Ranboo & Me
- Locked due to inactivity on Jul 7, '22 3:54am
Thread Topic: Ranboo & Me
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Okay how about we talk about this later. I'll call you and we'll talk about this.
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(Okay, I have an idea. Imma play off of our earlier thieves/royalty idea.)
The marketplace was crowded, to say the least. The merchants and storeowners called out to passing people, advertising their products, goods, and other services. Men, Women, and children alike wandered through the busy streets. It was a miracle no one got trampled by a horse or another person, but even if they did you wouldn't be able to see through the swarm of people. Some were already hurrying home or back to their temporary stay. Clouds darkened the sky with a potentially dangerous storm. The wind had picked up over the last hour, so the nearby docks would close soon. Some of the merchants had already deconstructed their stalls and properly took care of their tents, but most didn't take the necessary precautions.
From Clay's place on top of a stack of wooden crates, he could see everything. The crates were stacked in an alleyway, just behind a jewelry owner's stall. If he really wanted to, he could have reached the rooftop of the building next to him, with some effort. But he gazed onward, lost in thought.
The palace was in a sort of chaos. The king...well the king just passed away. The healers tried everything they could. Potions, mixtures, traditional medicine, even soup. But the unknown sickness and taken the king's life. The queen had passed away years ago, and the prince wasn't of age, so there wasn't anyone left to rule but the king's advisor. And that said advisor was a cruel, vicious, and despicable man. (Shlatt maybe!?!??!?!)
But for now, someone had to deliver the news to the prince. The mapmaker and charter, the prince's closest friend, had volunteered. William, Wilbur or Wil for short, rushed through the palace. When he reached his friend's door, he hesitated. Tears already welled in his eyes, because the king had treated Wilbur like a son. He couldn't imagine how painful this must be for the ruler's actual decendant. -
I like it. Let's do Schlatt for the assistant and we have already decided George for the prince.
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George had tried everything. From playing chess with his friend, Dingoe, who was an amazing strategist, to reading, to now pacing. His father was sick and he was worried. What if he does? I'm too young to rule... Who will rule in my place?
Tracer swung through the streets like a monkey, dripping down in the alley where his gang hid. "Well, boys, we got ourselves a new job. Spotted a kid around 17 who's ripe for the picking. Let's see if we can get him in here!"
Dingoe paused next to his father. "What's happening with the king?" -
(I'll take Dingoe's dad so that's not one-sided right quick)
Wilbur knocked on the door and sighed. "G-George?" He called. "Can I come in?"
Clay, known to most as Dream, gazed at the jeweler's shop below. An emerald necklace had caught his eyes. "The kids down the street could use that..." He muttered to himself.
The war advisor looked down at his son and placed a hand on his shoulder. "The king-" He hesitated as his voice broke. "The king had passed." He fought the tears that welled in his eyes. He had been friends with king Henry for years. -
George bit his lip. "Sure, Wil. Come in." He hoped it was god news. But Wil sounded like he'd been crying.
Dingoe gasped. "Who's telling George, er.. Prince George?" -
"The mapmaker's son, William I think. Go join your friends, son. See if you can help, maybe?" Dingoe's Father suggested kindly. He knew of the friendship and brotherhood they had developed, and didn't mind them being casually associated with one another.
Wilbur walked in and closed the door gently behind him. "I-" He started. Tears welled in his eyes as he looked at the boy he considered a brother. -
George met Wil's eyes. "Oh, no. Wil, he's not dead is he?"
Dingoe whirled on his heel and ran to George's room. He quickly pushed the door open, and slipped in. He glanced between the two boys, the prince and the mapmaker, and realized that George already knew. -
"Dad's gone..." Wilbur whispered. He met George's eyes and couldn't hold back the tears anymore. King Henry had taken him in when no one else did.
Dream watched carefully as the shop owner walked away from his stall to talk to a young woman, someone that looked like she definitely had money or something to trade. Clay dropped down and crouched behind the crates. -
George could already tell from Wil's look, but hearing the words crushed him. He started sobbing dropping down on his bed. "No, he can't be!!! Who's ruling in his place?"
Dingoe sighed. This was bad. He walked over and sat next to his friend, wrapping his arms around the sobbing prince. He beckoned Wil over and sighed again. "I've heard that Schlatt will be ruling in place of George. At least until he's of age. And I'm sorry. If I could've helped, I would've. You know that, George." -
"W-What!? SCHLATT!? This- I-" Wilbur stuttered. He rushed forward and wrapped his arms around both of his friends. "I'm so sorry Goerge, I'm so f***ing sorry."
As Clay was inching forward, someone down the street exclaimed "THE KING- THE KING IS DEAD!" The woman shrieked as loud as she could, and the marketplace's normal roar dumbed down to a nervous murmer. "HE'S DEAD! THE PRINCE ISN'T OF AGE!" Clay stopped in his tracks and stared. THE KING!? I- The king spared me...he's gone now. Clay remembered when he had been caught on palace grounds, only about 4 at the time, the king had been on a walk with his wife. He let the young boy go instead of punishing him. "Oh no..." -
George gasped. "Not Schlatt!!! He'll ruin the kingdom!!" He started crying harder, burying his face in Dingoe's shoulder.
Dingoe nodded. "That's what my father says. He talked to the king before he died. He wanted to put Schlatt in charge until you were of age."
Tracer popped up from his hideout, hearing the shouts. "What's going on?" He asked a nearby person. -
Wilbur sat upright and gave his friend an odd look. "There's no way...I talked to the king on many occasions, and he hated the idea of Schlatt ruling." He grabbed a glass of water from the nearby table and held it out to George.
Dream decided he'd have to worry about this later. While everyone was distracted, he rushed forward and grabbed the necklace. -
Dingoe frowned. "That's odd. Unless Schlatt forced the king to make him ruler. By blackmail or something."
George accepted the water, drinking a little, then hiding his face in Dingoe's shoulder. "I hate this..." He mumbled.
"The king has died." The person told Tracer. The boy gasped and ran to the palace. Or as close as he could get. He stopped at the gates, seeing stuff you'd only see when people are mourning. He stared blankly at the palace. Who will be the next ruler?
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