forum // CLOSED // Royalty RP w/ AAAAAGGGHHH-MJ //

Started December 16, 2020 by @King_Cyrus

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(slight timeskip, like a few minutes)

"Oof!" Kay cried as she landed heavily on her arm. She quickly righted herself, moving from on her side to a sitting position. The guards closed the door, the loud THUMP echoing throughout the empty dungeon. The shackles were still clasped tightly around her wrists, making her slowly lose feeling in her fingers. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, the feeling of paranoia never leaving her.

The dungeon felt suffocating. Terrible, horrible memories from her childhood resurfaced, all of them merging together and going away all at once. Kay couldn't grasp a single one, once a memory finally became clear, it would disappear back into the raging river of her past. She could faintly hear her mother's sobbing, could barely feel the sharp blades on her back, could almost see the face of the man who took everything from her… but just like the rest of the memories, they dispersed before she could clearly experience them.

Kay wanted to break down, but she had a plan to finish. She had a snobby prince to kidnap.

Kay removed a short knife from the back of her belt that the guards so foolishly decided to leave with her. She plunged the blade into the lock on her wrists, twisting it left and right to pick the mechanisms inside. She sighed in relief as the shackles fell away, catching them before they could noisily clatter to the cobblestone floor.

The shadows coming off the walls informed the mercenary that there were three guards defending her cell. Now those were odds that Kay liked. She carefully padded forward, taking the short knife and soundlessly picking the lock on the iron door. One soft click later, and Kay was devilishly smiling. She kicked the door open, knocking one guard out cold as it swung open. The other two barely had time to recover from the shock before Kay had attacked.

Three bodies later and a bow and quiver retrieved, Kay was heading up the stone stairs into the castle.

During this time, Abraxas was dressed in clothes that were much more comely for a Prince, and a swarm of servants and guards attended to his every need. His "injuries" (which he may or may not have greatly exaggerated) were treated immediately. He recounted the tale to them all, perhaps fudging some of the details to his liking, but making it clear that this was no laughing matter and that he was slightly traumatized.

He was now back where he wanted to be, sitting in his bed, tucked beneath expensive blankets while his servants mended to him. The King had been alerted of the ordeal and had visited his son momentarily, but once it was determined that there was no need to make a huge fuss of the situation further (as the Prince was fine and the culprit locked away), everyone aside from the guards and servants appointed over Abraxas left the room.

Abraxas calmed himself by discussing the kidnapper's execution plan with a nearby guard. His nerves were far too on edge for sleep, no matter how much he reassured himself that she was locked away, but he found comfort in knowing she would no longer exist come tomorrow night.

But… still. The fact that she came so close still left him unsettled.

Castles had always unnerved Kay. The sheer mass and emptiness of the rooms made her feel small and the hundreds of portraits lining the stone walls gave her the feeling of constantly being watched. Paranoia always lurked somewhere in her brain, usually faint and easy to ignore, but as she trekked through the silent halls, the paranoia was the only thing she could feel. Every other step she was looking over her shoulder, an arrow nocked in her bow at all times.

As she neared the Prince's section of the castle, Kay heard voices. She halted, her breathing momentarily stopping. Kay hugged the wall, inching closer and closer. As she anticipated, guards and servants were bustling in and out of Abraxas's quarters.

The assassin hid in the shadows, silently stalking towards his room. She waited for the next maid to exit. She was tall, fairly lean with a pale complexion and dark hair. Perfect. Kay followed her until she was out of earshot and alone. With one quick move, Kay chopped her neck and the maid fell to the ground unconscious. The assassin stole her bonnet and dress, slipping the garments over her own clothes and tying the cloth around her head. Kay slipped her bow underneath the huge skirt, making sure it was secure in her belt, and walked back towards the Prince's room, a wicked smirk on her face.

Ope— I disappeared cuz I was going through a rough time, but do you wanna try to continue this? I'm sorry I died :')

Don't worry my guy, you're good!! :DD And YES we can continue this if you want!

I'd love to! I'll get around to responding ASAP. And thank you so much for being understanding. X'D It's been a rough couple months, lemme tell ya.

Dont worry my guy! I understand rough months so take all the time you need.

Abraxas was still comforting himself with the plans of his attacker's execution, fantasizing about which robe would be most appropriate to wear to the event. The bright red one, to symbolize the blood being shed by the enemy? Or purple, to symbolize his own superiority and royalty? Perhaps blue would be a good choice as well, just because it was such a popular color.

(I forgot how much I missed this RP oml. Sorry my reply is so short btw; I'm in a hurry and also Abraxas is being a boring twat rn because he thinks his life is chill but OHOHOH brother it's not gonna stay chill you little punk.)

(aaaaaaaa I'm glad we can continue it! :D)

Kay maneuvered through guards and servants, assuming the perfect role of a mousy handmaid that definitely wasn't hiding at least nine weapons underneath her giant skirt. She got to his door, slightly ducking her head and allowing the bonnet to shade her face. Before she could step foot into the Prince's quarters, two guards crossed their spears in front of the opening.

"Odelia, what is your business?" One of the guards husked.

"The Prince asked for some fresh towels," Kay stated in what she hoped was Odelia's voice. She held up the small tray with lush towels as proof. Under the bonnet, Kay scowled. The textiles and tray in her hands was more than her family made in a year when she was younger. The materials imported from the finest kingdoms across the globe, only meant to be used by royals and nobles.

"I didn't hear him-"

"Well, he asked!" Kay snapped, growing impatient. "You don't want a traumatized Prince throwing a hissy fit over his towels, do you?"

And with that, the guards let her into a room filled with even more of the soldiers.