4A/N: Taking a recommendation I have split this story into two parts. And will quickly be adding another story to this set. Enjoy:)
Lord Charbonneau shoved his way through the crowd gathered in the streets and urged his large warhorse through lesser-known paths to reach the castle. It rose like a beacon against the black sky. A series of windows in the high north tower were ablaze with light while the outer wall sported large oil lamps despite the late hour.
When finally he was able to dismount and free his beast of its burden the poor creature seemed to lean into him with relief. A boy rushed forward and after being positively identified was allowed to unsaddle and care for Lord Charbonneau's companion. The Knight brushed off welcomes and queries after his being and single mindedly made his way to the heavy oak doors of the only suite still awake in the early hour. A guard quickly nodded to him and stepped aside to allow for his entrance. Behind a thick wooden desk sat an older man with heavy pepper brows and a bony frame under his long nightgown. Half moon spectacle caught the small candlelight and obscured a set of discerning eyes, "Lord Charbonneau. What news do you bring?"
"Lord Darnin. I am sorry if my sudden appearance has caused some upheaval."
"Not at all, Lord Charbonneau. The Prince has been brewing for quite some time. I was, in fact, awoken some time before your horse was spotted."
"Very well, then. I am afraid I do not bring good news."
"I am listening."
"I will, of course, deliver a written report in due time."
Lord Darnin gave the slightest of nods before the Knight continued, "I was stationed at the border, as you know, hunting for the bandit crew that has been a thorn in our side when my research led me to stumble upon delicate information.
The daughters of several lords from various counties have disappeared lately. It seems as though these lords were sent into such a state of hysterics that very little progress has been made. The sons of these Lords have been out searching and a few of them, too, have failed to return.
I fear this speaks of something darker than dangerous borders and low time criminals. For those missing I can only fear for the worst."
A new voice rose from the Knight's right, "Beyond that the remaining Lords with daughters are withdrawing to their respective regions. Allegiance is a word with less and less meaning."
Lord Carboneau turned to the rather soft voice and quickly raked in the sight of a boy around twenty-five years of age. His clothes were soft cotton but sturdy in build. Nothing particular marked his stature. A dark yellow shirt was tucked into rich brown pants. A white vest broke up the droll combination and a set of fine doe-skin boots completed the ensemble. A simple outfit easily afforded by most citizens. However the high cheekbones and sharp gray eyes marked him as nobility, and still, nothing over a well groomed noble.
Bowing deeply the Knight murmured under his breath, "Highness." He missed the downturn of the lips and shift in stature at the honorific. The Prince strode across the room and pulled two books from the bookshelf and opened them to dogged pages. These he spread on his advisor's desk, "This has happened twice before in history. Neither time did anything come of it beyond a kidnapping, however, the girls in these cases were not returned. It is based on some ancient legend about gaining power. The information on this is being gathered now."
"Sire. What are my orders?"
The Prince looked up and caught the Knights gaze in his own sharp eyes, "Lord Charbonneau, I would request that you continue your exercises as Knight here in the capital. I will inform you of further instruction as soon as I can."
Hearing his orders and immediately feeling constricted the Knight tightened his hands into fists. The muscles in his arms jerked in rejection of the force he was exerting before he was able to calmly bow and turn on his heel to exit to his quarters with a slight gesture of dismissal from the prince.
Gritting his teeth fiercely as he stormed down the dark hallways he made his way to the room kept in the far west wing for him. Several knights had accommodations there that the previous king had arranged as the west wing extended to the training grounds and had easy access to the barracks and stables.
The door slammed behind him, probably waking a few of the hall's occupants. His fist collided with the stone wall as soon as the safety of his room encompassed him. He hated staying in the capitol. Hated the constant company of knights that reminded him too much of his differences. Hated being constantly reminded that his own king, the great regent that had reigned over peace for decades, was slowly wasting somewhere within these walls and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it!
Stripping his slightly damp leather gloves and boots and dark clothing he stretch into the soft cool covers, appreciating the slight chill that drifted through the cotton and accepting the escape of sleep just as the morning sun was spreading grey across the horizon.
The Prince leaned his head against the tall dresser in mid-undress. He had resigned himself to bed and since had felt the weight of his all-nighter. Dizziness swept his senses and when a maid, obviously new to be woken at this hour, called his honorific softly he could only silently motion her in. With care she helped him out of his shirt, though he refused to allow her to remove his pants and together he was under the covers with a warming tray moments later.
Sighing softly at both the weak state of the Prince and his shyness, she shuffled off to have another few hours to herself before attending the Prince's needs.
Lord Charbonneau growled quietly as another man, in a light jerkin and well worn clothes seated himself across from the Knight in the long dining hall that fed Knights, soldiers, and squires alike. "Gai! I though I awoke to your return this morning."
"Charl, I hope it disrupted your beauty sleep greatly."
"No, no, not at all. How much beauty sleep can I get? I'm a sparkling specimen of manhood born into perfection."
"If only God had seen fit to appoint you with such a brain as well."
"Ah! So you acknowledge it!"
"I acknowledge that you acknowledge it."
"Well, I see you're just as chipper as always."
"Trying to keep up my image."
Despite his annoyed words, Gai was smiling ever so slightly. Satisfied, his fellow Knight leaned back and continued with the simple breakfast.
Being just a bit of oatmeal he finished quickly and returned to find Gai watching him expectantly. On cue, Charl proposed to him that they run exercises together. That was something that Gai missed from the Capitol, being able to duel off with other Knights in a friendly setting with no ulterior motives. When they arrived the fields were mostly empty as many of the trainees were still eating or cleaning and checking their equipment. Gladly taking the first empty ring Gai drew his simple broadsword from its sheath and faced his opponent.
The first clash of steel against steel sent shockwaves up his arm and a pleasing ache in his arm. They withdrew before charging at each other again. Both masters as their art and having years of training under the same king they were a perfect match. It was, however, Gai that ultimately took the match. Charl surrendered when he was pinned to the ground by one sword with another dagger dangerously placed against his side just at the point where the jerkin provided an opening.
Laughing slightly they separated and bowed to each other in the form of good sportsmanship. Their duel had attracted several of the emerging knights and trainees and soon the combatants became aware of an appreciative applause while some trainers were shouting at their charges about the tactics just employed by the knights.
Gai was in high spirits but for a group of four men in dark armor bearing a seal that did not belong to the King. They stood close together though none of them spoke and one glanced back towards the large stone building.
Following his gaze Gai saw nothing but a large window partially obscured by a heavy curtain. With a shrug, he left the ring and joined in a few more training exercises as well as assisting the stressed trainers in their attempt to make something of the hopeful young nobles that sought knighthood.
The Prince stood at the tall library window gazing down to the training fields. His personal knights were preparing a venture for him. All of his small personal guard would be dispersed across the country with no predetermined return date.
A book rested open at the table next to him and he carefully flipped the pages as the fight continued below him. Finally a well-worn page caught his fingers and he glanced down at the words that haunted his subconscious. The diary was one he had read constantly since taking his place as regent. Now that damning page was too dangerous. He tore it from the book and hid it neatly in the pocket of his jacket.
Out in the field the fight had come to a close and his first Knight looked up as though he knew the Prince would watch. With a set jaw he retreated from the window and continued deeper into the castle.
The young maid who helped him in dressing and kept his room clean and his necessities cared for appeared as he clicked the door to his private room shut. Handing her his light robe she retrieved a heavy black coat and white cotton gloves, both of which he put on quickly. Then came a large band of black cloth with four strings holding each corner. This he tied around his nose and mouth, cinching the strings behind his head.
Taking a quiet side hallway he made his way carefully to the large gold inlaid doors that marked the royal suit of his father. Inside was dark, the windows covered by heavy curtains and a simple lamp glowing fruitlessly in the corner. The noise of the door shutting behind himself alerted his presence to the man hunched near the light. He wore a heavy robe and the long black hair was knotted and tangled. Heavy smells of incense and burning oils thickened the air stinging the Prince's exposed eye's. He spoke softly through the protective cotton over his mouth, "King, we have dispatched the riders as you asked. Your plans should be carried out shortly. Please rest assured. If you feel the need for assistance a servant is waiting at all hours of day and night, simply gesture and they will help you or retrieve myself."
"Thank you," the voice was rumbling and hollow, garbled with the constant breathing of the thick, stale air, "My General, you have been good to me in these time where I cannot trust even my family. I have faith that you will fulfill my desires without question. You have had faith in me while other's thought me crazy. Your loyalty will be rewarded greatly."
The Prince bowed low, not trusting the painful lock in his throat. Exiting the rooms he carefully locked the doors, silently so his actions would not be noticed inside, and tucked the key into his coat pocket before stripping off his mask and taking a deep breath of clean air. Hurrying back to his room he executed another quick clothes change, his current ones carrying the sick room smell and needed to be cleaned thoroughly.
Finally outfitted in a costume of his stature he exited through the main entrance of his suites and made his way to the large council room just as the church tower chimes another hour into the morning. His palace guards flanked him on either side, taking up their positions again outside the council room.
At his entrance the gathered nobility turned and executed one smooth bow. In response the Prince delicately inclined his head before proceeding to sit at the head of the large rectangular table, designed for each speaker to be heard while curious spectators could sit in the gallery above the commotion.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I realize we have a series of issues piled for today's consideration but first I would like to inform you of some information that has come into full light recently and discuss some action." His voice was perhaps a touch lighter than normal, but none the less powerful as it carried across the floor, "The Lord Charbonneau who was trained under my father and has served a number of loyal years arrived with some disturbing conclusions to rumors I have feared for a time. Twice before in history, as can be found in the Criminal Speciality Reports by Sir Mayanthou and in the Cases of Interest in the Turmoil Years by Agir Farouth, such cases have taken place where a man, believing in the ghost stories of children, has stolen seven maidens and attempted to use their blood and hair and bone to form an entity of perfection that would connect the select male to powers unknown to this world."
At this point several ladies had been forced to take their stools, designed to accommodate the stiff dressed, while their companions fanned them fervently. The Prince did not pause or offer leave to such delicate creatures but continues as though he did not notice, "Both occurrences of this the women were not returned and while the criminal as ultimately apprehended the case was never able to be fully closed due to loose strings. However I am determined that this will not be the solution to this current barbaric situation."
An older man with a stiff, slightly out-of-style suit, rose to be acknowledged. The Prince gave a slight nod.
"I suggest that we invoke the entirety of the military force and sweep the area being attacked in order to recover the girls and smoke out the beast himself."
"Nay, with that kind of force he will surely murder them prematurely and our efforts will be in vain." The person that spoke was a relatively young lord to the council, trained in Knighthood and a scholar of the highest order. To counter him was the General of the public army.
"I agree that such force will prove futile, but perhaps if we slowly leaked soldiers into the area and had them search out information and act as quickly as possible."
"That will be anarchy! Orders cannot be relayed quickly enough and the soldier, told to act a quickly as possible, may prove too rash and cause more trouble than we are in."
"Perhaps we should simply compensate the poor lords for their fate and go about finding this man. It simplifies the equation by seven."
"Indeed, but that would instigate poor sentiments and if you are not aware our sons are having a hard enough time finding brides. Soon we will be marrying our first sons to foreign lords and who knows what beasts those men are? What would become of all our progress!?"
"You are ancient, Knight. Our relations with several other countries are good and the passage to foreign lands is a more luxurious adventure than ever. We are even hosting tours of our own."
"Still, the more internalized we keep this problem the better. To revel our weakness to one man would be an invitation to a hostile land of the south for war. After so many years of peace, we should seek to keep it as long as possible."
The banter between Lords and Ladies alike rang across the table. The Prince made no further comment and let his council voice all their concerns and suggestions. His recorders were stationed around the room and assigned to certain persons in order to acquire as much information about what was said as possible for future consideration.
Finally the commotion died down and the Prince rose from his seating, quieting the last of the debaters, "I have detained the Lord Carbonneau in the city for now to be at our disposal, he will be a key part to solving this issue, we may now continue onto other matters and next week we shall reconvene on this topic with a solid opinion from the crown."
The council seemed satisfied with that and an older gentleman, advisor to the king, read out the first concern to be addressed. As the Prince had hoped the rest of the meeting went without much argument, each issue shadowed by the much greater concern in the country and petty matters were settled rapidly.
When the meeting was over it was time for lunch the Prince invited the council and guests to reconvene in the adjacent sitting rooms to feast on the array of food that had been prepared. He did this every week since taking control of the station his father had abandoned.
The two rooms, one masculine in design, the other feminine, were packed as usual with people sectioned off in small groups discussion the meeting and gossip. The Prince ran a hand through his honey brown hair tiredly before entering the room containing most of the women and a few gentlemen with a smile gracing his features. Carrying a steaming cup of tea he seated himself in the proffered seat in a large group of girls with two gentlemen he recognized as third sons of neighboring counties. A dainty girl placed a tall platter of finger sandwiches on the table next to the prince.
"Prince Vos, how clever of you to conduct the council. Your judgment and trustworthy advice always eases the thorniest of conversations."
"Oh, but what was that at the beginning? I am afraid now to leave the castle. I certainly do not want to be caught up by some barbarian!"
"My dear," the Prince smiled at the young courtier, "I have no reason to suspect further maids will fall victim to such actions. At least not under this particular criminal. However, should you venture out, please take care to have a guard assist you."
The gentlemen nodded silently and one assured her that he would be glad to accompany her should she desire to venture to the shops.
Some small conversation continued before the Prince dismissed himself and ventured to the other sitting room, ignoring the hushed words of "Prince" and "elegant" and "soft." He had enough gossip from his friends to endure it from the rest of the court. The masculine room was done in shades of green and white. He was quickly invited into a group of older gentlemen, some retired Generals and some war councilmen that had been out of work for decades. "So Prince, what do you suppose should be done about the kidnappings."
"That is a topic I will be sure to address in due time, councilman."
"Ah, a diplomatic answer indeed."
"Diplomacy is often used to disguise weakness or indecision."
The Prince turned to the speaker, a lower commander in the army who had an uncle in court, "Sir, I prefer to think I am acting cautiously and not revel too much before I can be certain of fact and a proper course of action with the cumulative support of my advisors."
"I think it should be simple," the man was older and crusty, hardly coherent in the bustling room, "Such fuss over kidnappings. Perhaps the girls ran off like tramps. Sold themselves. Who knows?"
The Prince bowed gracefully and excused himself running straight into a girl a year or two over his own. She was dressed in men's clothes, complete with leather tunic and flaring brown gloves. "Ah, Arti. I though I spotted you in the gallery."
"Aye, Prince Vos. You get yourself in too much trouble when I don't bail you out so I cut my safari short and returned in due hast."
"Did something scare you back to my side so suddenly?"
"No, just a feeling. And I trust my feelings, Vos. Women's instinct, much better than you men's logic."
"Indeed, it has saved me from my logic a number of times in our youth."
The two walked together and soon were out of the bustle completely wandering the empty halls on the outside of the castle watching the landscape and city stretch before them.
Having grown up together the two were close as siblings, when Arti's mother had cast her out for wearing boy's clothes even after coming of age, the Prince had given her a room in the castle and made no regulations on her dress. Eventually she was accepted back into the family, but had lately been spending most of her time out of the country. Neither had before had a serious love life, though Arti had revealed to the Prince her childhood nightmare of when a far older cousin had stayed with them which had led to her forever forsaking the frumpy, sexual, women's clothes. When the Prince had his first courtesan, on his 17th birthday and then a more private prostitute sometime later, he revealed both to her and she had lamented with him his unwanted future with a woman. It was men the Prince found he preferred.
"What a pair we make," Arti said, "Brennus, you and I will marry some day, for neither of us are accepted. This way we will always be close and never can be forced into a loveless marriage."
"And I do love you, Arti. Perhaps, when things are not so tumultuous, we can pursue those childhood dreams of ours. Though I don't want to compromise your own romantic future. You may one day find someone you truly care for."
"Well, should be marry, it would be an open marriage anyway. And I would go through great things to save you, My Prince."
"Please, enough with the title. Lord Charbonneau came in last night and it was all 'highness' for him."
"Oh! Your dear Dark Knight has returned? How does he fare?"
"He fare's fine. No worse for wear that I can see."
"And how does he think of you?"
"He still hates me. No wonder either. I have not allowed any to visit the King in over a year. He is not my knight. He is my father's, will always be my father's."
"What about when you ascend the throne."
"I don't know. Typically the knights would pledge a new allegiance to the freshly coroneted king. But he is so strong-willed. He may choose to remain my father's knight nonetheless or retire from service all together. I will not try to force his hand."
Art did not speak for a time and eventually Brennus turned to her with wariness in his eyes.
"You don't have to force his hand…"
"But…"
"But, you could give him the chance to have a fair choice."
A boy, perhaps twelve, rushed down the hall, only stopping to kneel when he recognized his mistress's companion, "M'lady. Please come with me. A knight has requested your company."
Taking the escape, Arti left the Prince staring over the wall and considering his next move. The Knight Charbonneau had pledged with his father at the age of eighteen when Brennus was but thirteen. After ten years of service to the King the King took ill and his son stepped up to the place of Regent. The newly risen Prince stopped all visits to his father, messages were relayed solely through himself and soon even the healers were turned away. The Knight had once tried to infiltrate the King's chamber's in order to see him, but he found the Prince, in full gear, standing guard outside the door. They had fought briefly, but unable to completely abandon his subservience to the royal family the Knight relinquished and prepared to leave the castle.
Lord Charbonneau stood outside the King's chambers. He did not attempt to go in, nor did he make any move to spy. He recalled his one and only incident of insubordination. The Prince had been a better swordsman than he would have reckoned and the determined set of his jaw and the glint in his eye promised the fight would not end until he was unable to hold his sword. That, as much as his own exhaustion from worry and anger and days on the field caused the Knight to acquiesce the fight. He did not, however, face the burning humiliation of trying to charge his own King's quarters or crossing blades with the Prince only to withdraw. It seemed that the Prince had not mentioned their meeting to anyone and had never brought it up again with the seething Knight.
Now, standing at the spot of their one duel he wondered at the nature of the Prince he had never bothered to know. A soft voice behind him jerked his attention back to present and he turned sharply to face the lavishly dressed Prince, "Lord Charbonneau. Do you come here for a purpose?"
"No, highness. I was merely wandering the halls."
"Hm. Could you not find yourself a suitable distraction in these stone walls?"
The Knight wondered briefly if the Prince was digging at something and his eyes narrowed with the suspicion but his voice was calm and even toned, "Highness. I am unused to this luxury. I suppose I do not know what to do with myself. I have been in active field duty for so long."
"Indeed." The Prince cast him a long sidelong glance before turning his attention to the grand doors before him, "I wonder, then, if you would be opposed to accompanying me tomorrow."
"Highness, where would you be traveling?"
"I'm sorry, it will just be into the city, but I am afraid I cannot risk traveling farther than that and I would…I would very much enjoy your company." A slight blush burned the Prince's face but the Knight gave not indication that he recognized it.
"Very well then, Highness. If you require it of me, I will be ready in the morning to accompany you."
The Prince turned and gave a short bow a brilliant smile decorating his features, "Thank you. Please dress in something casual. However you may bring your weapons should you see fit."
The Knight stood rigid as shock raced through his body, both at the social gesture of subservience and the smile that accompanied it. Before he could return the bow or speak another word the Prince was gone, disappeared down some hidden hallway and the Knight was left with his thoughts and the eminent morning engagement.
The next morning found Gai again in the mess hall slowly eating a small bowl of mush. He didn't care what the honey touched goop was, he was just trying to delay his promised appointment with the Prince. All night he had sought a way out of it, but beyond being rude, there simply was no way. The Prince had given him plenty of openings to decline the day before and he had not taken them. He did not even know where he would meet the Prince, but if worse came to worse he could seek him out at his room. Who knew when the Prince normally woke? Sure he was in charge of the country now, but Gai had not paid much attention to the change in leadership. His orders came by carrier pigeon and that had been most of his connection to the government since his King was isolated.
The sudden setting down of a bowl and cup on his table drew his attention up and to the face of a slightly tired but otherwise bright-eyed prince. Gai shot back in his chair and stood up quickly, this time not missing the scowl and wince that fluttered over the Prince who immediate seated himself.
Gai followed more slowly, "Highness."
Prince Vos looked up and leaned conspiratorily across the table, "I think we should draw as little attention as possible to my identity today, alright? I have informed my advisors that I am taking day to complete some studies and office business in my private study today."
"Alright, Highness. But how do you suppose no one will notice if they see you are not there?"
"Please, drop the honorific. My first name is Brennus, use that."
Gai stared at the royal across from him. Dressed in plain brown pants and slightly darker and worn boots with an un-dyed cotton shirt and a very plain vest he would barely pass for a plebian with a job, much less anyone of wealth. However his features were still more refined than you saw in much of anyone below the merchants.
"What is it?"
Gai refocused on the prince's face and made a slight negative motion with his head, the Prince seemed satisfied with that.
Their meal was completed quickly enough and The Prince…Brennus…followed Gai to the window to return their bowls and cups. They then proceeded out to the stables where Gai was given his rejuvenated warhorse and Brennus was gifted with a less noble steed. Gai vaguely recalled it being a horse the youngest nobles at the palace used to train on. However, The Prince made not comment only thanking the stable boy and going about saddling the poor beast.
The grounds as they left the castle gates were just rising up with the clamor of soldiers and knights going through morning exercises. As they reached the empty land that separated the town from the castle – a precaution as the town surrounded the Castle anyway – Brennus seemed to sigh and relax into his horse. The sun was bright and rising not too far above the distant mountain line.
"Gaizka is my first name, please feel free to call me that today. It will raise less questions."
Brennus smiled at him slightly and nodded before returning to focus on the road and enjoying the ride.
The town was crowded with the bustle of mid-week market. Farmers from the country as well as passing travelers waiting for this day to set up shop with carts or makeshift tents. Some stores stretch bright cloth from their buildings to not be hidden in the hub-bub of the day. The Prince, while excited and obviously eager to be in town, did not seem nervous at all. He navigated his horse easily through the packed streets and Gai followed at a slower pace, his larger war horse requiring a bit more room than available. Finally they arrived at a stable raised for just such a purpose as to care for horses of travelers. Normally Gaizka would never trust his horse with anyone he was not a frequent customer of but the Prince dismounted and led his beast under the bright curtain and wood walls. Not wanting to be too far from him the Knight followed quickly as was allowed. The Stable had a shifting light with the thin cotton letting in varying degrees of light and casting a pale orange light over the rooms. The Prince was standing in a large stall talking with a boy much taller than himself, probably Gaizka's height. His horse was already unsaddled and tethered to a post with lush hay and cool water in a bin just before him.
Gaizka made an ominous appearance as he rose behind the Prince, "Brennus."
The Prince turned and inclined his head to the man who apparently worked at the stables, "This is Yuya. He will take good care of our horses."
Gaizka barely managed to not argue the point and walked to tether his own horse next to the Prince's and remove the saddle and bit. He saw as the Prince passed two shinning silver coins to the man before striding out of the shelter with Gaizka at his side.
Their first stop was a jeweler's that tried to talk the Prince into buying a crystal necklace that he promised would charm against any ill will. The Prince bartered and looked but ultimately bought nothing. Then it was a cloth shop with standard quality cloth that had been dyed somewhere in the east and had made the long journey to the capitol of this country. These were goods that were hard to come by for most citizens, even much of the nobility. But the Prince should have had ten times quality cloth hand delivered to his rooms; instead he bartered cheerfully and actually purchased three separate large swaths of brilliantly colored cloths. These were folded and bound in a heavy cloth bag by the merchant and walked around the tent to be placed gracefully in the Prince's waiting hands. The Prince thanked the man again, though honestly he was doing the merchant a favor, and they were off again. Several shops later and very few purchases left the pair tired and hot.
A young girl with rich olive skin of the north and blue-black hair rushed up to Gaizka with a woven basket raised in her hands. Poppies and violet bunches lifted a strong fragrance to his nose. The small voice calling up to him plaintively raked on his already strained nerves till he turned with a glare and laid a hand against the girl's shoulder while bellowing, "Leave me be!" The girl shook with fear and bit her lip till blood stained the otherwise perfect skin.
A gentle hand on his elbow dragged his eyes off the girl and to the impassive expression of the Prince. Without comment he bent down and cleaned the girl's chin with a sleeve of his shirt and hugged her closely whispering something as he did so. Without her notice several coins dripped into her dress pocket before the Prince stood again, "Now then, little miss. Might you sell me pocket of Poppies?"
"Ah, sir. Please, which one you want?"
The Prince selected one from the top center and presented her with the one bronze it cost. Then she was off like lightening, disappearing into the crowd, undoubtedly to return the small coin to her mother before shouting her wares again. Brennus prayed she picked a better customer next time.
Turning to his companion the Prince smiled slightly, "I think some lunch is in order. This bustle gets to my delicate sensibilities."
With a silent nod the Knight led the way to a relatively nice tavern that was crowded but not packed on days like this. They were quickly given a seat – probably because the hostess recognized a Knight easily.
Seated with cool mugs of water and ale before them Gaizke finally began to relax, "Brennus, this isn't your first venture into the city is it?"
The smile the Prince gave him was impish and knowing, "Well, when I was quite young my tutors brought me to learn about bartering and the general economic system of the cities. Then as a teenager I stole away with a few friends and lived like youth is wont to do. Still into my adult years I ventured out, the people provided much interesting conversation and histories. What better way to know the country I was one day to rule than to experience it myself."
"You spent a lot of time out here then?"
"I suppose, more than most nobility sons and daughters. I had my first ale at a grimy tavern and made a few friends in some of the dirtier parts of the city. I suppose looking back I should be glad nothing befell me, but I was young and incautious. I played my role of street rat fully, enjoyed the performance, like some great play."
The Prince sighed lightly and took a drink of his ale, "Of course, when my father…fell ill…I couldn't risk it. And then when he was unable to appear in court and I was forced to take over his duties there was no time. No possibilities. I risked a lot spending my youth in the town. Now I see so much more I could have been preparing for. So much I could have already accomplished." The Prince rested his chin on his hand and gazed over the crowded tables, "But I suppose that's always how it is. Retrospect provides a lot of insight not available in the moment."
The Knight nodded and finished off his own ale quickly before continuing the conversation, "So, what sort of illness befell your father?"
"Ah, I cannot tell you."
"Because you don't know?"
"Because you won't understand." The Prince's expression was firm and Gaizka was sure this was another topic that would lead to them crossing blades, so he changed it quickly.
"Why did you buy all that cloth?"
"Huh?"
"From the merchant out there?"
"Oh, well, because it's pretty."
The Knight was astounded, flattened, by the simplicity of the answer. It was Pretty! Did the Prince have no concept of how nobility typically acquired pretty things? Or that there were far prettier things available? Gaizka knew and he didn't even desire pretty things!
"Pretty?"
"Of course! One is yellow with bright flecks of gold and another deep sea blue with faint patterns bordering it. They are absolutely delectable, lovingly made and carted here for just this purpose!"
"Then why not purchase any myriad of the sparkling jewelry we saw?"
"Why, because it was cheap."
Gaizka shut his eyes briefly against the illogical nature of the Prince. When he opened them again the Prince was no longer sitting across from him. He stood sharply and raked his eyes over the crowd. There! He was leaning across a table forearm to forearm with a ruffian. "Pr..!" Gaizka nearly shouted the honorific and if that were revealed the ensuing frenzy could cause some serious hard but how many would recognize his first name? Growling under his breath Gaizka moved toward the table slightly but it was quite crowded. There was nothing for it, "Brennus!"
The boy turned his head and motioned the Knight over. When he arrived Gaizka glared down into the face of the rough looking kid who matching him eye for eye. The Prince held out a hand to the ruffian, "This is Nathan. He and I used to hang out a lot. Unfortunately he doesn't stay around a lot and I can't always see him when he is in town."
"Gypsy."
The boy bowed over the table and looked up into the sharp eyes of the Knight unflinchingly, "With pleasure."
The Prince smiled at the other boys and two girls at the table. All were dressed in swaths of cloth with flat bellies or smooth chests revealed between the layers of clothing. Several had piercings and gold chains linking across their face or ears. Nathan turned his attention back to the Prince, "So Bren, is this your body guard or something? Or do you owe him a debt?" The statement was accompanied by a waggle of the eyebrows and the Prince laughed gaily at the statement.
"Oh, my friend. He is neither. He was simply kind enough to sacrifice part of his day for me. I insisted on some company as I did not know what kind of friends I may run into. And as you know, my skill with knife and sword are paltry at best."
"Indeed. But such a fine specimen, I must wonder where you aquired such a friend as this."
The Prince was silent but gave a careful look to Nathan before turning to his companion, "I am afraid I have overstayed my visit."
The Knight recognized the escape immediately and easily dismissed himself to pay for the uneaten food and drink while the Prince – Brennus – bid goodbye and retrieved his bags. They did not pause for any merchants on the way to their horses and once there the boy had already had them saddled and was waiting outside the stalls. The Prince nodded to him and flipped a coin before mounting swiftly and with much more skill than previously demonstrated. The crowd seemed to melt before him as he rushed from the crowded streets leaving Gaizka to follow less easily.
On the open road the Prince did not ease his pace but urged the weak beast into another cantor. The Knight kept up easily enough, though he didn't understand fully the Prince's change in demeanor. However, glad to be done for the day he made not attempt at conversation.
Inside the walls the Prince was out of his saddle before the horse stopped completely. His reins were tossed to a stable hand and he was gone before Gaizka could lead his own beast to it's stall.
Prince Vos stormed into his rooms and stripped quickly of the only slightly soiled clothes. His bag of clothes and poppies were chucked carelessly across the room followed quickly by a pillow he kept at the end of the bed for such a reason as well as a book he no longer used. Both were objects that were unbreakable and able to be damaged without causing much destruction.
His maid came in carrying a pitcher of cool water and murmured to his quietly, "What's wrong, Prince Vos?"
"They recognized me, damnit! I've been so careful. So few trips, a delicate touch to my hair and features to alter them, a plausible excuse for everything, few public appearances. How?!"
"Perhaps they finally put two and two together."
"Ah!" Another pillow flew to join the pile.
"Sire. The court is convening a quarter before two. You are already late, you cannot bath. Please use this water and I will lay out your clothes."
The Prince quickly washed his face, neck, and hands. He used a cloth to quickly rub dust and travel from his skin before stepping into the dressing room where his maid had laid out a stiff cream jacket with pale blue under shirt and a darker blue vest. The breeches were white as well, with gold seams and his white boots were set against the chair.
"Thank you, for handling me so well."
The maid nodded with a small smile and exited the room to arrange his perfume as well as accessories. A secretary knocked impatiently outside his bedroom doors waiting for the documents the Prince had promised the day before. The maid let him stay there with a small look of annoyance at his uncouth insistence.
Soon the Prince had all but his Jacket to don. For this he walked into his bedroom and passed the jacket to the maid who slipped it up his arms easily. A sash was fitted across his chest and dark blue gloves, as well as a sprit of apricot and a chain with the royal emblem hanging from him, completed his outfit.
The doors opened and he handed the neat pile of signed papers and annotated notes to the nervous secretary. Then his guard took each flank and they proceeded to the courtroom where the courtiers mingled until a complaint unable to be solved by local magistrates or the capitol courts were brought before the Regent. Only a few cases presented themselves during the appointed court time and much of the Prince's time was spent mingling and discussing either gossip, popular hobbies, or political activities that were of some interest. Finally his day ended and he retreated to the pile of rooms that housed his bedchamber as well as study and personal library.
The lamps in the antechamber were already dim so he shut them off completely before proceeding into the dark wood room that held his desk and several important books. Behind the wooden desk with several lamps providing adequate light, the Prince pulled out two history books and the notes of the councilmen's thoughts. These he poured over till the early morning forced him to bed only to wake a few hours later and return to the study to complete some rather simple but mandatory business of state. Then it was off to a breakfast with members of the court selected by his close advisor. His day fell into a routine of court and meetings, military surveillance with his generals, a visit to his father, and either a large dinner with the court or a final meeting with some men he had put off earlier in the day before he again was alone in his study straining over the political melee and praying that his Knights would be quick to return.
It was nearly a week after Lord Charbonneau's morning adventure with the Prince and he had spent the majority of the time since either training or riding out alone to the surrounding lands and generally avoiding the Prince. He relaxed into the thick couch that was occupying one corner of his room. Charl lounged on a stiff leather chair facing him, "So how was your date with the Prince?"
Gai jerked and glared across the room, "How'd you know?"
"Please, the entire mess hall could tell even if you hadn't called him 'highness' as loud as possible."
"Oh," Gai could not fault him for such an obvious observation though calling it a 'date' was still irksome. "It was…interesting. He actually bothered to purchase some goods – on that I am still confused."
"Well, he is an interesting person though we certainly have seen less and less of him since his father fell ill. I suppose that will fall to the background now, though, since these kidnappings."
Something about that statement struck Gai and he waited quietly for the epitome to flourish, however he reached no conclusion worth pondering, "I suppose. But I still wonder over the King. He has not been seen for over a year, yes?"
"Yes, though I can't remember much news of gossip about that. It seemed to have died down a few weeks ago."
"Hm. So what do you make of these kidnappings?"
"I think it's just some nut. If we search him out then probably he will hope to gain leniency by giving up the girls. Anyway, there's not many options."
"True, but I wonder if there cannot be a more delicate solution."
"Well, the Prince is addressing the Council tomorrow on his decision. Maybe you should attend. I have been to a few meetings myself and found them quite fascinating. Plus afterwards the Prince treats everyone to food and company."
"Then I will go, but you must accompany me."
"Very well, I was wanting to hear this anyway."
Late the next morning found the pair seated at the very edge of the balcony with a perfect view of the Prince. Both had dressed in their formal attire and made imposing figures in Black with the silver crest of the King over their hearts.
The Council room was mostly full with stiff figures leaning in close and murmuring their predictions to the Prince's announcement. The Gallery too was bustling with excitement as more courtiers than ever opted to attend.
The Prince strode in through the large set of double doors, his outfit was honey brown with touches of gold and blue-green. A white necktie ruffled down the front of his jacket shining with bits of gold weaved in. As he approached the table the Courtiers bowed and he motioned for them to take their seats while he remained standing. A tall stack of papers, some with ribbons and a few with seals were piled at the edge of the table, "I have reviewed the actions taken in the past to oppose this situation as well as the suggestions you all have made in this room a week ago. Subsequently the solution is perhaps not to the liking of many of you present, however I will follow this course of action against all objection and in fact have the final order here to sign after informing you, the members of my council as well as the members of court present today." At this the Prince glanced up, undoubtedly to drive home his point to the courtiers gathered. Instead his eyes caught on the Royal uniform of his father and up to the attentive face of Lord Carbonneau. He seemed startled and looked down quickly, shifting the papers before him before returning his eyes to the table of waiting councilmen, "I will send a contingent of eight men, hand selected over the past week, who will ride into the last affected county and begin the delicate search for the location of the girls. In order to provide as much safety as possible their further orders will not be revealed to any person except themselves."
Immediately the council roared up in comment and protest, only two seemed remotely pleased with the solution. Without a word the Prince motioned and a waiting servant brought the ink pot and quill. Quickly a signature was placed and instructions waylaid under the melee of the court. The boy rushed off, the signed order sealed in his satchel.
When the noise level lessened a bit the Prince spoke up, drawing everyone's attention, "That will be all today. The remaining issues of state will be taken into account at this same time tomorrow. Please forgive this inconvenience. Lunch is still being served in the adjoining room as well as the third sitting room. Thank You."
The prince turned, leaving the notes and papers on the table for the councilmen to delve through as they wished. Many of the courtiers departed just after the prince to feast and discuss the unusual actions of court. Gai and Charl watched at the council spread out the papers and argued over the reports and notes of the last meeting, trying to find – what, Gai had no idea, but it did not bode well for the unsteady regent.
Deciding that they did not want to mingle with the frilly crowd of upset courtiers, both Knights opted to return to their rooms and dress down for the training fields. Gai secretly was waiting a sealed letter of instruction for heading out on this mission as the Prince had promised him on his arrival. No such letter was waiting but he changed quickly and headed to the training yards. There he spotted the Prince, decked in riding gear and walking with another, long haired man towards the stables. Making a quick decision the Knight found his friend and suggest they take a ride. Together they made their way to the stable. The Prince and his companion had thankfully not yet left the yard and were in fact arguing with the aging advisor that had greeted him the first night.
"Highness, you cannot go like this! You have to take a guard!"
"No, Reg. I'm just going to the countryside. I can handle myself well enough and Artemis is perfect with a bow. We will be well enough off."
"I cannot approve of this!"
"I am still Prince."
"I am your advisor."
"Let me go. I will be safe. I will return before nightfall."
"I should hope! It is barely noon!"
"Please, just let me out."
Gai almost laughed at the ease of the excuse for his accompanying the Prince, "Lord Reginald, I should be happy to provide an escort, and between myself and Lord Luken there will be plenty of protection."
The old man looked up into the Prince's rather astonished face, "Would that be acceptable to you highness?"
It was, however, his companion that spoke up, "Yes, Reg. Thank you."
The Prince set his mouth firmly and nudged the great dapple gray horse towards the front gates with Artemis in his wake.
The Knights horses were quickly readied and they followed the pair quickly, catching them just as they exited the castle walls. With a look to his companion the Prince kicked his horse into a gallop racing off to a road that Gai immediately recognized. It went through the least populated east side of the city and was kept clear for traffic. Artemis was next to him with his long hair tied in a ponytail at the base of his neck. The Knights followed, though they were forced back as the road narrowed and their warhorses could not compete for space. Even as they reached the wide open countryside and the Prince led the party off the road to the untamed hills their pace didn't slack. Artemis at least seemed elated at the venture whooping and throwing back his head. Finally one of the two leaders made a signal and the party slowed. The Prince's steed, however, was not as happy to be stopping and reared fitfully.
Gai's heart leaped and he was off his horse and moving to try and calm the beast, however the Prince held on easily and carefully lowered his mount and leaped off. Instead of rushing to be away from it, he walked to its nose and fed it sugar cubes from his pocket while murmuring under his breath. Gai watched in amazement before Artemis' shout shook him into consciousness, "Bren! Stop coddling that wild thing!"
Two things happened then: One – the Knights realized the long-haired man with the Prince was in fact a long-haired woman who dressed and rode like a man and Two – the Prince was immensely more beautiful than either would freely admit.
Freed of the confines of the castle and having worked the tension out through riding – Lord Chardonneau refused the acknowledge the debase humor in that thought – he was bright eyed with smooth bright skin, his lips were rosy and the cheeks held a hint of blush. Honey hair drifted across his eyes and framed his face in a wild mane.
For the first time in over a decade Lord Chardonneau felt blood pool in his belly and pump through his cheeks and ears. To hide the blush and sudden onslaught of emotion he tethered his horse and loosened its girdle. When he finished he had his blush under control and the others seemed to have quickly followed his example so that each horse had a lush patch of grass to feast on.
The Prince – Brennus – turned to the Knights and gave a slight bow to his companion, "This is Artemis Burundi, my dearest friend."
Each Knight bowed but it was Charl that spoke up, "Madame Burundi, may I ask why you are dressed in such a fashion?"
"Well, it should be obvious. I don't like wearing dresses."
"Why not?"
"Do you like wearing dresses?"
"Of course not! They look terribly uncomfortably and bothersome."
"See, then I am justified."
With that the poor Knight was silences and Gai chuckled behind his hand. Charl turned to him sharply but was cut from a sharp response when Gai winked at him knowingly with a devilish smile.
Brennus smiled and took Artemis's hand. Soon they were spinning, arms linked crossways, and elbows tucked in. Finally they fell in a heap, the world moving to the side as they gazed up at the clouds dusting sky. Gai took a seat next to the Prince while Charl sat on the far side next to the Lady Artemis. For a time they rested there, Charl ultimately dozing a bit as the warmth of the day leaked into his bones. Prince Brennus ran his hands through the stiff grass and breathed the full summer air.
Finally Arti grew bored and fetched her bow and arrows from the horse. Kicking Charl sharply in the knee she drew him away to compete with her. Prince Brennus lifted himself off the ground and dusted his pristine riding habit of dirt and vegetation before turning to offer his gloved hand to the Knight still lounging in the grass.
Gai looked up into the calm waiting face of the prince and accepted the hand before him. For a moment, when he rose, he could feel the Prince's breath on his neck and the warm skin beneath his thin riding glove, then the Prince was off, trekking into the small clutter of trees that revealed small oasis complete with a pond fed by underground streams and brightly colored flowers given just the right amount of cool shade and roomy ground to prosper.
Gai was shocked when the Prince spoke staring out over the soft ferny ground, "Lord Charbonneau, I noticed your presence at my council this morning."
"Yes, Highness. Your current predicament is the top point of discussion these days."
The Prince nodded, sadly it seemed to Gai, but he had been acting rather strangely this day and brushed it off to his odd mood.
"What do you think of my decision, Gaizka?"
A thrill rushed through Gai's blood but he kept his expression calm, "Highness," the prince grimaced and Gai had to pull back on his ingrained training, "Brennus." Prince Vos turned and smiled slightly at the Knight, gratitude radiating from his expression. "I am please at how well it was thought out and look forward to completing my orders."
At this the Prince turned away again and sighed heavily before speaking, "Lord Charbonneau, you are not being assigned to the contingent."
Gai started forward, ready for a shouting match. He had waited for this, he was supposed to be getting out! Though honestly he wasn't nearly as mad as he would have been a week ago. However, he said nothing at all as the Prince pinned him with a sharp look, "There are reasons. I need you to remain in the city. For now. I promise, it will not be for too long. A few weeks at the most, probably less than that. Please do not contest my decision."
The Knight bowed but before he could continue the conversation a high pitched voice rang through the trees, "Brennus! Bren! We must leave! It is so late, you are due back! Quickly!"
Brennus took one more deep breath before flashing Gai a self-assured smile, "Let us be off then."
They departed quickly and rode back just as hard as they had ridden out. Immediately upon arrival the prince was swept up by a young maid in a pristine outfit, though it was evident that she had worried her waist band waiting for the prince to return.
Gai retreated to his rooms and stalked the small quarters fiercely. His mind was turning in disturbing ways. He had cared for his simple needs these long years with the occasional prostitute and even a willing lover or two, but never for long. He never felt passion before that rivaled his passion for the King. At eighteen he had finally begun to restore his family's name – sullied by an uncle that could not keep it in his pants while at court. The King was kind and did not hold his family's name against him. As he worked he was rewarded, for failures and indiscretion he was properly abused. Even in those tumultuous times and the loyalty he built for the King had he felt like this all at once. Perhaps if all his greatest moment were combined they could begin to compare to this feeling.
Feeling another rush of blood through his body he slammed his fist against the wall. Warm blood oozed from the split skin and he swore loudly at the sudden pain.
With a quick release of his straining breath Gai worked to calm himself down.
Sitting at the edge of his bed he pulled out a small store of medical supplies and began wrapping his damaged hand tightly. The bandages soaked through with blood momentarily before the pressure helped to stem the flow. He would wait, there was no rush to solve his current ailment, Brennus had said a few weeks, at the most. Surely that was time enough.
Thusly satisfied he began his plans for the next week to help sort his unaccustomed emotions.
The Prince collapsed in his bed. He was glad to hear the kidnappings had filled everyone's conversations and his steadfast decision was as much ruckus as anything. Tomorrow's council would be unforgiving but necessary. After a week of being confined to solely work and the inside of the castle he had immensely enjoyed the brief scourge into the fields and his time with the indiscernible Knight. Perhaps he could endeavor to make a habit of it before his allotted time was through. Perhaps it was enough time. Though as he slipped into slumber something whispered in the back of his mind that it wouldn't be.