Thread: Brave New World (Razgriz x darkangel76)

Charles was honestly at a loss of what to do the way the Queen stared at him, boring right into his soul and reading through his attempt at his deception. Damn her, she would spoil everything if he didn't act soon enough. But what could he do? Anselm was in fact a dear friend, and even though he gathered as many as possible to be ready to rebel should that day come he did not bear much in the way of ill will towards the King. Were there decisions that should have been handled better? Of course, but that was the nature of politics. There was bound to be a screw-up somewhere...It was just the way things were. But his gaze hardened as the Queen laid her hand on his shoulder, his mind fighting every instinct to wrench it from beneath her slender fingers lest he accidentally give any evidence of guilt to her statements. Silas Dorian...No, I do not believe I recall that name, Your Highness he then replied as sincerely as possible of course, he was seething on the inside. Just what the hell was her problem anyway? Hadn't he helped her? Hadn't he helped her perfect the art of scavenging and get the best that the wasted ruins of cities old had to offer? So he took ONE little weapon, a weapon that would give them an edge over the forces of the King. You think you're so smart...I know Mr. Watson will never talk to you. He and I have worked together far too long to let you spoil anything, you impudent little brat he fumed in his mind, holding his tongue and managing to keep his composure. Even as she turned his back on him, Charles never let his guise falter for he was still under the eye of the King, who watched the events with clear confusion. I appreciate the consideration, Your Majesty...I do have a busy schedule to keep after all, so it will do my connections good to have them know where I am he then replied to her snide remark, allowing the ever-slightest hint of venom to enter his tone. Anselm, all the while, watched with uncertainty as to who was deceiving him and who was being truthful Charles was a very close friend and his beautiful Helena held the key to his heart. To think that one of them - or both, even - might be trying to win his favor by so subtly going for each other's throats...It was somewhat disturbing to even consider the possibility. Seeing his wife bite her lip and gaze upon him with such obvious sadness melted his heart however, and he gave her a small nod of approval. Charles...I have to ask you, is there any reason the people would want to rebel? Have I not been a fair King? The friend seemed taken aback no way he was siding with her! My Lord, why would you even ask such a thing? Have you not seen the praise you receive, how content your subjects are? As I said, you restored a semblance of order to this savage world. Gave people a place they could call home do you honestly believe anyone would be foolish enough to tear it down? His friend's words seemed to calm Anselm's worries a little, but then he asked in addition Still, I can't help but feel there is something you're not telling me. My dear Queen is clearly upset with you for SOME reason all I seek is to know what it is. To help you two come to some sort of reconciliation.... Charles grinned a little uncertainly, his hand running through his locks in slight ansiness My Lord, I assure you... But before Charles could finish his statement, a guard came back and knelt before the crown. Apologies for the intrusion, Your Majesty...But Mr. Watson is here per your request. Shall I send him in? Anselm paused, staring at the guard with slight confusion before turning to look at his wife after all, it was she who prompted him to call in Mr. Watson.