Re: Romeo, Romeo. Where Art Thou, Romeo? [ Peace ]

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~Alexander~
Shit. That's all I could think of. I immediatly found Demon and mounted, chasing after them. I drew my sword and disppeared into the woods ahead of them, avoiding their eyesight. I stopped and waited for them and motioned Mistro, who was behind me, to come forward. I tossed him a shortsword and he looked down at it. He mouthed the word. 'WHAT?'. I laughed silently and moved my sword in a deadly swiping motion. I looked between the trees and saw the trio. I waited until the king was near me when I dismounted. I gracfully slit my sowrd across the horse's for left leg, make it crumble to the ground. Mistro came up behind me, threatening them also. I laughed a little at the fat man who had never held a sword in his life in a fierce position. Battle was a game to me, and this was the last level.

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Fayre tumbled off the horse along with her father. She got up before him, though, and ran behind Alexander. Her enraged father got up and drew his sword, double-bladed and rather heavy, although he was an expert at fighting with swords of this weight and length. He grabbed the hilt with unmatched ferocity and got into his own stance and swung his sword with all his might, knocking the sword out of Mistro's hand and swiping his leg under the servant's, making him fall, then turned to Alexander with a smug grin on his face. "One on one." He sneered and swiped at Alexander's throat. Fayre closed her eyes tightly and cupped her face in her hands.

[BayMickey]

~Alexander~
I ducked slightly, barely missing his sword. I chuckled and lunged at him, tearing at his chest. I kept swiping at him, not able to see anything between our swords. I slid from Fayre's clutching grasp and shoved my sword forward, peircing the man's chest. Mistro stood and came to my side. He started swinging rapidly. "Mistro, you're going to hit me." He stopped and moved toward the man, swinging again.

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Fayre kept her eyes closed and didn't see her mother sneaking up behind her. Before a scream could come from her mouth, her mother's hand was over it, as she dragged her back to the castle. Fayre's father noticed but pretended not to, clutching momentarily at the wound in his chest, but swung his sword again, managing, to dearm the servant for a second time. He put his foot on the servant's stomach and pushed back with unbearable force before gritting his teeth angrily and hacking madly at Alexander. Tears of fear streamed down Fayre's face as her mother dragged her away, but not as easily as her father had, and she kept struggling.

[BayMickey]

~Alexander~
I blocked the king's thrusts until he found a loop hole. Straight to ym heart. He peirced it and I fell. I rolled onto my back, trying in some way to block his blows. I broke off a chain from my neck and held onto the little metal charm. I waited until the king was leaning over me when I struck. I shoved the small cross into his neck. I let go to make it stay. I dropped my hand to the ground and closed my eyes. My breathing stopped and my body went limp.

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When Fayre saw what happened, she fought with renewed strength, pulling away from her mother. "NO!" She screamed and fell down beside Alexander. "Please don't be gone... please.... please...." She cried, getting her tears in the blood over the wound. She looked to his servant, "Do something!" She screamed as she laid her head down on his chest, not caring that the blood smeared on her cheek. "Please don't be gone..." she managed to choke out. Her father stumbled back when the necklace went in his neck but yanked it out. He smiled and then nodded, his smile disappearing, walking away. Now that his daughter's lover was gone, he had nothing more to worry about. He mounted his steed and helped his wife up and galloped back to his castle. Fayre's fist came down upon the ground and she continued to sob. "Please don't be dead!" She whispered. "I'd give anything..."

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~Mistro~
"Yes, Miss." I stood uo again and limped to Alexander. I thought what to do then remembered. That water Alexander had given me made me feel, well, alive. I went and fetched it from his horse and limped back over to my master. I undid the cap and tried to make the man drink some. "He won't drink it, but you can try." I handed her the cantene.

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Fayre was determined to get him to drink it. First, she poured a bit of the water into the wound, then waited to let it soak in, but only for a matter of seconds. Then she propped him up against a tree so the water would be able to go down his throat. She put the canteen to his lips again, wiping the tears from her face. She lifted the canteen slightly so the water would easily go down his throat. She paused a moment before putting some more water in his mouth, and lifting his chin slightly to get the water down his throat. "Please work..." she whispered, biting her lip.

[BayMickey]

~Mistro~
I let the lady and Alexander be. I picked up his fallen crown and laid it next to Fayre. "Here."



~Alexander~
My breathing started back again as I drank the water, but you couldn't notice it. I had a pulse, but barely. My head felt hot and my chest was burning.


(It's short, sorry.)

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Fayre placed her hand on the crown momentarily, before placing it on Alexander's neck, checking for a pulse. She kept it there for at least 3 minutes, but she could barely feel anything. She almost gave up hope, but fed him the rest of the water and then curled up next to him, her head resting between his chest and shoulder, hand over the wound on his heart. She dripped the very last of the water into it and bandaged it before resting against him again, hoping, praying, that he'd wake up.

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~Alexander~
I didn't open ym eyes until Fayre was asleep. And then, they were barely open. I moved my hand up to my chest and touch my wound. It was numb, so I couldn't feel anything. I looked and saw Mistro curled beside the horses, and the horses were asleep. I managed to open my eyes more and slid Fayre off of me. I picked up my crown and place it ontop of ym head. I mounted Demon and left them sitting there. I couldn't let them follow me. I stopped and wrote a letter to them, leaving it beside Fayre. I put Demon into a trot and went to Fayre's homeland.

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Fayre didn't stir when Alexander slid her off of him and trotted off.
~At the Castle~
Fayre's father [ i forget his name, his new name is Agrol ] sat atop his throne, his wife beside him [forgot her name to. She's now Mary]. Mary shifted uncomfortably. "Where's Fayre? You said she'd be home by now...."
"I don't know, and I don't care. That bastard of a king is dead. I could care less if she kills herself," Agrol snapped back.
Mary kept her surprise inside and looked out the window. "She's your daughter," She finally piped up. "You should care."

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~Alexander~
I slid my crown into a saddle bag. I began my transformation to a beggar. I messed up my hair, tore my clothes, and I put a holey, brown blanket on as a cloak. I smeared dirt on my face and hair to finsih the effect. I made my way to the castle barefoot and approached the gaurds. "Hello, sirs. I come to seek King Agrol. His taxes have caused my family to starve to death. I am the only on left. I wish to come for a job." They nodded and admitted me in. I entered the throne room and bowed to the vicious king. "Your highness. I wish to uptake a position in your faculity. My family has starved and I have no home." I bowed again. I was afraid I sounded too educated to be a beggar.

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Mary took sympathy on the beggar, but first searched his appearance. "You look familiar," she said, studying him again. Then her face lit up. "I know who you are!" She smiled, "You're from the Johnson's family, aren't you?" She asked, then nodded. "Your aunt used to work here. She died, unfortunately. Surely he could take her place, Agrol?"
Agrol muttered angrily to himself, "Whatever."
Mary nodded and beckoned Alexander, whom she thought was somebody completely different. She couldn't make out his features well enough behind the dirt to realize who it was. "You can sleep in my daughter's quarters," she sighed, "I fear she's not coming back for a long while." She led him to her quarters and cleaned out the roses and the one purple rose that was on her dresser. "Feel at home...." she said, looking at the purple rose for a moment before crushing it in her hand and throwing it in a trash bin. "By the way, what's your name?"

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~Alexander~
I choked up when she said 'I know who you are!'. A sigh of relief came through me after. When we were in the room, I thought too much of Fayre. I watched her crush the purple rose. I wanted to yell at her, but I didn't. I smiled at the woman as she suddenly asked the question. "My name is Harod Johnson. And I have no more family. That's why i came here." I thanked her for her 'kindness' and planned what I was to do now that I was here in my head.

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Fayre woke up slightly after and looked to see Alexander gone. "Did they take him?" she whispered, looking over frantically. "Where is he?" She didn't notice the note. She looked at Mistro and shook him gently. "Are you awake?" She whispered.


Mary nodded. "Agrol will be up to assign you your duties shortly, I presume..." she replied and left the room, going back down to the throne room. "Dont you think you should go assign Harod his duties?"
"Harod?" He scratched his chin. "I don't remember a Harod in the Johnson family..."
Mary tilted her head. "Maybe he's an adopted son." She shrugged, not really giving it any thought.

[BayMickey]

~Alexander~
I nodded at Fayre's mother. "Yes mam."


~Mistro~
"Look." I pointed to a peice of paper. "it's from him." I picked it up and read it aloud.


Dear Fayre and Mistro,
I know you are worrying about me, but I have gone to Fayre's kingdom. I have a plan to seek ym revenge. Don't follow, please. I will be fine. Mistro, take good care of Fayre now. I trust you. And Fayre, I love you with all my heart. I will be back.

Love,
Alexander

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Imediately Fayre began to worry. "What if he doesn't return, Mistro?" She asked, sitting down and hugging her legs to her chest.

Agrol sighed and got up from his throne. "Bastard slave." He muttered as he made his way up to his daughter's quarters. He opened the door to the room and frowned. "Harod. I dont remember anybody in your family name named Harod." He snapped and slammed his fist down on the table. "I'll be watching you very closely." He growled. "Now your job is making the bed in Mary and my room, down the hall to the right, polishing the thrones, which you know where they are, and also cleaning the restrooms on the bottom floor along with another servant named Melissa." He said. "Understand?" He then added, "I just killed a man, and I'm not afraid to kill you if you disobey."

[BayMickey]

~Alexander~
I almost drew the sword from under the cloak at his demanded words, but, of course, I didn't. I nodded instead. "Yes sir. And sir, I was, um, born away from here. Yes, I was born in, Amara. My mother came back here after." I gulped before I said Amara. As I made my way to their room, I thought of many revenge tantics. I shook my head. "Not yet."

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Mary frowned when she saw Agrol she frowned. "How'd it go? He knows his duties?"
"Well enough," Agrol frowned angrily. He sat back down on his throne and scowled. "That stupid bastard prince. That's who he reminds me of. The one I killed." His scowl deepened. "I don't think... I don't think he's Harod. Keep an eye on the boy, would you? You know how to kill people." He replied with a dark undertone.
"I do..." Mary said, seeing her husband wave his hand to dismiss her. She frowned again and stomped out of the room. "Who the hell does he think he is?!" She went to the dining room and take a seat, calling the servants to have them prepare her her midday meal.

[BayMickey]

~Alexander~
I did my duties, had a meal, and rested the rest of the day. I had found a minstrel's guitar in Fayre's room and sat in the garden to play it by myself. I played a soft tune and hummed, eventually singing.

~Mistro~
"He went, and he'll come back. He went to your castle." I pointed in the direction of her home country. "He'll be back. He keeps his word."

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Fayre curled up in a tighter ball. "What if my father finds him? He'll kill him, and we won't be there to save him this time." She burried her face in between her knees.

Mary snorted and ate her dinner, hearing music and a rather great voice coming from the garden. she dismissed the servants except Melissa. "Wouldn't you like to have a nice man like that? What a wonderful voice." Melissa nodded quietly.
"Yes, ma'am, it's quite lovely, but I have no interest in marriage." She said, rubbing her arm gently. Mary gave her a rather shocked look.
"He reminds my husband of that boy my daughter fell head over heels for." Mary sighed, "Why don't you go talk to him?" Melissa bit her lip,
"Ma'am, I really... don't want to."
"Oh go on, shoo now," Mary said, and Melissa nodded quietly, walking over to the garden and keeping her eyes glued to the ground. She stood at the edge of the garden next to the white rose bush and listened intently, not wanting to inturrupt.


[ xD something must test Alexander's love for Fayre ]
Melissa's Pic~

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(LOL!)
~Alexander~
I played until I finished the song. I looked up to see a woman. "Hello." I smiled and looked back at the guitar. She reminded me of Fayre. I tried not to ge emotional by starring at the green blades of grass. "I'm Harod."



~Mistro~
"He'll be fine. He's clever." I was trying to comfort her. I went to the horse and got some bread and cheese. "Here." I handed her half and kept half for me. Surely, we were both hungry.

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Melissa nodded hastily. "I'm sorry to inturrupt. The mistress sent me to come talk to you." She shuffled her feet, looking up, noticing he was having troubles with something. "Are you all right?" She asked, taking a step closer. "You can tell me anything. I'm good at keeping secrets. I promise." She gave a slight smile.


Fayre nodded and took the food. "Thank you..." she said, sighing and eating slowly, trying not to choke on the food because the tears she kept inside. She didn't want him getting hurt again. She'd kill herself if he got hurt. Without him, there was no her.

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~Alexander~
"Nothing, nothing." My head shot up and I smiled. "It's nothing. I was just thinking of my late wife." I shook ym head and brushed my hair down. I stood and walked forward. "Excuse me, where are my manners?" I shook her hand. "I'm Harod, Harod Johnson." I smile donce more and sat back down. "You don't have to be uncomfortable. I'll play another song." I started playing a happy tune about a boy and his horse. "Her hooves struck the ground, but they made no sound, he hoped on her back, they went down the track." I laughed. "Do you know this song?"


~Mistro~
:It's opkay..." This is all I could say. I had not been in the presence of any charming woman but Queen Victoria. But she was married.

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