Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure Name Daralis Origin Kingdom of Kent under Mercian rule Race Anglo-Saxon Old English Age 16-18 Status Slave to the royals of Kent Cuthred family Languages Old English Religion Christianity Sire, the ships... they are in sight. The leading commander spoke in a state of controlled panic after barging into the dinning area accompanied by several guards. King Cuthred of Kent brought a napkin cloth to his lips before speaking. You interrupt my supper, Commander. His words were riddled with displeasure. Apologies, Sire. The Pagans are approaching at faster speeds than anticipated. I strongly urge you and your family to flee the city immediately. He bowed his head to the throne, awaiting the King's response. I request permission to gather the soldiers and prepare for battle. Denied. The King waved his hand. Try again after my stomach has been satisfied. Matters can wait until after dinner, Commander. The Commander's mouth parted slightly. It was evident he wanted to speak but was at a loss for words. Urgent matters required urgent care, and the King was calm, and uninterested. The Commander closed his mouth and bit his tongue. Yes... Sire... He slowly turned to retreat with his leading soldiers. I stood there silently with a tray of appetizers. The lack of urgency in the King was disturbing, but not surprising. The King was selfish, and unworthy. He cared only for the safety of himself, not of his people. In that moment, I had grown tired of relentless silence. Something overcame me, and I spoke. How much time, Commander? I asked the gentleman just as he was about to part the room. How many days? The Queen's mouth drops at the sound of a slave's voice. The King, with equal shock, rises from his seat and slams his fists on the table. You speak without permissio- Five hours, at most. The Commander, once more, interrupted the King. The attention shifted from my disobedience to the response of the Commander. The King's eyes widened. Five hours!? His concern rose, and there was a tremble in his voice. Perhaps he assumed there would be days before their arrival. Now this was indeed an emergency. The room fell to an eerie silence. The Queen looked to her husband in a state of panic fear filled her eyes. The King's once clenched fists loosened, and he regained a straight, proud posture. Commander, He addressed, Gather the soldiers immediately. He turned to look at me, Servant, gather the rest of the slaves, the horses and the carriages. Pack as quickly and urgently as possible. Pack the valuables. Silvers, memorables... all which can survive the travel. He gazed over his royal table. That's an order! I looked down in a state of disappointment, and placed the silver tray on the table and trotted towards the door. Before I could exit the dinning area, I turned around to lock eyes with the King. Daralis. He looked confused. My name... is Daralis. I parted before the King could say anything further. - - - - - - - - - - - Four Hours Later - - - - - - - - - - - The Commander returned, bursting through the doors of the castle once more. They're arriving! Sire, King Cuthred! He shouted - his screams echoing throughout the castle. The King came running out of his bedroom. He grasped the railing to the big stairwell and stared down at the Commander and his men. The Commander continued, Their ships have pulled up to the shores. He huffed, They're here. You must leave... Their numbers... I fear are too great. Acting with the utmost urgency, the King cried out to his royal family members. Quickly, now! Into the carriages! Take everything you need and leave the rest! QUICKLY, NOW! The servants and family were all in a state of panic, running around like chickens without heads to gather the remainder of their valuables. I rushed into the room of the children - young princes and princesses to be. It's time! I called to them. Quickly, now. I will take you to the castle. The youngest child, a 5 year old boy named Godric, ran up to me. I grabbed him in my arms. Princess Godiva, hurry. Grab your luggage. Leave the dolls, there is no time. She pouted at me, but I reassured her. I will make you a new doll! I gave her a big warm smile, still holding her brother, Godric, to my left hip. I promise. She smiled, took the handle on her luggage in her small hands, and left the room with me. The two other children followed closely behind. I lead them through the back door and out of the castle, where a carriage awaited them. There was a screaming that echoed throughout the city. The Vikings were here. Their battle chant could be heard from miles away. My heart began to race. Would we escape in time? We had to leave now . Into the carriages! Hurry, hurry! I loaded them all in the carriages, and threw whatever luggages were packed into the back of the trolley. The Queen was closely behind me. She, too, jumped onto the carriage and caressed her children. Chauffeur! I called out to him. He looked towards me, and I nodded to him. The horses huffed and off the carriage went. The young boy held his hand out to me and cried for me. Breaking out into a slight trot, I ran after the carriage to reassure him. I will be with you, soon, Godric! The bond I had with the boy could never be broken. I watched momentarily as the carriage rode further and further from the castle. The King and several other important individuals such as the Bishop, came out from the door behind me, shortly after. There was a second carriage ready for them. As they jumped on that carriage with their own belongings, I looked around and noticed there was no other buggy other than this one. Where is the third carriage? I asked King Cuthred. He stared at me and shut the door to his chariot in my face. The third carriage! I demanded an answer. For the other servants and I! He did not even make eye contact with me. There is no third carriage... The King finally responded, before nodding to the chauffeur. The horses took off, as so did the buggy, whilst I was still clutching onto the window of the carriage door. I refused to accept that answer. You promised me a carriage! I shouted as I mounted the edge of the carrier, holding my body onto the side of it as it rolled away from the castle. The King did not even shed a single shred of remorse, or compassion. I order you to let go of my chariot, immediately!!! He tried to shoo me off the side, but I held on for dear life. In a desperate plea, I began to tear up and shout, I am your niece! The blood of King Coenwulf! I am family! The King recanted, You are a slave ! He forced open the door of the carriage as it was in motion, throwing me to the side of the road. I flung off the door and slammed onto the muddy ground below. My body rolled across the gravel like a rag doll, my once pampered dress now covered in mud and regret. Cuthred! I screamed at the top of my lungs, tears streaming down my dirt-tainted cheeks. You promised! I wailed, loud enough for him to hear me, even a mile away. My body shut down as I fell back to the mud and began to sob. You... promised... I quietly squealed to myself. My squeal turned to a faint whisper, I promise, Godric... In that moment, I had never felt so betrayed, so broken, and so alone .