Capture the princess
In a large room, full of columns and windows, there was a throne. A single throne obscured by the shadows of this place, despite the many windows it is the time of day.
"What do you mean by lost?" A man sat on the throne, whose figure was not entirely visible.
"The bandits who managed to capture her successfully escorted her to Dunbart's mansion. But they were beaten by intruders." A man was kneeling under the steps of the pedestal on which the throne towered.
"How is it possible? You had it in your hand, it was close at hand and the only defense you put in that villa was a monk?" The man on the throne was beginning to give off a terrifying and menacing aura from his annoyance.
"I apologize, Your Highness. We were convinced that the rebellion could not deploy agents to prevent the exchange ... we would not have believed that they would engage outside allies." The kneeling man was beginning to feel the pressure of the king's aura.
"Outside allies? So it wasn't the rebellion that directly interfered? Did you find out what the identities of these outside allies are?" The king looks thoughtful from this event. He could not believe that anyone had had the crazy idea of helping a useless rebellion, now in a state of decay.
"No, my Highness. We only know what the guards reported, namely that they spotted four figures, plus the princess, fleeing through the passage where the bandits used to do business with the Dunbart family. Unfortunately they have been slow to act...the figures collapsed the passage and prevented the pursuit. The man seemed sore every time he explained one failure after another.
"... Have we lost them?" The king seemed to burst.
"We sent numerous patrols to the bandits' lair in the mountain range ... that base was completely filled with the corpses of those outlaws. No trace of the group that rescued the princess." The man was about to collapse as the king's pressure increased.
"USELESS!!" The screaming King rises from his throne and fires a ray of disintegration, colored black and gray. The kneeling man could only scream in pain as both his body and his soul had been disintegrated by the ray.
Instead of man, only the few surviving ashes can be seen.
"You look irritated, King of Doulon. What's wrong with your subjects?" The door to the throne room opens, letting in a woman dressed in a dress that resembled that of a bride, but more Gothic given the black color with silver outlines.
"How do you think? I'm surrounded by idiots, they can't even make a simple deal." The king abruptly sits down on the throne again.
"The girl? So they couldn't get her here ..." The woman seemed to be aware of the princess's capture plan.
"You look irritated, King of Doulon. What's wrong with your subjects?" The door to the throne room opens, letting in a woman dressed in a dress that resembled that of a bride, but more Gothic given the black color with silver outlines.
"How do you think? I'm surrounded by idiots, they can't even make a simple deal." The king abruptly sits down on the throne again.
"The girl? So they couldn't get her here ..." The woman seemed to be aware of the princess's capture plan.
"I would have taken her as my wife, so that my accession to the throne would no longer have political obstacles. Now that opportunity is gone up in smoke because of these idiots." Each sentence was a cry of anger.
"But all is not lost, the girl is still alive. We just need to contact our spy and reveal the princess's location." The woman approaches a table and without asking anyone's permission pours herself a glass of wine.
"It is not that simple, the rioters are few and with limited resources, but they are not stupid. With this failure they have surely guessed that there is a mole among them ... we must act with caution, if we do not want to cut our only thread. conductor for information on their moves. "The king was thinking of what to do to find the princess's trail.
"So how about contacting" The Shadows of Kalos "? After all, they are very famous for their accurate and reliable methods." The woman elegantly drank the glass of wine.
"It would cost us a fortune, for now I would leave this option pending. First I want to use our resources, if they are deemed inadequate I will contact those killers." The king had no intention of contacting "Shadows of Kalos" yet, contacting them for their service would cost the kingdom's treasury a lot, or rather his own treasure.
"Okay, do as you see fit. In the meantime I'll have fun with those poor rebels, I'm getting bored here." When the wine is finished, the woman throws the glass goblet, now empty, on the ground. Breaking it into a thousand pieces.
"Are you leaving already? You're always so carefree, you just think about unleashing that power of yours ... how much wasted potential." The king snorts at the woman's laziness.
"It's none of your business what I do with my power. I'm a woman who gets bored very quickly." The woman answered the king, walking towards the exit of the hall, with her back to him.
"Guards!" The king yells at the guards posted outside the throne room. Two of them ran quickly under the steps of the pedestal.
"Yes your Highness!" Answering in unison.
"He Calls the elite of our forces. Let them go in search of the princess guarded by the rebels. And warn them that they have no way of failing ... otherwise they know what awaits them." The King looks at the ashes on the floor. The guards looked in the same spot and swallowed.
"Yes, Royal Highness!" They exclaimed and immediately ran to report the king's order.
The king looked out the windows. "Soon you will be mine, princess. And with you nothing is nobody will be able to hinder me." She arched a terrifying smile and her eyes sparkled with a glow of black mixed with gray, circular in her irises.