Kin & Country [The Aftermath]

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KIN & COUNTRY

 

The Dungeons of New Roza, 127 S.A.

 

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“Hello Aleksy.” A familiar voice said from the door of Aleksy’s cell as he looked out the window, the Prince turning to the source with a heavy and defeated sigh.

 

“Father.” Aleksy sat upon the bench within his cell, the chains upon his wrists softly clanking together and his eyes not leaving King Armitage as he stepped into the cell with two of his guards.

 

“Have you heard the news?” The King’s expression was blank, his eyes seemingly staring into Aleksy’s soul. Aleksy braced himself for whatever news his Father had brought for him, then shook his head. The King then turned to his guards. “Leave us.”

 

Moments later, the King and his second born were left alone in the cell. Aleksy looked down to the floor, his long-grown hair falling from his shoulders and dangling over his face.

 

“Your old friend, Ser Chadvik, has proven his loyalty to the Crown. He located your traitorous boys in Fleurgrass and swiftly routed their pitiful band of rebels.” King Armitage chuckled softly as he crouched down in front of Aleksy as if he were speaking to a child. “Liabilities and loose ends, just like their failure of a Father. I should have known better than to let them out of my sight the moment I had you in chains. Hell, they remind me of you in many ways. Spares to my heirs - Tools, pawns even. I hardly consider you my Son, more so means to an end.”

 

Aleksy took a moment to ponder his Father’s words, then lifted his head up to meet the King’s eyes. Aleksy’s fists clenched, and for a moment he considered attempting to strangle his Father. He was defenseless, his guards had left the room, and Aleksy was certain he could snap Armitage’s neck before the guards could react. Even so, Aleksy bided his time.

 

“My Sons. Tell me about my Sons.” The King’s grin persisted as he rose to his feet “I’m so glad you asked. Unfortunately your youngest, Jakub, escaped my grasp to continue his pitiful fight. It appears he adopted his Father’s tactic of running away from a fight rather than dying honorably. As for Antoni, I brought him here.” 

 

Aleksy jumped to his feet and looked over at the door, a hopeful thought entering his mind as he prayed his son would walk through so they could embrace. “Here?! Now?! Where?!” The King laughed and walked to the door as one of his guards stepped inside and tossed Aleksy a bag.

 

“A gift, my Son.” Before Aleksy could open the bag, the door to the cell was shut and the King began to walk down the hall with his entourage. Aleksy looked down at the bag and his heart sank. He dreaded to see what was within it, but he had to know for himself. He placed the bag upon the bench and unraveled it.

 

“You goddamn BASTARD!” Aleksy roared out as he rushed to the cell door, his arms extending past the bars in a desperate attempt to do harm to King Armitage. By now the King had made his way half-way down the hall, and the Monarch’s maniacal laughter could be heard echoing through the entire dungeon.

 

“YOU ARE NO FATHER OF MINE! KINSLAYER! I’LL KILL YOU ARMITAGE, DO YOU HEAR ME?! I’LL KILL YOU!”

 

“ARMITAGE!”

 

“ARMITAGE!!”

 

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