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To Kill or Be Killed

Chaos reigns at Basilia Palace when power-hungry Christos seizes the throne and imposes tyranny on the realm after King Themis flees and hides to protect his daughter from Casimir, who is driven by a prophecy that states he will die at the hands of the king's child. While commoners suffer under Christos' tyranny, the king is faced with the tough decision of either fleeing with his vulnerable daughter or reclaiming his throne to save his people. As danger looms from all sides, the king must choose between duty and family, with the fate of the kingdom hanging in the balance.

msso · Fantaisie
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Royal Banter

As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow into their home, Adira began to gather her few belongings, preparing for her journey back to the Ariadne Tower. Alaric watched her with a heavy heart, his emotions swirling like a tempest within him. He couldn't bear the thought of his eldest daughter leaving again so soon, longing for just a few more moments of her presence.

"Are you sure you have everything you need, Adira?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion as he tried to hide the tremor in his tone.

Adira smiled softly, sensing her father's reluctance to see her go.

"I'll be fine, Papa," she reassured him, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding.

"I'll visit you soon"

Karasi, standing nearby, tried to mask her feelings with bravado, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"Oh, please, Adira," she quipped, her tone playful yet tinged with sadness,

"just don't come back at all. We'll manage just fine without you."

Adira couldn't help but laugh at her sister's attempt to lighten the mood, her heart swelling with affection for her family.

"I'll keep that in mind," she replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Alaric, though touched by his daughters' attempts to lift his spirits, couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow as he watched Adira prepare to depart once more.

With heavy hearts, Alaric and Karasi accompanied Adira to the town, where they would wait for the carriage that would take her back to the Ariadne Tower. The journey was a quiet one, each lost in their own thoughts, the weight of impending separation hanging in the air like a heavy fog.

As they reached the town square, they found a spot near the designated area where the Ariadne Tower carriage would arrive. Alaric and Karasi stood by Adira's side, offering silent support as they waited for the carriage to appear on the horizon.

The minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, the anticipation building with each passing moment. Finally, just as despair threatened to engulf them, the sound of approaching hooves broke the stillness of the morning air.

"There it is," Adira exclaimed, her voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and sadness.

As the carriage drew nearer, Alaric clasped Adira's hand in his own, his grip tight with emotion.

"Take care of yourself, Adira," he said softly, his voice filled with fatherly concern. 

Karasi stepped forward, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Be safe, Adi," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. 

Adira smiled through her tears, her heart heavy with the weight of parting.

"I'll miss you both," she replied, her voice choked with emotion.

With one final embrace, Adira boarded the carriage and disappeared from view, leaving Alaric and Karasi standing in the town square, their hearts heavy as they watched the carriage disappear into the distance.

As Adira stepped out of the carriage and onto the grounds of the Ariadne Tower, she was met with a familiar sight - Ayira, the spirited princess, rushing towards her with open arms. With a joyful cry, Ayira enveloped Adira in a tight embrace, her excitement palpable as she welcomed her friend back.

"Adira, you're finally back!" Ayira exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine delight.

"I've missed you so much!"

Adira returned the hug with equal warmth, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her at the sight of her dear friend.

"It's good to see you too, Ayira," she replied, her voice tinged with relief.

"I've missed you as well."

As Ayira released her from the embrace, Adira's gaze shifted to Lucius who stood nearby with a warm smile on his face.

"Adira, it's wonderful to have you back," he greeted her, his voice filled with genuine pleasure.

"Your presence here brings light to our halls."

Adira returned his smile, feeling a sense of gratitude for his kind words.

"Thank you, Lucius," she replied, her voice tinged with appreciation.

"It's good to be back," she exclaims. 

Before she could say another word, Zagan, ever the boastful soldier, interjected with his usual flair.

"Adira, what brings you back to the tower?" he asked, his voice filled with mock curiosity.

"Couldn't stay away from us, could you? Or perhaps you missed my unparalleled skills in combat?"

Adira couldn't help but laugh at Zagan's conceit, his overconfidence always managing to lighten the mood.

"Oh, Zagan," she chuckled, shaking her head in amusement.

"You may have your tricks," Adiira taunted with a smirk

"but when it comes to strategy and precision, I'm unmatched."

Zagan laughed, rolling his eyes in mock disbelief.

"Oh please, Adira," he retorted

"you may be quick on your feet, but I've got strength and agility on my side. I'll outmatch you any day."

As the friendly banter between Adira, Zagan, Ayira, and Lucius continued, the playful rivalry between Zagan and Adira intensified. With grins plastered on their faces, they exchanged teasing jabs, each insisting that they were the best soldier in the Ariadne Tower.

As Adira and Zagan continued their playful banter, each boasting of their own prowess and skills, Ayira couldn't help but interject with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Ah, but you two forget," Ayira declared, a playful smirk dancing on her lips,

"I am the top-ranked student in the entire camp."

Adira raised an eyebrow, amused by Ayira's bold claim.

"Is that so?" she teased, unable to resist the opportunity for a friendly challenge.

"I suppose we'll have to put that to the test, won't we?"

Zagan, never one to back down from a challenge, chimed in with a smirk of his own.

"Don't forget who the real powerhouse of the Ariadne Tower is." he stated. 

As the banter between Adira, Zagan, and Ayira continued, Lucius, the ever-modest holy saint, blushed at the mention of his own accomplishments.

"Well, if Ayira wanted to be the top, she could just ask her father, the king, to make it happen." As Lucius interjected.

His words hung in the air, punctuated by a moment of awkward silence before a burst of laughter erupted from Zagan and Adira. Even Ayira couldn't help but crack a smile at the playful teasing.

"Lucius, you're too kind," Zagan chuckled, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"But we all know that Ayira's talents lie more in the court than on the battlefield."

Adira joined in with a grin, unable to resist the opportunity to tease her friend.

"Yes, Ayira," she teased,

"Perhaps you should stick to diplomacy. Leave the fighting to those of us who actually have some skill."

Ayira rolled her eyes playfully, though a hint of mock indignation shone in her gaze.

"Oh, ha ha," she retorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Very funny, you two. Just wait until the next training session. I'll show you who's boss."

As Adira, Zagan, Ayira, and Lucius continued their lighthearted banter while walking through the corridors of the tower, they suddenly bumped into the king and Priest Damayanti. The group quickly composed themselves, their playful expressions giving way to respectful nods and greetings.

However, the king couldn't help but notice the jovial atmosphere surrounding the four young students. He observed them with a fond smile, noting the camaraderie and closeness that they shared.

Meanwhile, Ayira stepped forward and embraced her father, the king, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Father," she said with a playful tone,

"These three troublemakers have been teasing me mercilessly."

Themis chuckled at his daughter's remark, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Oh, is that so?" he replied, his voice carrying a hint of laughter.

"Well, it seems to me that you can hold your own, Ayira."

Ayira grinned, her playful demeanor shining through.

"True, Father," she agreed,

" but shouldn't they be punished for their misdeeds?"

The king feigned a stern expression, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter.

"Hmm, perhaps you're right," he replied, playing along with Ayira's joke.

"But I think their punishment can wait for now."

Zagan, seizing the opportunity to tease Adira further, chimed in with mock seriousness.

"I agree with his highness," he said with a mischievous grin.

"Adira should be the only one punished. After all, she's the boss, right?"

Adira rolled her eyes playfully, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Oh, really, Zagan? " she replied, her tone filled with mock indignation.

"But if I'm the boss, then that means I get to decide your punishment too!"

The others laughed at the exchange, enjoying the playful banter between their friends. Even Themis couldn't help but chuckle at the light-hearted moment.

Zagan nudged Adira playfully, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Looks like you're in trouble now, boss," he teased, his tone laced with amusement.

"Zagan, it seems you're confused about who's in charge here. Is it Adira, as you claim?" Themis stated. 

Zagan scratched his head in confusion.

"Well, I thought Adira was the boss," he admitted sheepishly.

Adira chuckled, shaking her head.

"Actually, it's Lucius who leads us," she clarified, casting a playful glance at the holy saint.

Lucius, taken aback by the unexpected attention, chuckled nervously.

"Oh, no, no," he protested,

"Ayira is the one who truly leads us."

Ayira, feigning indignation, joined in the teasing.

"Me? Leading you lot?" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, if that's the case, I'll have to start issuing punishments for such insolence!"

The group erupted into laughter at the absurdity of the notion, their shared camaraderie shining through as they exchanged playful banter. The king watched with amusement, his heart swelling with pride at the strong bond shared between his daughter and her friends.

"Ah, it seems I have a mischievous bunch under my care," the king remarked with a chuckle.

"But I wouldn't have it any other way."

As the banter between the group continued, Priest Damayanti interjected with a gentle clearing of her throat, capturing their attention.

"Forgive the interruption, but the king has urgent matters to attend to," he announced, his voice carrying a serene authority.

Themis nodded in agreement, a faint hint of regret in his expression.

"Indeed, there are pressing matters that require my attention," he confirmed, his tone tinged with apology.

"I must bid you farewell, for now, my dear friends."

Adira, Zagan, Ayira, and Lucius exchanged understanding glances, realizing the importance of the king's duties.

"Of course, Your Majesty," Adira replied respectfully, bowing her head in acknowledgment.

"We understand."

Zagan grinned, offering a playful salute.

"Until next time, Your Majesty," he said with a wink.

Ayira embraced her father briefly, her expression filled with affection.

"Take care, Father," she said softly, her voice tinged with warmth.

Lucius bowed his head respectfully.

"May your decisions be guided by wisdom, Your Majesty," he offered sincerely.

With a final nod and a warm smile, Themis bid his farewell to the group before turning to depart. The four watched him go with a mixture of respect and fondness.

As King Themis settled into his office with Priest Damayanti by his side, he motioned for Alec, the mage, to join them. Once they were all seated, Themis turned to Alec with a grave expression.

"What news do you have of Christos? His silence troubles me."

Alec, his expression serious, nodded in understanding.

"For now, Your Majesty, Christos remains quiet," he reported.

"But we should not let our guard down. His reputation for greed and heartlessness precedes him."

Priest Damayanti listened intently, his brow furrowed with worry.

"Indeed, we cannot underestimate the threat he poses," he agreed, his voice firm.

"We must remain vigilant."

Themis nodded in agreement, a sense of determination settling over him.

"Continue to monitor his movements, Alec," he instructed.

"And inform me immediately if there are any changes."