A Call to Arms

"Oh, I can just tell what's coming..." He muttered to himself. "Yes Mavis?"
 
"A negotiator is coming to speak with you, My Prince," Mavis said as she dipped her head.
 
"Oh, then I will speak with him. Where is he?" The Prince asked.
 
"The guard said he was just entering the gate. I suggest you go to the throne room, Your Highness," Mavis said as she remained on her knees before her beloved Prince. She would die to protect this heir to the throne.
 
"Alright, then." He closed the book and left for the throne room, knowing his guardian would follow. He did not sit onthe royal chair, for it was still his father's. He waited until the other came. "You wished to speak with me?" He asked.
 
The negotiator was spindly and of dark complexion. Mavis was wary of the odd creature as he bowed and spoke with a nasally voice. She held the hilt of her sword cautiously as she stood beside her prince. "Hello sire," he sneered. "I'm here to speak with you about a few alterations to the compromise."
 
"...Tell me them." He said simply and suspisiously.
 
"The King wishes his daughter, Millicent, to be next in line for both thrones. His son is too soft to be a King," the ugly thing said. Mavis was about to go down there to his level and rip him to shreds.
 
"Oh, you mean Prince Siyler?" Rothuel confirmed. He couldn't believe that the other king would think that, but he tried to hide his disbelief. "Tell me more, what does this have to do with the war you threaten us with?" He urged the man.
 
"If you refuse, we will march upon your kingdom with the intent of overthrowing your rule. What say you?" he sneered. Mavis clenched her jaw and made her blade click in its scabbard.
 
Rothuel had his mouth open. He had to be kidding. Those little....! He closed his mouth and sighed, then put on a straight, yet slightly angry face, and pointed at the door. "Get out. We refuse, I speak for my father himself, and the rest of my kingdom. We'd rather go into battle than give up our land." He commanded. "You have lost our trust with that very sentence. Your people are no long welcome. Guards!" The prince called. "Escort the enemy out immediately." He ordered.
 
Mavis frowned and stepped forward. "You insult my Prince by even looking him in the eye," she growled drawing her sword. "The punishment is death." Drawing her blade, Mavis immediately decapitated the man. She snapped and the guards dragged his body away. "Send back his head!" she barked as they left.
 
Rothuel stood in awe as he cut off the man's head. Fierce. A bit scary, but he recomposed himself anyways. "Erm... Right. I will to my father about this." He stated, leaving for the king's room.

Quietly, after making sure his dad was awake, he spoke quietly. "....Father... We have war on our hands..." He informed.

The king frowned. "...I knew this day would come..." The ill man paused. "Rothuel, you must guide this war. I... Have little time left." The king thought for a moment, and put a hand on the prince's shoulder. "No... You cannot allow thiswar to happen."

"...W-what do you mean?" The heir to the throne questioned.

"Rothuel, all we want is peace. Tonight... Go to them. See what you can do to stop them." The king explained. "No one knows the place or people there better than you. And make sure know one knows you go there."

"I... I understand." Rothuel agreed.

"Mavis. Go with him. Protect him, and do as he says. I will wait for the safe return of both of you..."
 
Mavis bowed and nodded. "Of course, sire," she said as she kept her eyes averted. "I will see to it that your son returns in good health. I pray you are well in our travels. I will be outside the door," she said as she bowed and left the room quietly.
 
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