pale green nightgown.

Her bare feet squeak slightly on the floors, but Rose ignores the noise, intent on her mission. Light from the moon filters through the windows and casts moonbeams upon the floor, lighting her way. At the end of a particularly long hallway, two large mahogany doors bar her from entrance. Rose takes hold of the door knocker and raps it firmly against the door. She steps back, and the door creaks open. A seventeen-year-old boy steps out. He has neat, close-cropped, jet black hair; mysterious, midnight blue eyes; pale skin; and a tall, muscular build. He's wearing a midnight blue t-shirt that clings to his chest, black jeans, and black sneakers.

“You’re the assassin?” Rose asks him in a hushed voice. He nods. “You already know what to do?”

“Yep. Go to Sicarius, kill the king, come back. Don't get caught, and I'll be contacting someone in the castle, and when she leads the king out, I'll kill him,” the assassin says bluntly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He grabs a thin black jacket from somewhere behind the door and nods again to the queen, pulling the jacket on. Rose looks on nervously but then hurries back off to where she came from. The assassin pushes a side door open and exits. It's time to finally end the rivalry between Caedis and Sicarius once and for all.

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Chapter 4


At the side of a river, a door creaks slowly open. A head pokes out, and a seventeen-year-old girl with long, light brown hair in a braid; bright amber eyes; slightly tanned skin; a tall, slender build; and sharp features looks around cautiously and then hurries outside. She is wearing a loose, pale red pyjama shirt and black pyjama pants. The girl scurries over to the river, careful not to nick her feet on the sharp rocks. When she gets to the bank of the river, she sits down carefully and dips her feet into the cold water. She shivers for a moment but then swishes her feet back and forth in the water, staring off into the distance. The girl sits in peace for a few minutes but sits up straight when she sees movement on the other side of the river. She stands and squints across the river. Why would a Caedis resident be awake and walking around at 3:00 AM? It couldn't be a Sicarius resident, since this river was the barrier between Sicarius and Caedis, the other bank being Caedis territory. Sicarius residents wouldn't be in Caedis unless they had a death wish and same for Caedis residents in Sicarius. Silently, the girl surveys the waters. She sights another flash of movement and drops to the ground, hiding among the rocks, and watches as a boat silently slides through the water, rowed by someone with a tall, muscular build. The person looks like they're wearing all black, but in the darkness, the girl can't tell exactly what they're wearing. When the person has rowed to the Sicarius shore, they get out and push the boat downriver, towards the girl. She watches it float by and then turns her gaze back to the figure. The figure turns for a moment, and their face is illuminated by the moon. He has close-cropped black hair, pale skin, unfathomable midnight blue eyes, and sharp, chiselled features. He turns away and jogs into the maze of houses. The girl quickly gets up and races after the boy silently. She trails him as he hurries through a maze of alleyways, and when he steps into another alleyway, one that the girl knows is a dead end, she smiles slightly. But when she steps into the alleyway, she is faced with the sharp end of the knife. She looks above the knife at the calm face of the same boy she was just following.

“Where I come from, it's considered rude when people stalk you,” the boy says in a cool, soft voice. He raises a single eyebrow.

“And where exactly do you come from?” the girl asks him in a tone just as cool.

“Upper Sicarius,” he responds.

“Drop the act. I know that you're from Caedis. I saw you cross the river,” the girl searches his face for any signs of a reaction. A slight flicker of emotion in his eyes, almost immediately masked by the same calm, careless facade.

“Did you?” he questions her, his knife touching the skin of her neck. A warning.

“You know, I could scream right now,” she comments, keeping her tone level.

“I could kill you and be out of here by the time they come out,” he counters.

“They’d know that it was someone from Caedis who did it,” she shoots back. The boy backs off a bit, drawing his knife away slightly.

“Here, let-” he is interrupted as the girl pulls a dagger out of the pocket of her pyjama pants. She holds it to his throat at the same time he holds his knife to hers.

“Where I come from, it's considered stupid to ever let your guard down,” the girl says simply. The boy smiles slightly, eyeing her cautiously. “Now, what's your name?”

“Jett. Jett Knox,” he says warily.

“I'm Leah Conway,” she replies. “What are you doing here?”

“Visiting friends,” Jett answers.

“Liar. Nobody sneaks around in the middle of the night just to visit friends,” Leah responds, digging the blunt end of the dagger into his skin. Leah watches him carefully. He obviously didn't expect me to be here. It messed up his plans. Well, I think that I'll mess them us further.

“You’re an assassin from Caedis,” she guesses, and his eyes betray a look of surprise before he covers it up smoothly. Huh, I was right.

“Well, I'm coming with you,” Jett stares at her as if she's just grown a second head.

“Why? I'm an assassin. I'm here to kill someone from your kingdom,” he says, not bothering to sugarcoat his words.

“Nothing ever happens around here. I'm dying for a bit of adventure. Plus, I know the newly crowned king happens to be in favour of a war against Caedis,” her eyes darken slightly. “And I am not.”

“So I figure you wouldn't mind helping me kill the king?” he watches her expression for a hint of a lie.

“I’d love to,” she responds, her face serious and honest.

“But what about the prince?” he asks. She shrugs.

“I don't know. He seems less uptight and fanatical. I don't think that he'd want a war, especially right after his brother's death,” Leah answers. Jett nods, satisfied.

“I probably shouldn't let you, but you seem honest enough and I need a guide since I don't know Sicarius well. So... why not?” Jett concludes.

“Let me go grab some clothes first,” she says. Jett raises an eyebrow and follows her, pointedly keeping his knife out.

“You don't trust me?” Leah questions him, pretending to be insulted. He laughs.

“You’ll be lucky if I ever fully trust you,”


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Kaden ascends the stairs slowly, followed by Audrey. Once he reaches his room, he leans against the wall, exhausted, as Audrey pulls the door open and ushers his through. He kicks off his shoes and collapses on the bed. Audrey pulls the blankets over him, but he's asleep by the time his head hits the pillow. Audrey looks at him for a moment, but then her face grows colder with resolve and she opens the door to her room, exiting after turning the lights off. After Audrey leaves, Kade opens one of his eyes, making sure she isn't here and sits up. He stands up, rummaging through the stuff scattered around the room, and fishes out a plain black journal and a pen. Careful not to make any noise, he crawls back into bed and opens the journal to an empty page. He begins to write.

I haven't been able to sleep for a while now.

I think that others are starting to notice. I know that I'm supposed to sleep, and I try to force myself into sleeping, but I can't do it. The most I've been able to do is the occasional nap in between activities. I toss and turn in my bed, trying to convince myself that it wasn't my fault. Trying to convince myself that I wouldn't have been able to save my father.

Someone killed him, but I'm not sure that it was the assassin we caught. But I have to give my people someone to blame. My father was greatly loved by the people, and he's raised Ash and me ever since our mother died. If my people didn't have someone to blame, they'd blame Ashton and I. It would tear our family and our kingdom apart.

Maybe I'm just being selfish. But I can't sleep, no matter how much I try to convince myself that there's nothing I could have done. Whenever I close my eyes, I see my father lying in a pool of his own blood, lifeless.

I loved my father.

And now, he's dead.

Kaden sets the pen down and closes the journal quietly, placing it back on the ground. He stares up at the ceiling.

All I can do now is hope that I will find vengeance for my father, he thinks, forcing his eyes closed as his hands clench into fists and his brow furrows, trying to fight off the images he can't unsee.

I am supposed to be emotionless, unrelenting, impossibly strong.

I can't.

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Chapter 5


Kaden wakes early in the morning, jolted out of his fitful sleep. He’s still exhausted, but slightly less than he was yesterday since Kade managed to get a few precious hours of sleep over the course of the night.

Kade wrestles the blankets away from himself and throws his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet resting on the cold floor of his bedroom. Kaden pushes himself off of the bed and stands, rolling his shoulders backwards and then forwards. He lightly massages the aches out of his arms and slides his feet into the fluffy crimson slippers lying on the floor of dark wooden planks. He navigates through the mess scattered about the chamber, his slippered feet padding across the floor. Kade pauses briefly in front of the door leading to his personal servant’s quarters before firmly knocking on the door.

“Audrey?” he calls softly, trying to make sure that he doesn’t wake anyone but his intended target. He hears the gentle breathing emitting from the connecting room pause and footsteps. The door swings open slightly, the dark-haired teenager peering out at him. Her hair is messy, her eyes are still half-closed, and she has a blanket wrapped around her.

“Si- I mean, Kade?” Audrey corrects herself tiredly.

“Audrey, I’d like you to arrange a meeting for myself and my brother in the Strategy Room,” the new king tells her.

“Um, not to be impolite, but where exactly is the Strategy Room?” his servant asks him.

“Right. I keep forgetting you’re new. I’ll show you where it is, and I’ll give you a tour of the rest of the castle,” Kaden informs Audrey. “Now, get yourself ready.” At Audrey’s sceptical look, he protests, “I can get ready by myself!” A small, teasing smile graces her face and she nods, closing the door.

Kade walks over to the closet and opens the doors, surveying the abundance of clothing hanging within the closet. He sighs and enters the closet, a grim, resigned look on his face.

Kaden finally finds something semi-comfortable but still formal. A slightly faded long-sleeved crimson dress shirt, black dress slacks, and black sneakers. He changes into the clothes and hears a knock upon the door connecting his and Audrey’s rooms.

“Come in,” he calls out, fixing his hair into his signature quiff while staring into the floor-to-ceiling mirror leant against the wall. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Audrey enter and politely stand off to the side. She is wearing a loose black blouse, crimson skinny jeans, and black combat boots. After Kade finishes fixing his hair, he turns to Audrey.

“Shall we?” he offers, gesturing towards the door.

“We shall,” she responds, walking over. Kade opens the door, escorting Audrey out.

“That door leads to my brother’s room, and that one leads to Lincoln’s room,” he continues, pointing to two nearby doors. “And those two over there lead to my parents’ rooms.” He sees Audrey struggle not to look at him with sympathy, probably guessing that sympathy got old after a while.

Kaden leads her down a flight of stairs.

“This is where the other servants live,” he comments. Audrey looks around at the hall of doors, all of them looking almost exactly the same, and then looks away, biting her lip. Kade heads down another flight of stairs, Audrey following him.

“This is the kitchen, the Weaponry, the Training Room, the Strategy Room, the royal blacksmith’s forge, and the royal engineer’s shop,” Kaden explains. He leads her through the kitchen, smiling at a few of the cooks and servants he knows personally, glances through the window of the Weaponry, where various weapons and pieces of armour hang on the racks. He paused in front of the Training Room and looked through the window in the door. The room was currently empty. I’ll have to remember to go in there later. He continues walking, and then finally stops in front of the Strategy Room. Kade opens the door and lets Audrey through first, following her through. The room is just as he remembered it. A large table, the electronic top changing to mimic the landscape of whatever he types in, with small metal figures that represent the forces scattered over the tabletop.

“Looks like I’ll be having to use this room again,” Kaden says.


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“Ashton?” Ash yawns as Lincoln tries to coax him out of bed, stretching his arms.

“What am I doing today?” Ashton inquires, blinking sleepily.

“Your brother requires your presence in the Strategy Room. He wishes to confer with you about war tactics and the arrangement of troops,” Lincoln answers smoothly, stepping to the side as Ash slides out of his bed onto the floor, his stockings protecting his feet from the chilly air. Lincoln is already dressed, wearing all black today, from his shirt to his jeans to his sneakers.

“You look like you’re going to a funeral,” Ashton points out bluntly. Lincoln shrugs.

“All my other clothing is being washed. It’s better to look like a mourner than to not wear anything at all,” he replies.

“Good point,” Ash admits, rifling through the clothing in his closet. He pulls out a plain crimson t-shirt, black jeans, and crimson athletic shoes. He changes into his clothing, Lincoln averting his eyes. Once Ash finishes changing, he runs his fingers through his hair and turns to Lincoln, who has already opened the door. Ashton steps through and is closely followed by Lincoln, who manoeuvres around Ash and jogs over to the stairs.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Ash grins, jogging past Lincoln, who winks competitively at him and sprints past Ash. Ashton also speeds up and the two of them race to the Strategy Room. Lincoln touches the door first and smirks triumphantly at Ash admits defeat and smiles mischievously back at his personal servant. Ashton opens the door, the two of them stepping through at nearly the same time. Kade and Audrey are standing in front of the planning table, which is currently showing a landscape of Caedis and Sicarius. Tiny silver figures sit on the landscapes. The two of them seem to be deep in conversation. Kaden’s brow is furrowed as he slides the figures around the table, and Audrey seems to be offering him advice. When the door closes, the two look up, and Audrey backs away from the table politely, but Ash waves her back over to the table.

“So, battle strategies,” Ashton says, striding over to the table. Lincoln follows him, his eyes scanning the table.

“Not bad, but the defence would be better if you put that ship in the river,” Lincoln comments.

“And offence would be better if the plane was closer to the palace,” Ash points out. Kaden nods and moves the figures to the spots mentioned, while Audrey studies the table, eyes narrowed.

“That bow there, you should move it there,” she finally says, pointing to the location she wants it moved to and the figure itself. Ashton, who is the closest, moves the figure.

“I’m going to move the shield wall over there,” Kade tells them, picking up a tiny shield and moving it in front of the bow. The moving went on for a while until the four of them were finally satisfied with the layout. They stepped back and Kade grabbed several chairs for them to sit on.
“I need to get some practice in the Training Room,” Kaden says, relaxing in his chair.

“I’ll join you in getting practice,” Ash offers.

“Sounds go-” Kade is cut off when a servant dashes into the room, out of breath.

“Letter for a Miss Audrey Wright,” he pants. Audrey stands up, confused, and accepts the letter. She rips the letter open and unfolds the letter. She reads it and her confused expression turns into horror and sorrow.

“I-I have to go,” she stutters, tears in the corners of her eyes. She sprints off at top speed.

“Audrey, wait!” Kade calls out, standing. He turns to Ashton and Lincoln, who are just as surprised as he is. “I’m going after her,” Kaden runs after, leaving Ash and Lincoln sitting in the Strategy Room.

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Chapter 6


Audrey dashes up the stairs past dumbfounded servants and puzzled attendants. She doesn’t stop running until she’s inside her room. Only then does she allow herself to collapse on the floor, her shoulders heaving with sobs. She lifts her fist, which holds the now-crumpled letter.

Miss Wright,

Unfortunately, your father has perished from a fatal heart attack this morning.

Our condolences,

Sicarius Official Death Notifications Committee (SODNC)

Audrey crumbles the note into a ball and throws it against a wall, her breath coming out in small gasps. It feels like the world has collapsed around her and the Earth has stopped spinning. Then, she hears another set of footsteps, pounding against the floor. The king’s door opens, and footsteps proceed cautiously across the floor. Audrey tenses up when she hears a hesitant knock at the door and then the king’s surprisingly gentle voice.

“Audrey? Will you come out?” he requests.

“N-no,” she manages, burying her face in her arms.

“Can I come in then?” Kaden asks.

“No,” she replies again, her voice steadier this time. She scoots over, her back pressing against the door, but she knows that she won’t be able to stop him if he forces his way in.

“Okay. Then will you at least listen?” Audrey is silent for a moment. Is she imagining it, or does the new king actually sound sorrowful?

“I wi-will,” she murmurs, tears streaking down her face.

He sighs heavily. “Who was it that died?”

“How did you know someone died?” Audrey sniffles, astonished.

“Nobody hurts like that unless they’ve lost someone,” Kade responds. Audrey considers his words. It’s true. But then, she realises that this young king must have had to learn this the hard way. He lost his father, just like her.

“I-it was my father,” she admits.

“I know that you don’t want pity. I didn’t want pity either, because pity just made it hurt more. I wanted someone to understand, you know?” Kade sighs sadly again. “Everyone else dealt with my father’s death. Ashton just seemed to get over it, the servants were too busy to be sad, but... I couldn’t deal with it. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t think. I kept on thinking that somehow I could’ve saved him.” Audrey hears him utter a strangled sob as he slides down onto the floor, his back also pressed up against the door. Her thoughts are racing at a million miles an hour. He just bared his soul to her. He has true, deep feelings.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just ranted like that.” Kaden breaks the silence, and Audrey knows that she isn’t imagining things -- he’s really crying.

“No, I’m sorry. You just confessed a deep, dark secret to me, and I know that it’s hard to deal with secrets like that. They eat you up,” Audrey surprises herself with the steadiness of her voice, even as she thinks of one secret she’d probably be killed for if she admitted.

“Well, you already know that my father is dead. You know my mother?” Kade asks her. Audrey nods in response to his question before remembering that he can’t see her.

“Yes,” she tells him. His mother hasn’t been seen in public for about four months now, and the citizens of Sicarius had just been told that she was sick -- too sick to be out in public.

“Well, she’s dead too,” he confesses, and Audrey hears the catch in his voice. “She died about two months ago.”

“Oh,” she responds, unable to think of anything else to say. He chuckles lightly at her inarticulateness, but there’s still pain clear in his voice.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did he die?” Kaden questions carefully. Her instincts scream at her to not tell him, but she fights them off for once and takes a deep breath.

“He died of a heart attack. He’s had heart problems for a while,” Audrey replies, trying to focus on anything but her father and his wide grin and the twinkle in his eye and his ridiculous jokes.

“Oh, um,” Now it was Kade’s turn to have trouble finding words. Audrey tried to laugh but it turned into a bitter sob, and the images were flowing through her head, and she couldn’t stop them. Tears fell freely from her eyes and rolled down her face.

“Audrey? Are you okay?” Kaden’s concerned voice penetrated the wood of the door and straight to her heart. I don’t deserve this. I’m lying to him. Her sobs just grow louder, wracking through her whole body. “Audrey!” She hears him stand up and she too scrambles to her feet. She opens the door, intending to pretend that she’s fine and get him to leave. Instead, she is faced by Kade, who looks determined despite the tears flowing down his face. His grey eyes seem to draw hers towards his, and there’s hurt and pain in those eyes that she previously thought were only cold and emotionless. She tries to tear her eyes away, but she isn’t able to. Audrey steps forward, attempting to step away, but surprises herself by running forward into Kaden and sobbing into his shirt. He’s surprised as well, as Audrey can tell by his chest tightening, but then he relaxes and wraps his arms around her, letting her cry into his chest. They stand like that for about a minute before Audrey finally pulls away, wiping the tears away from her eyes. Kaden gives her a small, sad smile, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

“Kade, thank you,” she tells him. He hesitates for a second and then speaks.

“Can I can you Drey?” he asks her, pronouncing it like ‘Dray.’ “I mean, you can call me Kade, so it’s only fair that you should have a nickname too.”

“Sure,” Audrey shrugs.

“Kaden? Um, everything okay in there?” Ashton’s voice calls out from behind the door awkwardly.

“Yes,” Kade calls out, striding over to the closet. He pulls out a tight-fitting crimson athletic shirt and black sweatpants and then gestures for Audrey to turn around. She does what he asks, respecting his privacy.

“You can come in now,” he says eventually, and Audrey turns. The door opens to Ash and Lincoln, who enter tentatively. They look around, and once they see that Audrey has stopped crying, they relax slightly.

“Sorry, I’m not really good at calming people down,” Ashton apologises nervously, then shoving Lincoln in front of him. Lincoln throws him a death glare and then looks at Audrey sheepishly.

“Uh, yeah, sorry,” he manages, scurrying behind Ash again.

“So, are you up for some training time?” Ashton asks, the question mostly directed towards Kaden.

“I am. Will you be okay, Drey?” Kade responds, looking to Audrey anxiously. She nods and then smiles.

“Can I come with?”

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