Writemas Challenge
Day 13
Thank you to: @agirlandherquill !
Prompts:
|The heat of a stare| A dinner |The burn of poison|
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The King ran a finger along the arm of his chair. "So you're telling me you failed? When I gave you perfectly precise intel and objectives?"
The Mercenary's eyes widened and he flinched as the guards by the doors dripped their spears tighter. "Your Majesty! I... Please! H-"
But before he could beg for his life, the large door slammed open, and a tall, thin figure stalked into the dining hall. "Kyrin. We must speak." he glanced sidelong at the man, and lifted one thin brow. "Alone."
"Fine." The King flicked his hand. "You get to live another day, rat. This man has saved your life with his untimely entrance. Get out of my sight."
The Mercenary fell to his knees at the feet of his savior, reaching for his robe to thank him, but the other pulled his cloak out of reach and glared at him.
"Guards!"
The Mercenary fled the room, the guards following sternly, one with a half glance and a small nod at the foreigner, leaving the two men alone with one another's company. The King raised an eyebrow. "You're late, Eynalis."
"So, it seems I am." The elf strode toward the table, and took his seat at the king's right without waiting for permission. A long several-minute silence stretched between them.
They met gazes and his deep reddish eyes darkened.
"You killed one."
Kyrin shrugged, "So?"
"So, you've ruined everything. I've spread my men thin to cover our flank." His eyes seemed to stare right through the King's skin and right into his soul. "Strange, isn't it? You've shown our enemies where that is-" he gestured his knife to a golden pin that sat delicately over the King's heart, "-And now, they want revenge."
The King tried to speak but found he couldn't as some strange burning pain flared through his chest. Eynalis continued, peacefully cutting a piece of fish. "You forced me to play my most valuable card early, Kyrin. It is quite a costly consequence. Her flowers allowed me to shut you up in just a few minutes, after all."
"What... have you... done?" Kyrin choked, the pain slicing through his muscles, in raw burning fury, like lava beneath his skin, making it hard to move as he found his vision blurring and his mind growing cloudy from lack of oxygen.
The Elf dropped his fork onto the plate with a disgusted clatter and stood, "It won't kill you. But it will confine you to your bed. And while you're there, I suggest you think through what you have done. If you disobey me again, that weapon you forced me to use, will slit your throat instead. How about that? Hm?"
"GUARDS!" He turned, face contorting into a look of such genuine terror Kyrin almost thought he'd imagined his last words, only making out a few far-off mumbles before the last sentence. "It must have been that Mercenary!"
As the King slipped out of consciousness, he almost swore he saw Eynalis pat one of the guards on the back.
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