forum Royalty Roleplay (OPEN)

Started July 18, 2018 by @Fraust

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( I'm feeling stabby
and also
it would be a shame, if she accidently crashed into
the commander of the army
but we wouldn't want that,
would we?)

I confuzzeled. Is the commander of the army Maxwell or a different person?

(Ahh… I’m caught up to speed now)
Maxwell snarled in pain, but he knew the best decision was to get to the prince and protect him. He went after Damian and Prince Edwin.

The commander was having a lovely day today, and strolling though the city was wonderful during sunset. That is, until he ran into a person equipped with daggers. His military tripaining gave him good reflexes, and he handcuffed the woman quickly, “No one is armed to the teeth as you are. And the princess was just attacked. Your trial will be waiting.” The commander shouted to his men to bring her to the dungeons to await a trial.

"This is going to hurt." He warned Edwin, as he pulled the knife out slowly trying not to cause more damage. After it was out he quickly laid Edwin on his stomach so it was easier to put pressure on the wound. "Thankfully it wasn't to deep." It took a while for the bleed to slow down, but when it did Damian went right into action. He cleaned a needle from his sewing kit. Taking some alcohol he put some on a clothe and cleaned the wound before starting to sew it up. "Sorry, again." The needle went through his skin easily and be grabbed a towel. "Put this in your mouth to bit on."

Edwin bit down, but when the stinging of the alcohol went into the wound, he had to push his face against the cool surface of the table to keep from screaming out in pain. Edwin howled in pain into the towel as the needle shown through his skin. It was a repetitive pain that he couldn’t get used to. Edwin clamped his eyes shut and arched his back slightly as Damian pushed and pulled at the needle. Edwin’s other hand was gripping the table, chipping his nails he held it so hard. The prince moaned in pain.

"You need to try and hold still." He was making this very difficult. Blood was dripping on the ground from his own wound, and if he didn't hurry, he was going to pass out from blood loss. "There done." He tied a knot at the end to keep. Now somehow he had to work on his own. "You shouldn't move to much or the stitching will come loose and the wound will open again."

Edwin certainly obliged, and he even kept his face pressed against he table. He only moved his mouth, “I’m making you a d-mn filthy noble. That will be my first decree.”

"Eh, Why?" He asked while taking his shirt off. His wound was as deep, he did need to stop the bleeding though. He took the towel with alcohol on it put it to his shoulder and leaned hard against the wall. It was doing to things at once, stopping the bleeding and cleaning it.

“‘Cause you just stitched my wound. And I can do make any a noble once I marry Savannah. And I like venison,” Edwin said roughly against the table. He didn’t even care that he wasn’t speaking like a prince.

Damian laughed so hard he almost fell over. "I like this character of yours better." Once he was done he took a wrap and patched up the wound on his shoulder. "I have many hidden talents, I just don't get to show them often because for some reason almost everyone in this run down town hates me." Still he had no idea why. "I don't think people would appreciate you making me a noble."

"Lovely… I'm alone." Savannah sat up, swaying slightly. She moved her leg and winced a bit as pain shot through it. So that's not gonna work for a little while, hmm? Where is everyone, anyways? Did Edwin ever get back to the castle? Savannah looked around as though expecting to see someone.

Damian laughed so hard he almost fell over. "I like this character of yours better." Once he was done he took a wrap and patched up the wound on his shoulder. "I have many hidden talents, I just don't get to show them often because for some reason almost everyone in this run down town hates me." Still he had no idea why. "I don't think people would appreciate you making me a noble."

“I don’t care what people think, I’ll be their king so they’ll just have to deal with it,” Edwin said plainly, too tired to keep up the commoner act.

(Can I join?)

(Yep!)

"I've met Princess Savannah once." King huh? Damian wasn't sure if he wanted to be noble, maybe he could be a doctor for the Queen and King. "She's really beautiful." Although she probably doesn't remember him. "Wait, why aren't you with her now?"

“She got shot in the leg, I came out here with two intentions: Meeting the man who makes venison and, more efficiently, draw out the attacker while I’m out here alone. Right now she’s at medical attention in the palace,” Edwin explained plainly, moving his good arm to rest his head on his forearm.

"I see," Damian wasn't sure what to say. "Once you heal more I'll take you back to the castle." He got some water and set in in front of Edwin. "I'm going to go finish the elk, when I'm done you should be able to move around better."

“Okay,” Edwin responded dejectedly. He didn’t want to go back to the palace. People would fawn over him, Maxwell would probably scold him. He just wanted to stay out here with Damian, and hide from all his responsibilities… Edwin lifted his head up to look at Damian, the hopeful idea rooting into Edwin’s head, “Can I stay here?”

"You can do what you like." He shrugged and walked out his back door. He put his goggles back on his face and continued. Doing this job took a lot of arm movement which made his arm start hurting a bit more.

Edwin rested his eyes closed. He didn’t want to go back to the palace and if Damian truly meant it… He could disguise himself… He could learn to hunt too… He could carry his own weight once his shoulder healed. Edwin could live just like that, just Edwin. He could abandon his ‘Prince’ title. The idea seemed so foreign he was sure it was a product of the attacker, the rush in his head, but it didn’t matter as he fell into a happy slumber.

It was hours before Damian came back inside. "Alright done. Are you hungry?" He pulled some elk meat the had been drying in his meat shack for a while. "Is stew okay? It's been getting colder out, so I figured stew is good."