Thread: Trapped (LoveIsEnergy - Liam Dale)

Four pikes were pointing directly at the intruder, the guards having spread out by the door in case he tried to make a run for it. Thomas was the first to let his down as the strange man turned himself in. Well, this could have been more difficult, so he was glad the dashing young thief had realized there was no point in prolonging the pursuit. Right then, you're coming with us, he stated assertively, heading over to where Flynn was standing and grabbing him roughly by the arm. You'll rue the day you ever entered King Hubert's kingdom. --- A door was thrown open deep below the palace. Simon, the guard who had opened the door after the four guards had led Flynn down into the bowels of the castle, watched as Thomas threw the criminal into the dungeon cell. The only light that came into the windowless room came from some of the torches in the hallway. This is where you'll spend your last night, Thomas said, I'm sure the King will have you hanged in the morning. With that, he slammed the heavy door shut with a loud BOOM , thrusting the entire cell into darkness. --- Prince Philip awoke the next morning to the sounds of birds chirping peacefully outside his window and beams of yellow light streaming into his room. He yawned, stretching his arms over his head as he sat up in bed. Last night he had been unable to sleep, tossing and turning in bed unable to find comfort. He could have sworn he heard some noise elsewhere in the East Wing, but that wasn't the source of his restlessness he had an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach, he couldn't quite articulate why. It was with this sense of foreboding that Philip, an hour or two later, was walking towards the throne room when he heard quite a commotion his father, King Hubert, was yelling about something though what else was new?, and when he got closer, he found that there were quite a few people in the grand space. Standing behind a large marble column, he looked out and saw a young man who looked to be about his age on his knees in front of the King, who was perched on his throne looking down with contempt at the other male. There were several guards standing around the young man, and members of the court had come out to see what all the raucous was about. For entering the prince's quarters, and for stealing from the royal treasury, bellowed the short, white-haired king, I sentence you to death by hanging! There was quite a commotion after this sentence was given, and Prince Philip came out from behind the column, in doing so getting a closer look at the intruder. He was... quite handsome, Philip thought. Very handsome, in fact. He felt he didn't want this man to die, though he wasn't quite sure why. It just seemed like such a waste. Father, wait. King Hubert turned on his dais towards his son, who was standing down on the floor. Philip, my boy, the older man replied. What is it? The prince took a few more steps towards the sentenced thief. Father, I think hanging is the wrong thing to do. The king looked surprised the prince rarely questioned his decisions on such matters. Oh no? This man... can be of use to me, he stated carefully. I want to make an example out of him. He stepped even closer to the other man, gesturing with a hand that he should rise to his feet. Peasant, what is your name?