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As the guards followed The King and Arabella, there was murmer amongst them as they strode down the hall. "Bet he'll kill her. Nah, slave. She will definitely be a slave. Torture chaimber is my bet..." The whispers continued from the amount of soldiers trailing the three in the lead. Zermon shot a glare back against them, and turned back around. The three finally reached the great hall, and stepped inside. Wherever they were, the Black Knights knelt and bowed their heads, with the exclusion of Warp. The King walked straight past all of them, strutting straight to the throne, and placed himself in it, grinning. "Well...it seems a nice place so far! You lived well, didnt you Princess?" He said snarkily. Zermon took his place at his right side, standing formally.
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Warp was among the few whom didnt bend his knees to this man. In his mind, the King was nothing but a monster. If only...if only...his mind trailed on.
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Eckesakes nodded. "A mimic, yeah. His kind is rare. In fact, I'd go as far to say he's the last one alive. They were known for rebelious acts and hatred. However, The King has Warp under blood pact. As long as both persons of the soul pact live, then the lesser is bound to the greater. Mimics have lifespans up to four to five hundred years. Warp is only twenty-something. The sad thing is, as long as the King has offspring, Warp is bound to serve them too." Eckesakes said lightly, with only a hint of care in his voice. The King, Arabella, and Zermon walked into the great hall, and the Black Knights kneeled.
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The King spoke again, clearly across the Hall. "Alright, Black Knights, I shall be residing here for a while. Go out with the Crimson Knight, and assume command over the next Kingdom. However, with this man here, I'd believe I need extra protection. I want a few of you to stay here with me. More than half of you should be affable protection.

The Knights talked amongst themselves before turning back to the King. "Yes, Mi'lord. We will be leaving in your company Mass, Warp and Eckesakes. They will defend you to the last breath if required." The one called Goldtongue said with a voice that sounded as smooth as velvet. "The rest of us will make quick work of the next kingdom. We do however, wish to have a little bit of support. With your permission, we'd like half the battalion you currently have."
"Granted, you black-snake. Now out with you." The king said bluntly. The rest of the Black Knights that werent staying, shuffled from the room, and spoke amongst eachother again. The room was filled with only the king, Arabella, Vyra, Eckesakes, Warp and Mass...whom wasnt really paying attention. The king turned his iron gaze on Vyra. "Boy, you've shown your metal...the corpse which lies there prove which. I give you a chance to serve under me, as a replacement for the one you killed. You will have by the next morning to decide your fate. Think hard on it."
Next was Arabella. "Girl, you have shown courtesy, and manners...not to mention your beautiful face. I present to you a few options, and you're more than welcome to propose your own. First and foremost, you could become my bride, and live with me upon this rising empire. Secondly, you could become a lowly maid for my new castle. And you could forget you were ever part of any kind of nobility, and so forth. Or, you could be executed. It is your choice, m'dear. You too have untill the sunrise to choose. You're more than welcome to reside in my new castle for this night."
He ponited to Warp. "You are in charge of guarding the boy's chaimber. However, you are to serve him hand on foot. Whatever he requires, you must give it to him...be this within reason. The same goes for you and the girl." He said pointing to Eckesakes.