As the day folds, Khal`En is seeing his son again, in his crib laughing at the sight of his father as he peeks through the window. The maid watches him make him laugh and put him to sleep. She looks to him and sees the light that all life has. "You're not what the King tells us," she says as he hold his child in his arms.
"Of course not. We were only farmers and shopkeepers," he let out a soft sigh. "I don't see the reason why he calls us worthless and dangerous." Worry took his mind, a treacherous feeling in the back of his head. I watched carefully as his mind was covered in self-regret. "You're not going to turn me in... are you?"
"After seeing my sister be whipped for taking care of her children? That was a week of pain for the both of us, I see no remorse for our owner. Besides, you and I share the same chains." She pulled down her sleeve to show a chain bracelet. "You and I cannot run or leave with our own will." He looked at his wrist and wondered. "You may not see or get the picture, but soon the pain will be revealed."
"I'm glad we can relate," he whispers.
"You should go. The guards may be searching around." Khal`En put his son down as he closed the window. He could hear footsteps in the distance tracking towards him. They were far away from his location, but the worry took over his head. He quietly gets to his cabin, cramped with his people and friends, he finds a spot to lay and sleeps the night,
Miles away in the city, I hear the murmur of a revolution. A woman with a long tail walks into an alleyway, waiting for something. She bares a long cape covering her entire body as a Crossbow lays gently on her back. A hood covers her face, but her eyes glowed through the shadow as they shift left and right, looking for someone. She turns to her back and jumps in fright. There was no one near her, she only stared towards me. Our eyes locked, but mine weren't glowing. Footsteps sound. She jolts towards them. "Bong! Bong, I've been looking for you."
"You told me to meet you here." She whispered.
"Yes, that's right. I just lost myself is all." Another Joraal in an English city. Dangerous to be such, no wonder he was so jittery. "Gallingway wanted me to give you this." He hands her a bolt.
"A bolt?"
"Poisoned. Don't pierce yourself with it, it's very deadly. He wants you to head to the castle and shoot the bolt at the Minister of War." Her eyes widened. "He said without him, the war wouldn't be official for months!"
"Where will he be?" she places the bolt in the slot her crossbow.
"He will be dining with the King in an hour he said. Hurry! You're miles away from the castle!" She lays the crossbow on her back as she climbs the buildings between them. The Joraal Courier ran away as she reached the roof tops.
In her head was nothing, but blood lust. She wanted to start this war right under the king's nose as his war officials die one by one. Plans began to appear in her head. Shall she arrive at the castle an hour late and kill the minister while he sleeps? To risky, she thought, the watch would finder before she could get out of his room. Shall she scope him out in an open window and fire the bolt in his neck as he eats? Too much wind, she thought, the bolt would hit something else. Her ideas flew as she ran ever closer to the castle in the middle of the city. A fire grew, she had her plan set. A carriage was heading towards the castle. It flared the name "Beauties of the West" as she saw women inside. It was a large carriage, so she could sneak in. She strip herself from her cape, her armor and took out the bolt from her crossbow.
As she got inside, there was a lockbox full of lusty clothing. She groaned in disgusted on what they were, but she had to kill the Minister. She entered to where the women were as many she saw many of which were her own kind. "What do you think of the King?" one of the wenches screamed as the carriage rocked.
"I could not adore him more!" one of the English wenches cried out.
"Well, ladies, we are going to meet his little brother, Almorth."
"What is he? A prince?"
"Even better!" she shouted. "He's the Minister of War. We can fare with as many handsome guards as we want!" They all cheered for what they are getting into. Bong groaned silently as they all murmured on the topic.
They arrived. The men escorted them like the perverts they are, flirting with them, grabbing them. They seemed to enjoy themselves with their time escorting. They were in the room with the MInister, the women just smiled and flared they're eye candy. Bong, walked in, playing the part as she covers her face with a Keltic fan. They all sat on his lap until there wasn't any room to sit. He laughed and cheered, placing his hand in places. Bong stood next to him as the guards watched with a straight face.
"Why don't you join us, Khaja?" he said in a lustful voice. "There is enough love to go around from me." She looked closely at him, drool down his lip onto his chin, his eyes looking for more to look at, he was disgusting in her eyes. She nodded in response. "Why not?" She faked a cute laugh. He pushed the woman off his lap as they laughed and cheered with the gravity. She reached in her pocket, grabbing the bolt as he stepped closer to her. "I see." She kept her fake, cute posture, waving the fan and batting her eyes like those wenches. "Guards, you can enjoy yourselves with these fine women." They looked at each other in surprise. "But not this beauty here. She is going to come with me."
The men was trampled with women as the Minister grabbed her hand gently and took her to his master bed room. It was large, with a grand view, bright candles and an oversized bed for the Minister. She kept batting her eyes and waving the fan towards her face as the Minister grabs a chair and places it in the middle of the room. "I could not obtain your beautiful eyes, ma'lady," he sits down in the chair, "I looked at them and I could not understand why I couldn't look away." She regrettingly steps closer with the bolt gripped in her hands. "I could tell you were shy. Are you new to this business?" She continues to laugh as she bats her eyes and steps closer. "I thought you would like this time spent alone with me." Drool trailed down his lips and piled on his chin. He pat his leg, "Come! Sit down with me." She does as she was told. "That's it, now, let me see that face." She puts the fan down. "As beautiful as I presumed," he whispers. "Be comfortable, ma'lady." She didn't want to give up the act. She dotted for the right opportunity, this was the one she could think of. She spreads her legs between him as the bolt was in her hand behind his head. He placed his hands on her waist. She resisted the urge to push him away. He smiled, staring her uncomfortably in the eyes as more drool poured out of his mouth. She leaned into his ear and whispered, "The revolution starts," as the bolt nicked the back of his fat neck. He started to foam from the mouth and his eyes rolled back as they began to blood shot. She could feel his heart race faster every second as he breathed his last breath.