Thread: Not that Kind of Fairy Tail

From his balcony King Xander the Third stood watch over his kingdom, following the movement of the night watchmen as their lanterns moved through the city streets. The Kingdom of Darkon was his to control, his to protect, and he would take any action he deemed necessary to ensure order within it. The King himself stood in shadow, his only illumination being the sporadic light of the moon as it occasionally broke through the clouds. He never brought lanterns with him on these moments of contemplation, the risk of an assassin noticing him being too great. Though the balcony extended from one of the highest points of the castle he knew that one man would climb any height to kill him if they had the determination. And he knew something of such determination. Turning swiftly away from his people he returned to his room closing the heavy iron door behind him. He had long since removed the royal armor from his person and was preparing to hang his sword again, assassins were everywhere, when a knock echoed from the other side of his chamber door. Messanger, your highness. The guard outside called out to him. Keeping his sword sheathed for the moment Xander let out a sigh, not really in the mood for more news. Enter. The door opened to reveal a thin, elderly scribe who Xander recognized from court. My Lord, the man bowed his head in respect and fear, knowing the king demanded no less. Word from the kingdom of Dersoto. Xander knew no one would dare trouble him unless it was of the upmost importance and immediately his mind turned to military actions. The recent cease-fire under his fathers rule had stemmed the war between their two kingdoms but it was hardly a truce. Speak, he ordered. The messenger raised his head. If he was frightened of his king his voice did not show it, staying calm and even as a royal messenger is expected to be. Prince Jameson has returned from his journey, my Lord, alive and unharmed. His jaw clenched at the sound of that name. King Xander regretted not sending out the assassins when he had the chance, hoping the Prince would die on that fools errand of his. Better he come back alive as a failure at the very least There is more though, the messenger continued. He was able to breach the legendary tower successfully and free the princess inside. Their wedding has been announced for the end of the week. For the first time the messenger displayed fear as his lord looked at him with pure malice. The King gripped the pommel of his sword, knuckles turning white as he spoke through clenched teeth. Leave me. The messenger bowed quickly and turned away, closing the door behind him. The moment the latch caught Xanders sword was free of his scabbard and plunged into the nearest chair. The scream of the King echoed down the halls of the castle sending all within into fearing for their lives. With all his strength Xander then threw his sword, chair still attached, flying across the room and into the balcony door. NO! His mind screamed. HE CANNOT WIN THIS DAY! The hatred Xander felt for Prince Jameson was legendary, the two having been born on the same say within minutes of each other though as to who was first is long debated but at that their similarities end. Of the tales told of their meetings and battles it always came out the same, with Xander the of the evil kingdom Darkon being soundly defeated by the pure goodness that was Prince Jameson, and though he cared not for the stories the bards told of him Xander would not allow the Prince to claim the final victory. Last he had heard the Prince, in the most audacious of moves, had declared he would rescue the Princess held in the tower of legend, a stone fortress guarded by all manner of beasts and sending all who dared approach to their deaths. Xander had done nothing to stop him, believing him a fool to risk his life for mere glory, but now Xander collapsed by his bed, hand clenching his brow in rage. Now the bastards legend would grow a hundred-times over while he was resigned to be just another chapter in the story of the Princes exploits. No. Not this time, Xander vowed. He was going to hurt the prince, make him suffer like he had never suffered before. He had someone he loved now, this princess, and with that came a special kind of weakness.