Prince shuffled nervously over to the large tent that indicated the current royal court of Renatus. He looked behind him to see Tom carrying the various gifts he had brought with him. Prince gritted his teeth, recent events had made standing alone near impossible, allies were needed, even if it meant subordinating himself.
The guards at the tent eyed him wearily, and had their swords half drawn by the time he approached. Suddenly, there was a sword to his neck; one of the guards had recognized the blood red bandanna he was known by. "It's the bandit! Kill him!" the sentry yelled, and at this word, Tom fled, leaving Prince on his own to face the angry men. Prince braced himself for the impending attack, hoping that the monks could again save him. He shut his eyes and held his breath...but the strike never came.
"Stop!" cried a booming voice. "What are we, peacekeepers? Let that man in!" it continued. Prince opened his eyes carefully, to see the men had parted to allow him entrance, behind him, Tom had returned; seeing no danger of death any longer. Recomposing himself, Prince entered the cool atmosphere of the tent, to see King Godfrey of Renatus before him, the man who he had fought on the battlefield of several occasions, but also the man who had just spared his life.
"Hail te ye, great King of Renatus" Prince said halfheartedly. Godfrey nodded, he cared little for the lackluster tone of Prince or the formalities he had to say, mostly he was curious as to what a ruthless criminal was doing in his royal court. "What are you doing here, Prince?" "I have seen the error in my ways great King, and I come to repent for my sins and serve the Renatus and her people" Prince looked up briefly, to see the disapproving look that he was receiving. "Uh, I have brought gifts for you great King, in order to receive your mercy" at this, Tom lumbered over carelessly, and handed Prince a large sack of items. Carefully, Prince pulled out one of the contents, a resplendent iron block, and presented it to the King. He sighed inwardly at the smile on Godfrey's face. "This is only the beginning, great King" Prince said as he passed the bag of iron gingerly to the monarch.
Three days later
August Flay, Prince thought to himself, a name he had not been called for many, many years. It was strange to throw away the title Prince after such a long time, but necessary. August Flay, his birth name, would have to do. The newest Count of Renatus chuckled to himself, as he surveyed the building of Renatus' new border fortress, the Dreadfort, under the protection of the House Flay. "Oh how the tides will turn" he mumbled to himself, as the builders unfurled the house sigil over the keep.