Killing of a King

Prologue

Timmond held his infant daughter against his body as he closed and locked the door to his small home for what he believed to be the last time. He stood where he was for a while, staring up at his house. Memories of his life in this house came flooding back to him. Good ones at first, but then the bad ones crept in. The most recent ones. He shook his head to clear them away, then grabbed his son’s small hand and started away from the house. He stopped at a nearby bush, dropping his son’s hand, and reached inside, fishing out a small, wooden box. He slipped his key inside, then, dropped the box back into the bushes. Grabbing his son’s hand again, Timmond led him away from the house, without looking back.

He was done with this place.

It was dark, but the moon and stars were just bright enough to see by. Very few lights shone in the windows of the houses he passed. That was what he wanted. That was why he left this late. He didn’t want anyone to see him go.

Timmond let go of his son’s hand and adjusted the pack he had slung over one shoulder. Most of his possessions had been left in his house, but small children required a lot of necessities, so his pack was very heavy. Before he was able to grab his son’s hand again, he saw a figure walking toward him. Even though he couldn’t see well enough in the dark to identify the man, he immediately knew who it was. He stopped and let the newcomer reach him.

So, you really are leaving, David said. It was more a statement than a question.

Yes. I told you I was going to. Didn’t you believe me?

I did believe you, but I was hoping you would change your mind. You’ve lived here your entire life. Everyone you know is here. You really want to leave that all behind?

It took a moment for Timmond to answer. He looked around at the houses that surrounded him. They were well built, simple structures. Squat, with low ceilings. Most of them were perfect squares. Many houses had small trees in the front yard. Timmond had climbed almost all of those trees in his youth. He would never see these houses or trees again.

Yes. There is nothing for me here anymore.

But what about the Paladins? What are we going to do without you?

You don’t need me. Someone better than me will lead them.

There is no one better than you! David shouted. Timmond couldn’t help but cringe. He was afraid David’s shouting would wake people up and that was the last thing he wanted. Timmond glanced around at the nearby houses, but all the windows stayed dark.

I am going, David, and nothing you can say will stop me.

Listen, David said, his voice going quiet once more. I know that what happened was terrible, but you can’t allow it to make you lose your faith.

Too late, was all Timmond said. Then he grabbed his son’s hand again and walked passed David.

Wait! David called out. Timmond quit walking, but he didn’t turn around to face his friend.

Where are you going?

As far away from Zion as possible.

Think of your children! Can they make such a journey? Are you going to make Aiden walk the whole way to wherever you are going? He’s only three!

Timmond hadn’t thought about that. His only thought was to get away from here, but he had begun to second guess his decision to leave this late at night. But not for long. After a few moments, his resolve came back. I will buy a horse and wagon in the first town I come to.

But we have horses and wagons you can buy here. Turn around. Go home. Wait until morning. I will help you buy everything you need tomorrow. Just don’t leave in the middle of the night.

No. Timmond knew he was just being stubborn. What David said made sense - it would probably be better for the kids - but despite all that, he knew he wouldn’t wait. Timmond couldn’t spend one more night in this city. I don’t want anyone to know I left.

Everyone will find out tomorrow, David insisted.

By tomorrow I plan on being miles away from here. Timmond started walking again. It seemed that David had finally given up, because he didn’t say anything else. He just stood there and watched his friend walk away.

David, Timmond suddenly said before he had gotten too far. David looked up expectantly. Don’t follow me. I don’t want anyone to know where I am going. I want to forget this place. I want to forget my past and start all over. I will start a new life with my kids far away from the memories.

Without another word, without looking back, Timmond left.

1

Dorn was walking down the elaborate palace hall toward his room, planning on going to bed, when he spotted a man slipping into the king’s bed chamber, shutting the door behind him. He hadn’t really been paying attention to his surroundings as he strolled down the ­corridor. They were so familiar to him that he needn’t look where he was going. He didn’t notice the elaborate carpets his feet walked upon, or the beautiful murals on the walls. His thoughts had been on his comfortable bed when they were interrupted by the man.

Dorn halted in surprise. It was nearing midnight, but the hallway was well lit with torches, so he knew he wasn’t mistaken. Who was the man dressed all in black sneaking around the castle? He obviously wasn’t supposed to be there. Not even thinking to call for the guards, Dorn made his way to the king’s room and slowly cracked open the door.

He peeked through the door; the room was pitch black. He opened the door a little wider and crept inside. The light coming in from the open doorway did little to illuminate the room, and he saw nothing but blackness. He listened, but heard nothing. He made his way to the closest torch on the wall, not needing light to show him the way, for he knew the king’s chamber well. It was too dark to see the fist coming at his face.

The punch knocked him to the ground, the force taking the breath from his lungs. He sat on the floor, stunned, his back pressed against the wall, and his jaw throbbing.

Suddenly he felt searing pain in his stomach. He reached down and felt something warm and slick. Blood…his blood. He had been stabbed.

He saw the man rush through the door into the hallway. Dorn thought he had to be delirious, for when he caught a glimpse of the man’s face in the torchlight, it looked to have a yellowish tint to it. I must be seeing things, he thought. People don’t have yellow skin. If he hadn’t been so scared and in pain, he would have laughed at his own foolishness.

The man’s steps could be heard clearly on the tiled floor of the palace as he ran down the corridor. Then there was a sound of commotion in the hallway. People were shouting, metal was clanging. More footsteps could be heard rushing down the hallway. The guards must have spotted his attacker.

After a few minutes four soldiers dressed in the palace guard’s red uniform burst into the king’s chamber. One of them lit a torch on the wall and spotted Dorn. He rushed to him. What happened? You’re injured!

Dorn struggled to speak. There was a man… dressed in black. I don’t know what he was… doing here. He… stabbed me, then ran away.

King Michael has been murdered! cried one of the guards. Everyone looked to the bed and saw the king lying in his own blood. One of the guards turned and pointed at Dorn. Murderer!

No…Not me…It was… the man in black, Dorn asserted. He groaned in pain. In all his years, he had never felt pain like this.

Where did he go? the guard who had come to him asked.

He ran out into the…hall. I…heard commotion outside.

Let’s go!

They left Dorn bleeding on the floor, their only thought to catch the assassin. One hand clutching his wound, he slowly crawled to the hallway to get some help. Every movement throbbed. He looked down the hallway ahead of him, then to the left and right. The hallway was deserted; there was no one in sight, not even the king’s personal guards. They must be chasing after the assassin, he thought.

With a sigh, Dorn gave up, collapsing in the doorway to the king’s chamber. He knew he was going to die. The pain was so great that he almost welcomed the release of death. He regretted only that he was unable to help his king. Maybe if he had been a little quicker, he could have saved him. Who was he kidding? He was no fighter, he was only one of the king’s personal servants. What could he have done to help him? No, it wouldn’t have made any difference. His beloved king would have been murdered anyway.

Dorn felt worthless and alone. His vision started to blur, and eventually, he blacked out.

*   *   *

They were arguing again. They didn’t realize that seven-year old Dorn was in the other room, listening, just like he did almost every night. They were speaking in loud whispers, trying not to wake up their son who they thought was asleep in his room down the hall, but Dorn could hear every word they said.

That is the third person you’ve healed for free this month, his mother complained, and Dorn could picture her face turning red with anger. How do you expect us to live if you don’t receive any payment for your services?

They didn’t have any money, his father replied gently. He was always gentle, always calm; the complete opposite of his wife. I’m not going to turn someone in need away because they can’t pay. Anyway, they said they would pay me when they could.

Everyone says that, Dorn’s mother snapped. The entire city knows that they can bring their sick here and all they have to do is tell you they don’t have any money and they get your services for free. Is that any way to run a business?

I don’t know what to tell you honey. I just can’t send people away. It is their lives we’re talking about here. What kind of man would I be if I just let them die because of money?

His mother didn’t say anything for a second. You’re a good man and that is why I love you. But this can’t go on. We’re living in poverty as it is. I work as hard as I can at the laundry, but it just isn’t enough. I can‘t take it anymore.

I know, I know.

*   *   *

Dorn’s eyes opened. His vision was blurry. He didn’t know where he was. He couldn’t make out his surroundings. Suddenly, he saw the face of a woman as she leaned over him, peering into his eyes, silver hair falling around her face. She looked kind. She smiled when she realized he was looking at her.

How are you feeling Dorn?

The pain in his abdomen had lessened, but it wasn’t totally gone. He felt weak.

Dorn opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out. His vision dimmed, then darkness overcame him once again.

*   *   *

I heard you and Momma fighting again last night, Papa, Dorn said as he walked to the market with his father the next day. The sun was bright and warm, and Dorn and his father took their time.

Did you? his father asked.

Yes.

His father didn’t say anything and didn’t look at his son. He just kept walking.

Do you really think Momma will leave us?

His father didn’t answer for a moment. He sniffed. I don’t know, son. I hope not.

The boy looked up at his father. Dorn thought that he sounded sad. Is it because we’re poor that she gets mad at you?

Partly.

What’s the other part? Dorn pressed.

His father sighed. It’s because…

They heard a loud crash ahead of them and a man’s voice yelling. Stay here, Dorn’s father ordered and immediately sprinted up the street towards the sound. Little Dorn ignored his father’s order and hurried after him. The boy struggled to keep up with his father’s long strides.

They entered into a large square. There were numerous people milling about a broken, tipped over carriage. They heard a man hollering, obviously in a lot of pain. Dorn’s father made his way through the crowd, gently pushing people aside, explaining he was a healer, with Dorn right on his heels.

When they finally broke through the throng, what they saw shocked them both.

King Miles was trapped under his own tipped over carriage, writhing and screaming in pain. Only the king’s upper torso was visible. The horse that was pulling the carriage had also fallen over, and it was squirming on the ground, struggling to get up, since it was still tethered to the carriage. The horse’s neighs were frantic with panic.

Despite his shock, Dorn’s father didn’t hesitate long. I am a healer, Dorn’s father assured one of the guards. I am here to help.

Okay, good. Dorn could hear relief in the guard’s voice. So, what do we do?

First, we need to get him out from under the carriage. I can’t tell how badly he is injured if I can’t see his whole body. As usual, Dorn’s father was calm under pressure. He had once told Dorn that a healer must keep other people calm, and to do that he had to stay calm himself.

It’s no use, the guard said. "I’ve already tried lifting it. It’s too heavy.

Of course, it’s too heavy for just one man. You’re not thinking straight. You need to settle down. There are dozens of people here. Let’s get them to help us lift it.

The two men recruited several of the bystanders to help them lift the carriage. The horse got to its feet as they lifted the carriage upright. Dorn could see that the carriage door was open. That must have been how the king had fallen out.

The men set the carriage down and the healer rushed to the king. Dorn’s father gasped.

The carriage had pinned the king at his waist. His hip bone was crushed flat, as were his legs, down to the knees. Dorn saw the king’s plight and cried out. His father told him to turn away from the sight.

The king looked down at himself. A look of horror crossed his face. Oh no!

Calm down, Dorn’s father said soothingly. Just relax. You’re going to be just fine. We’re going to fix this. Just lay back.

Despite the horrible shock King Miles must have been going through, Dorn’s father’s words seemed to sooth him. He laid back and breathed easier, though his face was very pale. My legs are crushed, the king moaned. I can’t feel my legs.

The guard, suddenly recognizing the healer, knelt down beside the king.

You’re going to be just fine Your Majesty. This is Blake, the famous healer. He has healed hundreds of people in the city, including my wife. I know he can heal you, too. Just hang on Your Majesty. Just please hang on.

*   *   *

And he did heal the king. Although he would never walk again, Dorn’s father saved his life that day. Blake had to amputate the king’s legs, but with an advanced surgical procedure, he was able to sew the king’s lower legs to his hips, creating shorter, yet movable legs. He looked odd and couldn’t walk, but the king was comforted to know he regained some movement and still had a semblance of legs.

In payment, King Miles moved Blake, his wife and his son into the castle. He appointed Dorn as his personal servant and hired Blake as the royal healer. Dorn’s parents stayed together, living long, happy lives once money was no longer an issue.

Dorn and the king became very close. He went everywhere with the king, always on hand in case His Majesty needed anything. Sometimes they would just talk for hours. Dorn enjoyed those talks most of all. He came to realize that the king was just a normal man with a lot of responsibility who feared that he wouldn’t be a good ruler. The king wanted to do what was best for his country, and Dorn respected him for that.

He also became good friends with the king’s son, Michael who was a couple years older than the prince. Of course, Dorn had a lesser station in life, but those things didn’t matter when your years on the earth were still in the single digits. When Dorn wasn’t working, he was with the little prince. He thought of the royal family as his second family, especially since he spent more time with them than his father and mother. His parents didn’t seem to mind. They hoped that he would rise higher in life than they did.

Now, Dorn was grown and his parents were gone, along with the king he had served so faithfully for so many years. The man who had been killed that night was his dear friend, the former prince who had become king after his father’s death. He had kept Dorn on staff as his personal servant during the regime change.

*   *   *

Dorn opened his eyes again. He was still lying in the same bed as before. He looked around the room and saw several other beds in neat rows. The white walls were bare, nothing adorning them. His abdomen still hurt and he looked down to see a white bandage wrapped around his torso. An older woman with silver hair, dressed in white entered the room carrying a tray. She came up to him, smiling. He recognized her as the same woman he saw when he had woken up before. He recalled that she was the head nurse of the palace, but he couldn’t bring her name to mind.

Awake again I see, she said. Her voice was pleasant. I hope you plan on staying with us a little longer this time. I brought you food in case you had woken up. Are you hungry?

Dorn was famished. Yes. And thirsty too.

The nurse handed him the tray of steaming hot soup and bread. There was a mug of water as well. He hurriedly ate and drank everything. Where am I?

You are in the clinic, the nurse replied. You were brought here just in time, too. Your stab wound was very serious and if the guards had been a little slower, you wouldn’t have made it. You would have bled to death.

And King Michael? Were you able to save him?

The nurse looked down. No. She took a moment before she continued. He was never brought to me. He was dead by the time he was discovered. I am sorry. I know who you are. I know what great friends you two were.

Dorn felt tears streaming down his face. I’ve known him since I was just a child, Dorn said softly. We grew up together.

I know. She put a hand on his arm. I know. I am so sorry.

Dorn had a thought. Queen Laurel! She must be warned! The killer could come after her! We must send someone to protect her!

Calm down, she replied. She has already been told. As you probably know, she went to the annual Veteran’s Banquet in Rindley with the prince and princess to honor all the soldiers in the army. We sent a messenger to her and they have told her the news. She sent word back that she wanted to see you as soon as possible, since you were the one who discovered the king and saw the murderer.

She has already been informed and sent word back? The nurse nodded. How long have I been asleep?

Three days.

Three days!

You were severely injured. Your body needed time to heal itself, so it shut down for a while to regain its strength. That is why you were famished when you woke up.

What has been done with King Michael?

He was sent, in secrecy, to her majesty. She wanted the body with her, but she doesn’t want the kingdom to know of his murder just yet.

When do you think I’ll be strong enough to make the trip to see her?

I don’t know. How do you feel?

Let me see, Dorn replied as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He set his feet down on the floor and hesitated. He looked at the nurse. Where’s the latrine?

The nurse pointed to a door on the far wall. Through that door over there.

Dorn got to his feet and immediately felt light-headed. He wobbled, and the nurse rushed to steady him. I’ll help you get there, just lean on me.

I guess I’m not quite strong enough to make the trip yet, huh, Dorn quipped as they made their way through the door and into a small room with a bench that had a hole in the center. She helped him sit on the bench and left the room. In the doorway she paused and said, Give me a holler when you’re finished and I’ll help you back to your bed.

As soon as she shut the door, Dorn felt tears streaming down his face. He hadn’t had the chance to grieve for his dear friend. The tears weren’t only for himself though; they were also for the royal family and the kingdom. King Michael was a fair and just ruler who always put his people first. Everything he had done as king, he did for the benefit of his subjects. The people loved him for it.

Almost all the people loved him. There was one person in the kingdom who despised the king. Would he have had King Michael murdered? Would he go that far? Dorn just didn’t know.

Two days later, when he was feeling strong enough, Dorn was on his way to Rindley to report to Queen Laurel about what he knew about her beloved husband’s murder.

2

Prince Easton met the man dressed in black behind one of the tents that were set up just outside the small village of Rindley. The soldiers who took part in the ceremonies and games stayed in this enormous camp, for the town wasn’t big enough to hold them all. Easton often wondered why this celebration was held in this backwater town every year. There were much better places for such an event, like the capitol city, Tosun. At least in Tosun there were decent taverns that catered to the high class. In Tosun he wouldn’t be surrounded by lowly soldiers and smelly horses.

Now, the camp was silent and dark, for it was late at night, and even on holidays, the captains of the army still upheld the curfew. The sky was full of clouds, which was fortunate, because it blocked out all moon and starlight, making it easier to avoid being seen. The camp was in a huge, flat, grassy field that provided no cover. If someone saw him meeting with his contact, his plan was finished. He shivered. The night breeze was cool, and it carried with it the smell of horse manure.

Despite the yellow of the man’s skin, he didn’t see his contact until he was right next to him. Easton scowled as he almost bumped into the strange man.

You could have said something!

The yellow-faced man just smiled.

This strange man made Easton feel very uncomfortable and he longed to go back to his room at the inn. But he had to finish this meeting.

What took you so long to get back here? You killed him four days ago.

I had to lose the castle guards, the assassin hissed. They were tracking me, so I had to come a round-about way.

The prince shivered. Even this man’s soft whisper was creepy. It reminded him of how a snake would talk. It fit the assassin perfectly. He hoped this conversation wouldn’t take very long.

Well, how did it go?

Haven’t you heard?

I know you killed him, replied Easton. But how did it go? Did you have to fight the guards on the way out? Did anyone see you? What did my father do when he saw you? Easton grinned wickedly. Did he scream? Did he beg for his life?

No. He was asleep. He didn’t even know it happened. An amused expression crossed the yellow face at the sight of the pitiful prince’s angry expression. Another man came into the sleeping chamber while I was still in there though. A thin, balding man, probably mid-forties.

Ah. That would be Dorn. He is my father’s pathetic personal servant. He was also a great friend to my father. He never liked me. What did you do to him?

I gutted him.

Easton laughed at that. I guess that makes up for your blunder with my father. I wish he’d been awake when he died, though. He should have known what was happening to him.

The assassin held out his empty hand.

Prince Easton pulled a heavy bag of gold out of his cloak and handed it to the mysterious man.

The assassin held the bag of gold out before him as if making sure it weighed enough. Finally deciding it was the correct amount, he put the bag into his cloak. When do we leave? he hissed.

Tomorrow night. I have a few more things to take care of before I go.

I will be here at midnight.

Easton was about to reply when he realized that the man was no longer there. Easton had been looking right at him and the man simply vanished before his eyes! He shivered again as he turned around and walked back to town. How did the man with yellow skin do that? It wasn’t natural.

He didn’t see the shadowy figure in the darkness following him.

*   *   *

Queen Laurel looked up and saw Syth, her dark-skinned protector, standing in front of her. She hadn’t heard him come in. She never did. For the thousandth time she was glad he was on her side.

She was sitting at the desk, drumming her fingers on the wood as she waited impatiently for Syth to return and give his report. What did you find out?

I followed the prince like you asked me to. Syth had a slow way of speaking, like he was making sure to pronounce every word perfectly. He didn’t know I was there. Neither did his yellow-skinned friend.

The queen sighed. I knew he had something to do with his father’s murder! He has been acting strange ever since we arrived in Rindley. How could he… She started to sob. This was just too much. She forced herself to stop crying. After a few moments she was finally able to regain her composure. She wiped her tears away from under her blue eyes and pulled her long blonde hair away from her face. Did you hear what they were saying?

A little, My Queen. I dared not get too close to the assassin. I heard Easton asking questions. He wanted details about the murder. You will be happy to know that the king was asleep when it happened. He did not suffer.

Laurel was shocked. He wanted details? How heartless can someone be? It was his own father! She paused. Well, it was a good thing that he didn’t suffer. And I’m glad that he died ignorant of his murder being ordered by his own son!

What will you do now, My Queen?

That’s a good question, she thought. She didn’t answer right away. I need to confront him about it, she replied finally. I need to hear it from Easton’s own mouth. Please send for him first thing in the morning.

Aren’t you afraid he will kill you too?

The queen barked a laugh. Ha! He doesn’t have the guts to do it himself. He had to hire someone to murder his father while he slept, because he couldn’t do it himself. He wouldn’t dare harm me. Especially not with the entire army right outside town. I need to know why my husband is dead. What has driven him to such rage? She paused, remembering an incident from years ago. When she continued, her voice was breaking. Then, I will have him arrested and executed for his crime. She buried her face in her hands and started to cry again.

Without a word, Syth turned and left the room.

*   *   *

Dana looked up as her younger brother, Prince Easton, entered her room. There were tears streaming down her face. She had been lying on her bed, crying. She didn’t think she had ever cried so much in her life. In fact, she didn’t think it possible that a person could have so many tears. Dana had never imagined she would lose a parent when she was only twenty-one years old. She loved her father very much, and she didn’t know if she would ever get over his loss.

It’ll be alright, Dana, Easton said gently as he sat on the bed beside her. He wiped her tears away with his hand. He ran a hand through her dark hair. Besides the difference in their hair and eye color, she looked just like her mother. Everyone commented on her beauty.

I have some information about father’s murderer, her brother said. I plan to track the killer down and avenge father. Then, when I return, I will take the throne and rule this kingdom with you beside me. Together, we can make father proud.

Dana sniffed and sat up. "Track him down? Easton, the assassin got into the palace without being noticed. You know how many guards there are. He fought off the guards and escaped, all by himself. I don’t think you could track him. And even if you did find him, do you really think you could kill him? No offense Easton, but I don’t think you would stand a chance. You would just end up getting killed too." She started sobbing again.

I’ve already thought of that, her brother replied gently. I would like to take Jaden with me. I would feel very confident in my mission if I had him at my side.

Dana sniffed and wiped her tears. You know he doesn’t like you, she said. I don’t think he would agree to go.

Easton gave her a sour look. Couldn’t you just order him to come with me? He does whatever you say, does he not?

Yes. But because he wants to. He is not a slave, Easton. He is free to do whatever he chooses. I’ve told him as much. He chooses to do as I ask him.

But you’re the princess!

You know I don’t let that go to my head, Easton. I don’t take pleasure in ordering people around like you do.

Fine. Easton said, clearly not pleased with the way the conversation was going. Can you at least ask him?

Okay. I’ll ask him. But I already know what he’ll say.

At that, her brother stood, turned, and left the room. Dana got up and went to find Jaden.

*   *   *

Dorn, my friend, the queen said as she embraced the man. Dorn had arrived early that morning and went straight to the queen. She smiled warmly at him. It is so good to see you. How are you doing? Are you healing well?

They broke their embrace and looked at each other. Yes, My Queen. Physically, I feel fine. The pain from the knife wound is gone. It is the emotional wounds that will take a while to heal, I’m afraid.

Ah yes. He loved you very much. You were his dearest friend. I’m so sorry. I would like to keep you employed as my personal servant if you’d like.

I would like that, Dorn said. But how are you doing? I can’t imagine how hard this is for you.

To tell you the truth, I’m surprised I am able to stand right now. All I want to do is lie down on my bed and cry until sleep comes. But, I’m the queen. I have to be strong for my people. Still…I miss my husband terribly. I miss him so much my stomach aches. I need justice to be served, but it will come at a price. She gestured to the chair in front of the small desk against the far wall of the room. Please, sit down.

Dorn did as the queen asked and watched her as she took a seat at the edge of the large bed. The bed took up most of the room. The innkeeper had given her the best room available, but it was still small and cramped.

Dorn was confused. A price, My Queen?

Tell me what happened that night. I’m told you saw the man who killed him.

Dorn noticed the change of subject, but he didn’t press the woman. "Yes, I caught a glimpse of him. I was in the hallway outside the king’s chamber when I saw a man sneak into the room. Fearing the worst, I followed him, not waiting to call the guards. I should have. I got there too late. The room was pitch black. The darkness wouldn’t have hindered me, for I know the king’s chamber well, but it apparently hadn’t hindered the assassin either. Before I could take five steps, I was knocked to the floor. He stabbed me in the stomach and left me to die. As he left the room, I could see his face in the torchlight coming from the hallway. His skin was yellow. I heard fighting in the hallway, but I heard he got away."

It’s true, the queen said. The assassin got away. But I know who hired him.

Dorn could see the pain in her eyes. Who? he asked hesitantly.

The queen didn’t answer right away, and Dorn didn’t push her. He could tell she was struggling. She swallowed. Easton, she finally whispered.

Oh no. When Dorn was lying in his sickbed, he had wondered who could have ordered the king’s murder. Only one name had come to mind. Prince Easton. He didn’t tell the queen that though. How can that be? Are you sure?

The queen nodded. Yes. I had Syth follow him last night when he went out to the solders’ tents. He saw him meet with someone and overheard their conversation. The man Easton met with had yellow skin. They discussed the murder and Easton gave him a bag of gold.

I am so sorry, My Queen. Does Princess Dana know?

The queen shook her head. I’ve tried to get up the courage to tell her, but I can’t. She already hurts enough. This news will kill her. She and Easton are very close.

I know. Princess Dana is the only person I have ever seen him get along with. What will you do?

Queen Laurel cleared her throat. I’ve already decided to send for the best group of mercenaries in the land. You probably know the one I’m talking about. They are led by a man named Tim.

Ah yes. You couldn’t ask for a better group. They will track down the yellow man and dispose of him, no doubt about it. What will you do with Easton?

I will have justice. She saw the look on Dorn’s face. It must be done! It kills me to even think of, but I can’t let this pass. If it were anyone else, we would have them killed without a second thought. He must pay for his crimes. She took a deep breath. I will confront him today.

Is there anything I can do to help, My Queen?

She forced a smile. No.

Then may I ask a favor? She nodded. May I be allowed to accompany this band of mercenaries? I don’t know what kind of assistance I can provide, but I feel it is my duty to help find this man.

I understand. I will tell Tim that I wish you to accompany him. She smiled again. And Dorn, if I were the assassin, I would fear for my life when you caught me.

Dorn smiled and took his leave.

*   *   *

Prince Easton saved Queen Laurel the effort of finding him. A guard knocked on her door and announced that the prince wished to speak to her. When he entered her room, the queen was sitting on her bed, thinking. She had been trying to build up the courage to confront her son, and now that he was standing in front of her, she was left with no choice. She didn’t know if she was ready.

The room was small and felt a little cramped with both of them inside. Her son opened his mouth to speak, but Laurel interrupted him. Why did you do it? she demanded.

Easton hesitated. Do what? What are you talking about mother?

You had your father killed!

Easton stood there, frozen. He swallowed. What makes you say that? You honestly think I would have my own father killed?

No, she admitted. I had no idea you would stoop to such a level, but last night I had Syth follow you. He saw you talking to the infamous man with yellow skin. He heard your conversation.

He backed away from her. He isn’t here now, is he?

It’s just you and I, she assured him. Why did you do it?

You want to know why I did it, mother? You really want to know? He stepped toward her. He seemed to be gaining confidence. I loathed that man! I was never good enough for him. Everything I ever did was wrong. He hated me!

Queen Laurel stood up. He loved you!

He took another step toward her. Did he, mother? Did he? Laurel was surprised to see tears streaming down her son’s face. If he loved me so much why was he going to give the kingdom to Dana?

That surprised her. She slowly sat back down. What?

"Oh, you didn’t know? A couple months ago he came to me and told me. He said I was mean and cruel and selfish and that I would ruin the kingdom if I were king. He told me that even though I am the rightful heir, the people didn’t deserve a man like me as their king. He said they deserved better. ‘Dana is what a ruler should be’ he said. That’s not how it’s done, mother! That’s not fair! I’m the prince! I’m the eldest son! I should get the throne!"

So you killed him? What are you going to do next? Have me killed? How about your sister? Are you going to have her killed now that she is going to get the throne?

He was sincerely shocked. Kill Dana? Do you know nothing, mother? Dana is the only person on this earth who cares about me, who accepts me for who I am. She doesn’t try to change me. It’s not her fault that father chose her. She didn’t ask for it. Do you honestly believe that I would harm her?

The queen didn’t answer his question. How did you expect to get away with it? What is your plan?

I guess I can tell you. You cannot stop me now. I am going to leave. I am going across the sea to chase after the man who killed my beloved father. I will catch him and return with an army at my back. I will bring my allies here to hunt down the rest of the people who planned my father’s murder. The people will welcome me with open arms for avenging their beloved king. And if they don’t, if they decide that they don’t want me as their king, I will use that army to take the throne.

Easton began to pace around the tiny room. I am well aware that the common folk don’t like me. I don’t want riots erupting once I have the crown. I must protect my people, after all, and so I found an ally to help me keep my kingdom.

Protect your people? You care nothing for the people! You care only for yourself!

The people care nothing for me! Easton shouted. Why should I put them first when they wouldn’t even blink an eye if I had been the one murdered? They probably would have rejoiced if it had been me!

You brought that on yourself, the queen said quietly. I have watched you grow up into a cruel and selfish person. No matter what your father and I did, you never changed. It broke our hearts to see the man you have become. Easton had stopped pacing, so Queen Laurel stood up to face him. My only comfort is that he didn’t know you were behind his murder. The people hate you because of the way you treat them. They hate you because of the choices you made. It is your own fault.

Well, Easton said, my fault or not, I will be the king. I will not let father or the people rob me of the throne.

And what of your sister? What will you do with her? After you leave I will tell her what you have done and why. She will know that your father chose her over you.

Easton didn’t answer right away. The thought of his sister knowing he was the one who had their father killed obviously pained him. When he did speak, he spoke so quietly the queen could barely hear him. I will give her the same choice that I give you. She can accept me as king and rule with me, or she can reject me and claim the throne for her own. But know this Mother, I will not be denied my birthright. With that, he turned and left.

*   *   *

The queen sat back down on her bed after the conversation with her son. She was shocked, hurt and confused. She couldn’t help but remember him as a little boy. They had had so much hope for him. He had the love of his parents, not to mention his older siblings and the palace staff. He had the influence of a wonderful king to teach him how to rule the right way. Although she didn’t know where she had gone wrong with Easton, she still blamed herself. It troubled her greatly.

Then, once again the memory of that horrible day from long ago came back to her. The king and queen had known that Easton was responsible, even though he had always denied it. Only Princess Dana had believed him innocent, but Laurel had always known. But she couldn’t prove it.

My Queen?

She didn’t answer.

My Queen?

This time, Laurel looked up to see Dorn standing next to her chair.

Yes? she finally answered.

Are you alright? How did things go with the prince?

She looked at Dorn. The prince? Suddenly, she awoke from her dazed condition. The prince! She stood up and walked out of the room, her strides quick and purposeful.

Where are you going My Queen? Dorn asked breathlessly as he struggled to stay beside her.

Has my son left yet?

Yes. He left a few minutes ago.

The queen looked at him. Did you think to stop him? Did you call the guards?"

My thoughts were of you. As soon as I saw him leaving the inn, I came straight to you. I am sorry.

Oh, it’s not your fault. It’s my own. I sat in my room sulking like a child while my murderous son gets away. He couldn’t have gotten very far. Does anyone know which direction he went?

I will ask around, My Queen.

Thank you, Dorn. She stopped him before he turned to leave. And Dorn, could you please have someone send for Tim and his mercenary band?

Yes, My Queen, Dorn replied, then took his leave, calling for guards to find prince Easton. The queen continued in search of in the captains of the royal army. They were going to need to prepare for war.

3

Aiden flinched as an ax thudded against the soft wall of the house he was leaning against, embedding itself just inches from his head. He was having trouble fighting his fear. He had lost track how of many times he had almost died since this battle began. The rush, the terror, and the excitement was a feeling unlike any other. He looked over at Layne, with his duel axes slashing through bandits with lightning speed that belied his large stature. He appeared calm and confident. Watching his best friend’s calm face, one could almost forget there were over a dozen men trying to cut them down.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the sight of an enemy rushing towards him, an ax raised high. Aiden braced himself, twisting to the left as the man reached him. Aiden turned and stabbed the man in the back with his sword as he flew by. The big bandit didn’t make a sound as he hit the ground, dead.

Aiden pulled the sword out of the dead man and turned to face the other bandits, only to realize there were none left standing. Their bodies were lying all over the ground. Not one of them had escaped. Aiden sighed, relief flooding through him at surviving his first real battle. He spotted Brione walking towards the largest house in the village. The mayor of the town, the man who had hired them to rid the town of the bandits, had barricaded himself and his family inside when the battle had started.

So, what did you think of your first job? Layne asked as he came up to Aiden. He bent down and wiped his axes clean on the grass. Aiden was panting while his friend’s breathing was even and calm. Layne was taller than Aiden by three inches, with a muscular build and dirty blonde hair. He was twenty years old, two years older than Aiden, but the two became fast friends when Aiden’s father took Layne and his brother into the mercenary group after their parents died.

Aiden turned around and saw the usual big grin on his friend’s face. It was fine, he answered, his own expression serious. Just another day on the job.

Yeah right. I saw the look on your face; you were terrified.

Don’t listen to him Aiden, said Layne’s older brother, Dustin. At least your pants are still dry, which is more than I can say for Layne on his first job.

Dustin looked like an older version of Layne, only his hair was brown instead of dirty blonde, and he had a slighter build, but he had the same handsome facial features as his younger brother. He also had a more serious disposition, yet he could joke around if the situation arose.

Aiden laughed. Seriously? Why haven’t I ever heard this story before?

Because it’s not true, replied Layne, glaring at his brother. Dustin, why do you have to make up stories to make me look bad?

There are a few reasons, said his brother. "One, because I’m your older brother and it is my job to pester you. Two, I’m trying to encourage Aiden; your first job is a big deal after all. And three, because it’s true. You did wet yourself on your first job."

I did not! Layne’s face betrayed him.

For some reason, I believe Dustin, said Aiden, still laughing at his big friend.

Of course you do, Brione, the commander of the group, second only to Aiden’s father, Tim, said as she approached them. She had a thin, yet shapely body and long brown hair framing her beautiful face. It was easy to underestimate her in battle because of her looks. That was a fatal mistake many men had made. She was strong and quick and a match for any man in battle. Dustin always tells the truth. She looked at Layne. Unlike some other people I know. I don’t even have to know what you are talking about to know that Dustin is right.

We’re talking about how Layne wet himself during his first job last year, said Dustin with a grin.

Dustin! Layne yelled. Aiden laughed even harder.

Well, replied Brione, I didn’t hear anything about that, but if Dustin says it happened, then it probably did.

You never heard about it, said Dustin, because I never told anyone to save Layne from embarrassment. He gave Layne a little shove. I pushed him into a pond so that no one would know.

So why are you telling them about it now? cried Layne. He slugged Dustin in the arm.

Ouch, said Dustin, but the grin never left his face. He rubbed his arm. To keep you from getting a bigger head than you already have.

Like it could get any bigger, Brione muttered to Aiden.

Layne looked exasperated. Here I am, trying to be a good role model for Aiden, trying to be someone he can look up to, and you go and tell him about that. He just turned eighteen. He’s still very impressionable. We have to be careful about what he sees and hears.

The other three laughed.

Well, what’s the count? Dustin asked Brione.

We killed seventeen bandits, and the mayor paid us ten gold pieces per bandit.

Not bad, said Aiden.

Layne gave a snort. Not bad? We should be getting paid a lot more than that for putting our lives on the line for these people. We could have been killed! Haven’t you guys ever thought about doing bigger and better things with our skills?

Helping other people is good work Layne, Brione argued.

I know, and it’s not that I’m not glad we’re helping, it’s just that we could be making so much more money doing something else. Like living in the capitol for example, being a great knight. Having all the ladies shower us with favors as we march off to battle against the country’s foes. Returning victorious, our horses weighed down by the spoils of victory, the women basking in our glory!

Dustin looked at his brother. Being a knight isn’t like that. They really don’t get very much glory. Less than most people think.

Aiden’s jaw dropped. You were a knight?

Yes, Dustin replied.

How come you never told me? Does my father know?

Layne gave Aiden a face. Of course he knows. You think the great Tim wouldn’t know something like that about someone he hired to work for him?

Why don’t you ever talk about it, Dustin? Aiden asked. Brione, did you know about this?

Yes, she replied. I am second in command. I know nearly as much as your father about what goes on around here.

Aiden pressed. Why don’t you talk about it, Dustin? It must have been exciting.

Dustin sighed. He didn’t seem like he wanted to discuss the matter. "Not