Thread: The Prince's Plight

In the mid morning light on the elite side of the capital city of Ceidina a rare sight could be witnessed as nobles from the rich estates lining the road towards the castle could be seen standing with their house servants and other lesser workers in awe at the procession passing them. It was unheard of for the high blooded society to be seen in a crowd with their low born servants, but the heavily guarded prison wagon that was making it's way towards the castle made them forget their place as the scene drew everyone's attention. For one, a continuous triad of the most vicious, cruel, vile, and destructively creative stream of insults flowed from a single male voice that was both loud and powerful enough that the people along the streets could easily hear it made most pail at even hearing a short bit. Secondly was the ashen appearance of all the guards who's faces were contorted with rage, disgust, or downright fear at some of the blasphemies being uttered by the very angry person within. But most disturbing and frightening to both the bystanders and possibly the reason why all the guards were ashen was the body jolting crash from within that made the whole wagon wobble and force the driver to stop and try to calm the already extremely skittish horses. The prison wagon was a solid wooden construction that couldn't be opened from within, but it didn't spare the bystanders or the guards their nerves when the man within seemed to sporadically slam into different parts of his prison with all of his might. It made the servants gossip about a brutal murder that might have been caught, but the nobles gossiped more about the possibility of this being the prince. It was common knowledge that the kingdom had been at war with Corovia for longer than anyone could remember, and recently at a victory over the enemy kingdom a prince had supposedly been captured... but this beast couldn't be he could it? As the procession finally continued and left the bystanders to their jabbering the wary guards at last got through the main castle gates and were met by a group of eight spearman. They had been forewarned that this prisoner could not be taken along civilly, and paid the price of one guards life and three more injured when they had attempted to drag the prisoner where they wanted him to go. That fiasco prompted them to let him walk freely without being led by chains considering last time he used them to kill the guard and compose a half circle of spears to greet him when they opened the back of the wagon and stepped back to let him out. The common idea of a prince was a man of mild build, handsome to a fault, tall and elegant, and most of all a gentleman above all else. But this prince was such by blood alone, and failed almost ever expectation as easily as a rock fails to be a flower. This man wasn't of mild build, he was as heavily muscled as any would expect a heavy infantry man to be and stood a tall six feet four inches with a glare that could curdle milk. He could be called handsome by more than a few, but at the moment with his entire body bunched up and the hateful glare he bored into each of the fresh guards made him look nothing less than a savage. And while his hands weren't manacled as normal he seemed ready to snatch one of the spears away from the guards and wreak havoc with these fresh guards. His old keepers had been very specific on the selection of men who would take over as his guards, and colorfully detailed on what happened every single time they misjudged him as far as what the others had suffered... and what one never recovered from. So these men were well prepared as all eight men shifted in a way to allow him to walk where they wanted him and well enough away so he couldn't grab a spear haft and possibly kill one of them in the insuring struggle. They led him away warily, and his old guards breathed a sigh of relief as they too departed further into the courtyard. Today Prince Lox would find out what was to be of him in the days to come, and how his father who wasn't very proud of an unprincely offspring would do if anything to get him back.