King Proven/Cut in Half

"Cut in Half" is the fifth episode to the original web series King. Proven. by .:.TellZeal.:. Productions in courtesy of the Sonic Fanon Wikia. It was completed on February 19, 2017.
== Episode Text ==
Effinhaum 4.12.16
Something quite special took place last night, and it was one that I wasn't expecting so early. Heard in the bed in the middle of the moon's peak, there was a knock on the window. The first knock I ignored, but after the knocks became perpetual, my eyes sifted over to the shadow's hand banging against the glass.
I pulled out a blade from the side of the bed. "Who's there?"
The knocks continued, and then after me getting close enough, I found that the hand was that of a glove from a delicate arm and made a feminine form.
"Majesty? Is that you there?" I said. "Hold on, I'll go out to the other side and let you in." From there, I walked to the frontal entrance to the house and opened the door.
"Whillis, what is this about you with the Princess?" There was Convilas standing right in front of me with her hands on her hips.
"C - What are you doing here? You can't be here right now. Etshiro and Ovina are asleep right now."
"That doesn't mean I can't be here. You shouldn't be engaging all this attention on yourself if you truly think that the children need some privacy right now. Here before long, you're going to be beheaded for treason and your children will have to be just like the Princess witnessing their own father's death."
"Hey, hey, this does not mean I can't be doing this. I have a reason, and it's a good one."
"What's that reason, Whillis? Is it to cheat on her for one of the lower maiden just like you did me?"
"I don't have time for this. Good night." I tried to close the door, but she stopped it with her foot.
"I am not going to take this disrespect from you any longer. If you want anything from me, you'd better say it now, because you're about to really get it. You are."
"Don't threaten me, Convilas. If I do become king, I'll be sure to kill you before you ruin my reputation. Night. Get out."
After that, she retreated, slowly moving her foot with the door creasing to the close, her eyes locked on mine. Then, I shut the door, leaned against the door, and brushed my hair through my heated fingers.
"Dad, was that mom?" Etshiro crept from the hall.
"Go back to bed. Why are you up anyway?"
"Can I talk to mom?"
"I said go back to bed. Go. Now."
And the young child retreated as well. For another thirty minutes, I leaned on the door deep in thought of what I should do about the situation, which was my true confrontation on what I was up to. Reconsidering the pursuit for the Colonaian Princess was a long, tough mind game, but I convinced myself that this would be a benefit in the long run. I have the looks to do it, but it is just the people around me, and unfortunately, they may just get in the way of my goals.
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Effinhaum 4.12.18
Didn't I just write two days ago that there would be people getting in the way? Goodness. I'm very upset right now. When I walked into the Palace this morning, Prince Rova Lawka was standing there with his sword in preparation. He was just standing there. He wasn't training or anything. He was waiting on me. ME.
"What did I tell you last time about playing the Princess?" He pointed his sword. "Tell me."
I looked to the instigators of the castle standing there, and then I looked to him. "Are you talking to me?"
"And now you're trying to play me. Tell me what I told you about playing the Princess. Tell us all, 'Whillis Allavan.'"
Amongst the standing people need of truth, there was that familiar green devil from the depths of propaganda, the nosy teenage rat with her notebook and pen, ready to strike a question.
"Get her out of here," I pointed. "I don't want any propaganda here."
"This is about the truth," Opia Cilia said. "Don't you tell me to - ."
"Tell us, Whillis," Lawka said. "Else I'll strike with this sword."
"You can't do that!" I looked to all of the other people standing there all ignorant, some with their hand laid on their hearts or wide in the eyes. "You can't just kill me for love!"
"Oh yes I can. And this is not love." The Prince stepped stalked up to me. "This is treason, an act viable for the punishment of death. You know this. You study the law, don't you?"
"I don't study the law. I study of children. Oh wait, never mind! I don't study about the poor children on this planet anymore, because I lost my job! Yes, I lost my job because of this. And you don't think that I'm suffering enough already with two children at home and an angry..."
"An angry what?"
"With an angry view of the world. I am angry on how all of this bull is built off of a journalist lie, the one that does all these things." And, as saying all this, Opia Cilia was dashing lies onto her trusty notepad.
"But, I still want to know," Lawka spoke, "What did I tell you about being close to the Princess? What did I say? Come, say, because the world is seeing your faults right now. Explain yourself."
There was nothing else here that I could say. I just had to say what was on my mind, and that was love. This brings to another rule: Don't be nervous. Else, there's a lie waiting to slip out. I had to be technical with what my words were supposed to be that sounds right to me and the public, to optimize what I need, and that's the successful marriage to the Queen Princess. For at least another good ten seconds to stare at the Prince's chilling green eyes, I stood with the hear of my thrusting heart.
"I love the Princ--"
"Liar! Liar, liar, liar!" The Prince shook the sword. "Don't lie to these people standing here! We know what you did to Convilas Phazzu here in Colona! You cheated her! We don't want our Princess to be cheated!"
"So what? So then you can take the throne from her when she really wants it? That's why you're such in a hurry trying to get me out of the way, Rokka!" (I said the "Rokka" in reference to a "chicken-like" cowardice) "You are the cause to all of her anguish, given why she can't make any good rules here! Because it's not her doing it! You're telling her to do all these things!"
"My, my, my," Opia Silly shook her head. "You're so bold for saying that, Whillis. Now you're really going to be tried for treason." She continued to take notes, but I turned to her.
"Well, and you better get on out of here, too, Opia, because all of you here, with you as the head, are going to suffer when people truly figure out what you're really writing to the public. Let me guess; you're writing that I'm about to be beheaded by the Prince because I said something 'aweful.'"
"I will behead you right here and right now," the Prince put the sword to my neck, with the chiming ring of it shingling in my ear. "Don't think I won't do it. You're nothing here, only causing trouble in the kingdom. That's all you are - trouble."
"Rova," a wiltering voice spoke, "Put the sword down." It was King Uwa Iwa.
Everyone looked back at the old King, standing there with his hands in his pockets of his golden tunic. His placid glare struck the Prince to pull his sword immediately, as the former failed to flinch not even a bit. Immediately, the entirety of the crowd shifted to honor as they began to bow the top halves of their bodies to the King.
"Uh, Greater Majesty," Rova bowed, "My, where did you come from? I thought you were at the meeting with King Spair."
King Uwa Iwa eyed me. "You were going to kill him, weren't you, Rova?"
"I-I... I was."
"Fall back and stand behind me. Miss Cilia, fall back also from this individual. He is not worth the time now. Instead, let us discuss the greater issue - that be if this individual marries the Princess or not." The King turned to me. "Will you marry Princess Penelope Tuwark of Colona, Whillis Allavan?"
"No, he won't," Rova chimed from behind. "He's going to break the laws of the land doing that, King! You, I, and he knows this! He's a liar! He's going to bring this kingdom to turmoil!"
"Hush," King Iwa said. "Say your oath and step forward." And Rova was quiet.
I winced. "Me?"
"I am looking at you. Say now, or forever hold your peace." All of the people were staring at me, awaiting an answer with their wide eyes.
"Where is she? Where is the Princess? Is she locked up in the training courts again, awaiting to go outside and see what's going on? What happened to this kingdom? Now it's become overprotective! You don't want her married, King, Prince, Cilia -- all of you, really! Yes, I will marry Princess Penelope Tuwark of Colona, and yes, I will become the King of Colona!"
After the uncomfortable last part, people began to shake their heads and mutter, while the King stood righteous and still as his little apprentice remained shock of the allowance.
Opia Cilia grinned. "You believe, that after cheating on both Convilas Phazzu and Tallospev Deenoiynee, that you, a lingerer of the night, is going to become the King of Colona? Listen, people, tell your family and friends - everyone you know. We're not going to just let our traditions be overruled by a joker as Whillis Alla-"
"You stop right there! I didn't cheat on neither of them," I broke a rule. "You're getting these stories from your fantasy broadcasting land so that you can grab hold of the Princess! I mean, for crying sake of eternity - you're the one always pestering the royals. And let me tell you," I pointed as I marched to her, "When I become King, there's not going to be any of this propaganda bullshit."
"I ask everyone dismiss right now," the Prince took over. "Go, Miss Cilia. Have a fine time writing about this one."
"Oh, I will," she nodded, walking away. "And hey, Whillis," she looked back, "You're very hot, but not enough for me to get you before you destroy yourself."
"I ask of you to leave, too," the Prince stared through my peripherals. "And don't come back. You were close today. This is your final warning."
"Do not threaten," King Uwa Iwa said. "I have the final say. As for you - Mr. Allavan - dismiss yourself. We will have a marriage arranged in your favor."
"No, no, no," I turned to him. "That's not what I want. I want her to consent to me for us to be married. You will not arrange anything. Don't."
"So resistant," Prince Lawka stormed off. "Forget it, King."
"I will arrange a marriage. That is so,"
King Iwa departed. And there I was standing there, all alone as everyone departed me - well - except the guards still over the barred doors. But to escape a cinematic reality, I shrugged it off and walked to a nearby bush to vomit. I had never had so much knot feelings in my stomach before, not as strong as it could have been on me when my daughter Hanna died.
That night, I strolled home on the empty roads, sick to the stomach and heart, hoping that all of this would just disappear. If I had just listened to my instincts to forget the girl, I wouldn't be in this mess. But, now that I'm in it, there's nothing I can do about that. So, after returning home, I went straight for this journal and wrote so much. It's like a stupid story about a night crawler.
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Effinhaum 4.12.19
This morning seemingly had been a pretty good - could've been better. Etshiro told me about all the good things that were happening at his school, learning about social classes or whatever being six years old, and little Ovina was counting to one-thousand. That was pretty interesting to listen to, because I would have never known these things working so late and all at the castle. Apparently Etshiro had been helping Ovina with her homework and all. I learned also that Etshiro also liked to cook when I wasn't home (which I didn't approve, but didn't reprove him), and Ovina liked to eat it all up.
"You like your porridge?" I said.
"I really like it," Etshiro said. "It reminds me of what my mom used to make me."
For a little bit, I looked ahead toward the bright window of sunrise. All that stuff that happened the day before has a toll on how I think about everything now. "Hm... you want to see her today?"
He dropped his spoon with a splash, turning to me. "Really? You didn't let me talk to her a few days ago."
"Well," I compromised, "I'm going to be working really late today, and I feel that you need an adult supervising you." I turned to Ovina. "Say, 'Supervising.'"
"Sudervizing," Ovina tried.
Well," I continued, "I think that your mother is going to treat the both of you right, and maybe you'll even get to know her more. After all, you haven't seen her since last what? Last harvest?"
Etshiro looked back at his porridge. "Why don't the two of you just get along?"
Chills spread about my back. "Etshiro, because one of two don't make three." I stood up and ruffled both his and Ovina's hair. "I'm going out to work again. And, this time I'm working late. Instead of having your mother here, I'll have Klavan come over. How 'bout that?"
"Sure," Etshiro shook his head and continued eating.
"Yay! Dad's leaving!" Ovina raised her hands.
"And I'll be back later. Don't put your bet on leaving. I'll always support you two, even when I become..." As much as I wanted to say "King," I knew that jumping to conclusions would be strange to them. They don't really understand what's going on. Well, maybe Etshiro does.
I made my way out. "Etshiro, don't answer the door for people you don't know, okay?"
"I won't."
And I went on to the castle as normal, and the guards in black standing at the front gates didn't let me through. Apparently, the Prince had set a decree that, until the arranged marriage that I didn't ask for was arranged, I was not allowed back in the castle. Yes, that basically means I got fired. I argued with them for a long time that I never got my pay since I've first started and that I wanted it. But, they were certain not to let me in. They were so certain that they showed me the newspaper excerpt from the Colonaian Royal Post about it.
It has been hereby declared that Whillis Allavan, challenger to the Kingdom of Colona and its inhabitants through false statements of romance to the beloved Princess Tuwark, will no longer serve in the custodian branch in the castle to promote his schemes, and if marriage is accepted by precursor Princess Tuwark and final say King Uwa Iwa, then the marriage will be enforced under right conditions, that immediately the future king will be promoted to King, and he will rule Colona in its stead.
"That's all else I can show you," the guard said. "Good day." He handed the newspaper excerpt for me to keep, and I did take it, but right in front of the two, I ripped them in half in sign of the two guards' separation from my advocacy. I threw down the two ripped strips and instead kept my cover from my mind.
I was roaming the streets, empty, hopeless, in need of what I needed to do to get Princess Tuwark to love me. Well, maybe she already does, but it was hard for me to believe it. Oh yes, and by this time, when I walked the streets full of people, young and old, male and female, they would all glare at me or chuckle or shake their head or smack their lips or try to encourage me with an empty platitude.
"There's other pearls out in the sea, you know."
"Uh, hi, are you really trying to marry the Princess, um?
"You have a nice family, sir. You can always get back with the girl."
And this happened at least over fifty times in an hour timespan. I was sick and tired to hearing this over and over just trying to get down the street, so I just stood at the side alley between a jewelry bazaar and a revenue house. Again, I had begun to reconsider the challgenge, but I knew/know that if I fell back now, then everyone's feelings would just be worse, and the Prince would have the right to say, "See, I knew he was a liar," or something like that.
"Whillis? Is that you?" Allaina Vania, the elite researcher, approached.
My head swerved from the wall. "Does it look like me?"
"I mean, I know it's you. It's just... I hadn't seen you for a long time. Where have you been?"
"I'm sitting in this corner of an alley, clearly. What are you doing?"
"I was heading to the Colonaian Research Institute." She put down her bags beside her and came closer. "I really miss you not being there and all. I never knew you were having an affair with the Princess."
"An affair?" Damn that Opia Cilia. "No, no, no, I never did anything with her."
"Well, uh, that's what the newspaper says."
"That's what I need to do. I need to talk to Miss Cilia."
Allaina pointed. "Hey, I can probably help you with that. I can tell Klavan what's going on and he'll take care of it. I think his-"
"Yeah, I know. I talked to him already." And he didn't do anything - yet. That was just who I needed to talk to. "I gotta go. See you."
"Well, we're headed the same way, so how about we-"
"No. I can't be cheating on the Princess. Not in public." And everyone watched me once again.
Once I made it to the Colonaian Research Institute, Ourier pointed toward the door immediately. "Out."
"I need to talk to Klavan. Just real quick."
"Make it quicker than time itself."
I walked to the desk compartment of Klavan's, but seeing he wasn't there, I walked toward Taiytee. "Where's Klavan?"
"Oh, hey, there you are, Whillis. He should be coming this way, if you want to wait on 'em. Where have you been? No one's been answering me the whole time about where you've been this past month."
"I got released, at least for now. I hope I can get a job better than this, or at least get this one back."
"We're about to present our information for the child research in three months. Maybe you can be there to at least assist us. You were there at the beginning, and we're kinda, like, needing you right now - heh, heh."
"Ha, really? You all are really dependent."
"Yeah," he smiled, "We had to push back the deadline twice, you know."
"All because you all needed me, huh?"
"Yeah."
And for another twenty minutes, without Ourier getting on to me for staying much longer than time was, the two of us waited, conversing together as Oxva also came in. And, on the visual was me speaking of my "affair" with the Princess.
"My, oh my, oh my," Klavan burst through the door, "You can't believe this, guys - the Princess is in the city looking for Whillis." He looked at me sitting in his seat. "Oh. Hi, Whillis. You better get to your house."
"Are you serious about this?" I said.
"When am I never serious? This is getting really ugly, fellow. You have to fall back on this."
I departed myself, rushing to the house as quickly as possible, seeing so many people surrounding where my children possibly were not, some yelling at the door as if anyone were in there. Then, at the very front was Princess Tuwark, in her covering clothing from all the lights of the Visual cameras and journalists and Wvia Coahan.
"Princess Tuwark," the beauty posed, "Are you going to be ending the relationship between you and Whillis Allavan?"
"I am here to settle this once and for all," she said, "And tell Opia Cilia to leave us alone before I try her for treason."
Mutters spread abroad the crowd as some took notes. However, with me getting close to the house, everyone turned their attention to me and began to crowd me in the lights of shame.
"W-Whillis Allavan," one reporter shouted over the rest, "Do you truly love the Princess enough to marry her?!"
"Will you be marrying the Princess anytime soon?"
"How does Convilas feel about this affair between you and the P-"
"THERE WAS NO AFFAIR!!!" I waved to the center of the crowds, shouting the loudest. "THERE WAS NO AFFAIR, YOU IMBECILES!!!"
People began to write. The Princess winced at me as I heaved to the ground, smelling my own rage coming as heavy shots of sweat. I was sick and tired of all this.
"And you know what?" I continued. "There's nothing between me and the Princess at all! We had nothing together, because the Prince didn't let us! I would work day and night in these dark mines called a country and try to earn an honest living for me and my two children, but this corrupted world just won't let me do that. So, you know what I have to do instead? I have to find a person that would give me the honest living I need and the credibility that would last me a lifetime! That's my move, you imbeciles! This is of me, the Princess, and the satisfaction of my family!"
"There is NOTHING between you and me? Are you serious?" The Princess glared at me. "What was that time when we were in the closet together and talking slow and all that?" The media wrote more.
"Princess Tuwark, we did not have anything together," I winked. "We didn't have anything together."
"Yes, we did. You saved me from the guards and took me to the garden, and we went on in our love from there. Don't try to hide anything, Whillis."
My mouth dropped. "We did not have an affair together!"
"Oh, we didn't have an affair," she reassured the crowd. "We were just talking."
"Too late, Majesty," Opia Cilia spoke, "Your words are already being broadcasted. Now my words are true."
"Ragh!" the Princess growled. "Get out of here, before I kill you all!"
"Not under this law," Prince Rova Lawka walked up. He notioned the guards, "Clear the area and bring the Princess over here." And, as ordered, they began to push back the desperate crowds from answers and grabbed the Princess.
"Ragh! Let go of me!" The Princess fought. "Rova, stop it! Whillis loves me!"
"This is a fifteen - or fourteen - year old saying this to me. Do not tell me that he loves you, because he doesn't. You don't understand yet."
"Let go of her, she said! She's the Princess, for my sake!" I ran up to the guards and tried to bustle her out of their hands as long as possible, but it just could not be done. They were all so strong, and they just pushed right past through me and brought the Princess to Lawka as ordered.
"Penelope, you should have looked harder," Rova shook his head as the guards slammed her into the carriage. "You should have looked right in front of you and found satis-"
"She doesn't love you! She told me!" I yelled. "She told me in the garden that you're out to take her ruling rights from her! Well, guess what, Rova? I'm not going to let this traditional injustice linger any longer! She was the source of your successes in the Revolutionary Group! Not you!"
"I led her!" He clenched his teeth. "I led that young female into the paths of righteousness against the Flock Council, and she knows that! She has an inner romance with me! We have gotten so close to kissing - " He stopped.
"And I didn't want that," the Princess called from the carriage. "I didn't want to marry an old male! I wanted someone who thought like me and gave me the right to rule, because I've earned it! You left the Colonaian Royals to join the Revolutionary Group, Prince Lawka! You - the leader of your own revolutionary group - just wanted to follow me and gain your recognition again!"
"STOP!!!" Prince Lawka ran to me with the sword. He ran with it so quickly that the sword even bent with the wind in my eye. And, it was just too quick. The sword cut open the left side of my lung.
"Raaagh!" I fell back. The horrors of dying peered in. "Prince Lawka!"
And here I write in the hospital, trying to get a sense of myself and return the favor to that daring Prince.
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