Krypts tribe

"Today was a fun day. Was it not, Alastor?" Thaddeus chuckled as both of them entered the tribe.

"Indeed it was." Alastor replied as he took off his blood stained gloves.

"I didn't realize that the Princes were that strong." Thadeus said as he looked up at the evening sky.

"And yet you defeated them." Alastor said as he chuckled.

"Hm. I did, didn't I?" Thaddeus had an evil grin plastered upon his face.

"Though, I didn't see the third Prince anywhere." Alastor said with a confused face.

"Hm...now that you mention it, I didn't get to see him as well. The lucky boy probably wasn't even in the castle." Thaddeus wondered.

"Yes. But this must have been a surprise for him." Alastor said while smiling.

Thaddeus laughed as well.

"Too bad I couldn't see his reaction." Thaddeus frowned with sadness lingering in his voice.

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"Many soldiers, sacrificed their lives for the sake of this Kingdom. They were brutally killed and murdered, and here you are guilty, in front of us! Has this kingdom only taught you incompetence and uselessness?!"
Arthur was sitting on his throne, as he yelled at two watchmen standing in front of him. Benicio was standing by his side. He was injured as well.

"Your majesty-" one of them spoke but was cut off by Arthur, who was standing in front of them now.

"You two were supposed to inform me if Thaddeus was coming towards us! Beacuse of you two my brothers are injured! My aide is injured! Many soldiers are dead!" Arthur's face only displayed anger and regret.


There was silence after that. Until one of the watchmen spoke.

"Sir?"
Arthur shifted his head towards him with the same anger.

"One of the spies from Thaddeus' tribe was caught and captured. He is at the dungeons right now." The watchman spoke.

Arthur had a confused face as the watchman carried on.

"With your permission, I would like to interrogate him and get some information out of him." He concluded.

"You haven't even started making up for your first mistake. And your asking for another duty, you idiot!" Arthur slapped him across the face. The watchmen both fell silent.

"Get out of my sight before I chop your incompetent heads off! Get out!" Arthur yelled at both of them, as they scurried away.

Arthur sat back at his throne and propped his hand against his forehead.

"How are my brothers, Benicio?" Arthur asked once he cooled down his temper.

"They are being tended to, your majesty." Benicio replied in a graceful voice.

"And the injured soldiers?" Arthur asked as he straightened his back and looked at the doors.

"Same situation as your brothers, your majesty. We have called the best of the best healers to treat them. I'm sure they will be fine after a few days." Benicio replied.

"I will visit them once they have made some progress." Arthur said in a gently, yet tired voice.

"And how are you feeling?" Benicio was shocked by this question. He didn't remember the last time Arthur asked about his health.

Benicio chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. The oblivious Prince was confused.
"What?" He asked.

"Oh nothing. I am perfectly fine, my Prince. You need not worry about me." Benicio chuckled again.

"Good." Arthur said and smiled.