Thread: Brave New World (Razgriz x darkangel76)

The words that his beloved spoke to him, however, made his heart fall with shame here he was, trying to ensure that all citizens prospered and could lead healthy lives. And yet to catch wind of this tale...Just how many more had fallen through the cracks? But, how could he apologize? How could he ever make it up to her, knowing that he'd taken away her only livelihood, however illegal it might have been? He began to open his mouth to speak, to say something that might help ease the obvious strain of her sadness...But upon realizing that nothing COULD be said, he promptly closed it. Had he acted too rashly? No, nonsense, he told himself he had no idea who she was before they met all those years ago. Plus, a threat like the one reported was meant to be taken seriously even with the threat to the crown removed, the possibility for civilian casualties was unacceptable. Still...Perhaps if he'd managed to catch her, let her explain herself...Perhaps he could have saved her father. Charles could only tense as the Queen began to circle him, like a lioness around an injured antelope his eyes locked to hers, slightly betraying the iron-face he'd put on for his friend. Truthfully, he had no real problem...Until she mentioned Garrett Watson. Say what you will...I did nothing to you. Mister Watson will have nothing of value to say, I assure you he then replied god, he should have killed her when he had the chance. Did she not see the real reason for his 'betrayal'? He was trying to show her the danger of a tyranny, the real threat to the freedom of a King's people with unchecked power. And why an organization like The Resistance was a necessary, if sometimes unfortunate, condition. Do you really think you were the only one hurt by the King? By someone you thought you could trust? Trust me when I say you're nowhere close to alone, you impudent brat. he fumed within his mind his fingers curled slightly as she then put on the 'damsel' act for her husband, the King . She was a whore, desperate for power, threatening what he truly worked for in the name of personal vengeance. What a stupid bitch, he thought. So short-sighted and stupid. But, he held his tongue and let the events unfold surely Watson's loyalty would help him through this. It wasn't until his Queen began asked for Garrett that he was brought from his own thoughts back to the reality of the situation. Anselm looked on as Garrett was brought into the room he was glad the stout mechanic could come here. After all, the various customers his shop received - from both the city's residents as well as any out-of-towners that stayed in the lodges - surely kept him fairly busy. I too am glad you're well. Thank you for coming I promise this won't be long he then reassured the man no need for undue stress, after all. Both Charles and Anselm watched as the Queen then asked Garrett her own series of questions, not wasting any time cutting into the meat of why they were all here. Anselm seemed to grow increasingly concerned, especially when Garrett stammered after being directly asked about this weapon he never got a report of a weapon being seized. What weapon was she referring to? Charles kept his smirking to a minimum Garrett was playing his role well. He wouldnt say a damn word.Or so he thought. Charles and Anselm then developed looks of shock as Garrett confirmed the existence of such a weaponAnd to the Kings horror, it by proxy verified the existence of a revolutionary movement. The King stared at his friend, a mix of hurt, anger and betrayal on his face Charles met that look with his own eyes. MyMy King. Anslem, my dear friendHe lies. I never brought him such a weapon! he tried to say however, Garrett added Charles, enough the Queen said no one was in trouble speaking of revolution here. Best come clean about it. Charles was then fool enough to say in the heat of his anger, You damned traitor!, thereby cementing the fact that the Resistance was real. Poor Anselm looked about ready to fall over he actually sat back down on his throne, trying to process all this. How long had this been going on? Why was there even a movement? What did it hope to accomplish? Charles.Why? I thought you were a friend, someone I could trust! the King then stated, his voice conveying the conflict he felt. Charles was also conflictedHe knew he was stuck. But what could he say? Hed just revealed that he was plotting against the Crown. A just crown, at that people were happy with Anselm in charge. The man was a born leader and loved by his peopleThough if history taught anything, it was that power corrupted even the best of men. Better just come clean thenDamn you, you pale-skinned harlot! Charles shouted in his mind, shooting the Queen a look of pure venom for doing this to him. He then formulated a response, replying My KingIm sorry for betraying your trust. Believe me when I say I wish this moment hadnt come the Revolution is just a contingency. Too many times have good men like you become corrupted, mad with power. That is why theres a Parliament to enact and debate on the law, Charles I am not so foolish as to believe I am a god! Anselm snapped back, perturbed and upset at this upsetting news he laid his head in his hands as he tried to process everything. This makes no sense, Charles all this time, youve been lying to me. I thought I was being a good king You are, Anselm as I said Obviously, Im NOT! Why would there be a revolutionary movement if I was!?! A silence followed the heated exchange, Anselm staring daggers into his friends eyes. Anselm, please. Charles tried to reason, but Anselm just replied Stay your tongue.Guards! Escort him to the holding cells! The two guards that had originally fetched him came forth Charles saw this and tried to bolt, only for a third guard to trip him. Charles then struggled fruitlessly as he was placed in energy-binding handcuffs as he was hauled to his feet, Charles shouted This is exactly what Im talking about! See! The normal you wouldnt do this! he shouted, following with Youll regret this! Let me go! as his voice faded down the hallway with his travel to the in-castle prison twenty-five floors down. With this aggravator removed, Anselm sunk into his seat with one of the worst expressions possible An expression of crestfallenness from his friends betrayal what did this mean? How many were there? Were people really so unsatisfied with his rule that they would honestly try and usurp him? Hed done EVERYTHING he couldTook as much into consideration as possibleScoured every last bit of knowledge about the old worlds governments to learn from their mistakes and make a system that would benefit as many people as possible.