Post by Lady Rebecca on Feb 24, 2008 13:19:51 GMT -6
Rebecca poised with bated breath. She was scared, there was no doubt about that, but the terrifying dread was not for herself but for the life of Chris, King of Tellia. She stood waiting outside Chris’s office, her eyes locked to the door for the slightest movement. She kept squeezing her hands together in anxiety; the information she had encaged within her memory could be the key to finding Tellias traitor and nothing in heaven or hell was going to stop that perpetrator from getting what he deserved. But she was still nervous…
The door clicked open, that sound echoing loudly through the quiet corridor. Out stepped two heavily armoured guards. Security had increased tremendously since the attack and all guards were extremely cautious, on high alert. Rebecca slowly stood, taking a deep breath to keep a steady appearance. She walked up to one of the guards and, keeping her voice as steady as possible, said “I have an appointment to see the king, I have vital information for him.”
The guard, she hadn’t spoken to, gave her a stern look, while the other went back through the oak doors to inform the king of his visitor. After a while of waiting they let her in.
The room was a large, well furnished office that held a smart appearance. Everything about it was perfect, but on closer inspection the remnant of ink, left over from the attack, still glistened on the chair by the desk. Chris was stood by the window looking over Collins place. There were two bodyguards stood either side of the room, both standing tense, ready to kill to protect their king.
When Chris noticed Rebecca, he turned round and smiled. He trusted her; she’d been in parliament a while now and always had a view on everything. Rebecca smiled back the best she could and got straight to the point.
“Sir, I have some information for you…about the traitor” she said.
At this Chris became stern again, this had been worrying him for a while. They still hadn’t caught the one who was planning to kill him and this concerned him. All of these extra guards, high security, it was ridiculous… and very unsettling. It was as if a noose was constantly around his neck, one slip-up and it would be let loose and kill him. “Please, say what you know” he answered.
The pressure was getting to Rebecca, a tear collected itself in her eyes, but she tried to hold it in as she told her story…
“I was on a business trip to Vanderveer, I made a stop at Café Orange before my return journey. This is a very famous café in Vanderveer, mostly because the Princes, especially the Prince regent - Prince Michael, frequently visit it. I sat at the back of the café, as I wanted some peace to enable me to do some simple paperwork without much noise to distract me. There I saw…I saw Eckstein Z. A. Filip, the member of our parliament, holding a document up to the Prince Regent of Vanderveer.
I knew from the meetings we were not dealing with Vanderveer at this particular moment, or I would have thought nothing of it. Also Eckstein has been acting oddly over the last couple of months. This document… it looked official, and I was curious. I managed to get a quick glance at the writing; it was a request, for weapons. I was shocked, I trusted Eckstein and surely he wasn’t plotting something. I thought that there must have been a reasonable explanation.
I was about to leave it, and think nothing of it when Eckstein spotted me… I panicked and left. I am so sorry I didn’t say anything before now… If I ever had thought he was plotting something against you, my King, I would have said something.”
King Chris kept himself steady and nodded. “Thank you Lady Rebecca, you have done well.” At this Chris turned back to face the window, he had a new lead for his searches… but would this ever end?
The door clicked open, that sound echoing loudly through the quiet corridor. Out stepped two heavily armoured guards. Security had increased tremendously since the attack and all guards were extremely cautious, on high alert. Rebecca slowly stood, taking a deep breath to keep a steady appearance. She walked up to one of the guards and, keeping her voice as steady as possible, said “I have an appointment to see the king, I have vital information for him.”
The guard, she hadn’t spoken to, gave her a stern look, while the other went back through the oak doors to inform the king of his visitor. After a while of waiting they let her in.
The room was a large, well furnished office that held a smart appearance. Everything about it was perfect, but on closer inspection the remnant of ink, left over from the attack, still glistened on the chair by the desk. Chris was stood by the window looking over Collins place. There were two bodyguards stood either side of the room, both standing tense, ready to kill to protect their king.
When Chris noticed Rebecca, he turned round and smiled. He trusted her; she’d been in parliament a while now and always had a view on everything. Rebecca smiled back the best she could and got straight to the point.
“Sir, I have some information for you…about the traitor” she said.
At this Chris became stern again, this had been worrying him for a while. They still hadn’t caught the one who was planning to kill him and this concerned him. All of these extra guards, high security, it was ridiculous… and very unsettling. It was as if a noose was constantly around his neck, one slip-up and it would be let loose and kill him. “Please, say what you know” he answered.
The pressure was getting to Rebecca, a tear collected itself in her eyes, but she tried to hold it in as she told her story…
“I was on a business trip to Vanderveer, I made a stop at Café Orange before my return journey. This is a very famous café in Vanderveer, mostly because the Princes, especially the Prince regent - Prince Michael, frequently visit it. I sat at the back of the café, as I wanted some peace to enable me to do some simple paperwork without much noise to distract me. There I saw…I saw Eckstein Z. A. Filip, the member of our parliament, holding a document up to the Prince Regent of Vanderveer.
I knew from the meetings we were not dealing with Vanderveer at this particular moment, or I would have thought nothing of it. Also Eckstein has been acting oddly over the last couple of months. This document… it looked official, and I was curious. I managed to get a quick glance at the writing; it was a request, for weapons. I was shocked, I trusted Eckstein and surely he wasn’t plotting something. I thought that there must have been a reasonable explanation.
I was about to leave it, and think nothing of it when Eckstein spotted me… I panicked and left. I am so sorry I didn’t say anything before now… If I ever had thought he was plotting something against you, my King, I would have said something.”
King Chris kept himself steady and nodded. “Thank you Lady Rebecca, you have done well.” At this Chris turned back to face the window, he had a new lead for his searches… but would this ever end?
