forum One On One??

Started June 05, 2019 by @Meow

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After a quick squinty glance, he almost confirmed that this king would be quite the interesting fellow. Atlas, was it? Eliza was not sure of their identity, having never been let out.
He stared at the floor and wondered what wasn’t to come.

Atlas lifted a hand to his jaw again, “What’s your name?” He spoke loud enough for his voice to echo. The cloak and the sunlight slowly made him sweat, but in front of a prisoner he reasoned he couldn’t make himself any less kingly.

“Eliza Deen, Your Highness.” Eliza was not one to piss off rich people or royalty, horrible consequences followed. He also figured that this new king was trying somewhat to do the right things and seem like he knew everything.

“Nice to meet you.” He said curtly, “How old are you?” He scratched his shoulder under the cloak, the heat now becoming itchy.

(I have to leave soon, I’ll try and get in a couple more responses, if not, I’ll respond as soon as I can.)
He kept his head low and responded, “I am not exactly sure, but I should be around 40 something.” His eyes were a little more used to the sun now and he opened them wider and saw a bit more of the room he was in.

“Okay..” he nodded slowly, “I remember you being very disliked by my father..he never told me why…why, Eliza?” He hoped he would get his twenty year old question today. Someone his dad hated so much he wouldn’t even execute him. Only slowly torture him through isolation and disgusting dungeon quarters. Atlas didn’t understand, but he would do anything to be able to.

• manslaughter (accidental killing of someone close to the late king, maybe his brother?)
• intentional murder (maybe unlikely)
• He was framed for murder
• suspected of treason

Eliza sighed and started, “As you should know, not every person who had ever existed, loved your father or his heir. Many despised royalty, those who felt they were treated unfairly. I, myself at the time, worked as a towns blacksmith, I mainly made jewelry, especially after a lot of young folk had come round. I had been commissioned by a nobleman who had heard of my work, he had asked for a pair of knives to be made. Nothing fancy, just ones that were sharp and could do their job. I had arrived a few weeks after he had asked for the knives and arrived quite late. He brought me inside and, his friends I assume, we’re chatting in hushed tones. I hadn’t meant to listen in, but I could hear, ‘He should be passing outside from here to there, then we can get him and take his body here.’ I did not want to say a thing about it, but the nobleman took me further in with the knives and to room where whom I had heard we’re discussing over a map of this castle. The nobleman knew I had heard too much and decided to keep me there to fulfill the plan.
The night had come and the men had taken him, leaving me alone with the knives covered in blood and to be imprisoned for a crime I had never committed. I apologize for not having more details, I have forgotten most over time.”

Atlas leaned forward with interest. So…that meant he wasn’t the second hero to the throne after his father. He was the third. “Interesting..and you’ve down there for twenty years..” he looked over to the guards, “Take him to the library. We need to do a little more research.”

Eliza looked up with mystery in his eyes, this lad was quite interesting. The guards pulled him up and double checked the ropes were tied around his hands properly. Eliza was also a little excited as well, as he had never seen anything more than this room, the hall, and the cell.

Atlas stood up to go to his room and change, “I’ll be there soon.” He called to the guards, but mostly to Eliza as he neared through the heavy cloaks down the hall.

Eliza thought the guards mumbled something to the yet un-introduced King, but couldn’t tell over his excitement and confusion. Was this king being nice to him? Was ‘the library’ some kind of code phrase? It didn’t matter much to him, he mainly was excited to be outside his cell.

After getting dressed into a lighter weight overcoat, Atlas made his way to the library, which was conveniently located just down the hall from the throne room. He offered everyone he passed in the hall a friendly smile. Yes, today was going to be a good day.

The castle seemed much more defined and … bigger? Than before, but that didn’t mean much, considering he hadn’t explored around here. He wasn’t a huge book reader, and it wasn’t like you could buy books everywhere you went. He had a couple of books, he didn’t know if they even existed even more, so he was excited to see a library at the castle. Even if it was just for research, and he was a prisoner.

Atlas opened the door to the library, scanning the room for both the prisoner and the books of history of the castle, “Eliza, was it?” He called, “Where did they put you?”

Eliza looked around him in fascination, as much as he dared. There were books on nearly every shelf, each one looking different from one another, and certainly, each one held its own world of information. Then, he heard a door open and close.
Eliza turned to the king and found he had changed his clothes. How many times did he change his clothes? Eliza had no idea, nor did he know where any of the books belonged in this library.

Atlas walked over to him, “We need some information on the heir that died right before I became king. I’ll remember his name in a second.”
Strange that he couldn’t remember his own brother’s name right off…

Eliza looked to the king, then back to the shelves. He too, could not remember the most previous heir. He had never met him, and he hadn’t heard a word about him. He couldn’t even recall the year he died, much less what year it was right now.

“Vincent! Vincent Ridley. He hasn’t been dead long, so I just need information on his lineage.” He glanced down at Eliza, “Did the guards leave your hands tied?”