Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140817155437/@comment-5735114-20140818134410

Around 4:00 the next day, the majority of the castle's denizens were hustling about, doing their chores, blissfully unaware of the murdered soldier that lay before the doors the previous day. Saera, as usual, was cleaning the dishes, not really paying attention to the task as her thoughts were elsewhere.

As her shock wore off, the death of the soldier had hit her hard last night, but when she awoke in the morning from an unusually dreamless sleep, she had forgotten momentarily. However, a few moments of thought brought the memory stampeding back into her mind.

Saera was snapped out of her thoughts by the unusually high volume of idle chatter of servants in the nearby hall, as they all walked towards the throne room. Then she remembered, Fanril had called a meeting of the entire castle staff, to be held at 4:20. In her thoughts, Saera lost track of time, and hurried out of the kitchen and into the throne room along with everyone else.

The size of the room made it easily capable of holding everyone and still having plenty of space to spare, so Fanril had a bit of space to himself when he arranged everyone in such a way that nobody was within 2 feet of the throne.

"I will make this brief," said the King, his voice echoing about the room, making him seem much louder, "I will be leaving the castle and going on a little expidition for at least three days. In my absence, the water barriers will be kept, and none of you are absolved from your duties. When I get back, everything should be just the way it was. Got that?"

There were various mumbles of confirmation throughout the room, and Fanril was expecting nothing more.

"Dismissed! Except... Saera. You stay."

Saera sighed, looking about anxiously at the servants who shuffled past her and out of the room. What had she done now? Had Fanril caught her breaking curfew?

She didn't have too much time to mull these questions over, as the room was soon empty, exempting herself and the King.

"Yes, I did see you last night," said Fanril, and Saera braced herself for whatever was coming, "But I don't care. Since you seemed to care about him so much, I could bring you along to witness the rebels' deaths as well. Maybe the rest of the servants will listen to you when you recall the slaughter of any who dare defy me..."

Saera already felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she tried to fight them back. Now, more than ever, she was determined to keep a straight face, and hope against hope for the rebellion that had popped up.

"We leave tomorrow morning. Dismissed."

Seara looked at the ground and nodded slightly, and shuffled out of the room in a similar fashion to the servants who had all left in a group, earlier.

''Why? Why must he be so evil? And why is it me that's always stuck with him!?''

In her frustration, Saera nearly kicked the wall as she walked back to the kitchen, but decided against it.

''At least... at least now I'll get to go... outside. And breathe... fresh air. Maybe... Saera chuckled at the thought, Maybe see the rebels kills Fanril and dance on his corpse. I know I'd join them...''

With that pleasant thought in mind, Saera arrived in the kitchen and went back to cleaning the dishes, trying to keep the image of the dead Fanril in her head.