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    [size=33pt]Kensington Octavian Knightlon[/size]



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    Warren Matthew Adkins
    Age: 25 years
    Personality: A man of few smiles with dead eyes. Warren was the second oldest of the former King's children. He decided he wanted to become the crowned prince so with his ambition clouding his judgement, he poisoned his older brother and than his father. If he sees you as a threat than he will dispose of you. He has no patience and is known to make rash and calculated decisions.

    Burning flesh filled my nose as I watched the flames dance around the kingdom. Screams could be heard from men, women, children and our elders. King Warren was to blame for this tragedy. He and his men had come in the night to destroy the kingdom I had grow very fond of. Reaching into my chest, I pulled out my sword with ease. There would be no way I would run and cower when my people were being slaughtered like pigs.
    Pushing past people running in the halls, I turned a corner finding two men cornering a woman and her infant. A glare formed on my features before my voice sounded through the halls "Hey pigs! Why don't you try someone with more experience.". The woman looked at me with wide eyes before begging "Princess please go!". My harsh gaze softened for a moment before I let out a battle cry and ran towards the two men. They drew their blades preparing for battle before my sword silenced them permanently. The woman smiled gently at me before running off to find shelter.
    For what felt like hours, I went through the kingdom battling King Warren's men. It felt awful to take a life but they were planning on taking mine and my people's and I wouldn't go without a fight. That's what my father had taught me. Entering the throne room I found my father yelling at two men to release my mother before a blade pierced her chest. I screamed in agony at the scene before me. The men laughed wickedly before doing the same to my father, his body falling to the ground in a heap. A sharp pain ached in my chest as I sobbed for my lost ones. A few men grabbed me, forcing me through the kingdom. Once they reached their destination, I was forced to my knees in front of the cruel monster, King Warren himself.

    King Warren, he liked that title, King. It sounded important and was perfect for a man of his caliber yes he may have had to murder a family member or two. Though it was all worth it to wear that beautiful golden crown and watch his country grown. Destia would thrive under his rule, no longer would they be the mockery of other kingdoms. One by one he was going to stomp than all out. Starting with Polaris of course. The only order he had given was leave no one who was worthless alive. Peasants, servants, and commoners were simple wastes. They would die first after all. The lordlings and Royals he might keep alive if, they didn't irritate him too much. Of course, the King and Queen were only good if their heads were mounted on spikes.


    So his reign of terror began. If he had no other talents he was an excellent strategist, all be it a very brutal one. It started by taking out guard towers and barracks. Setting fires and causing general mayhem out in the city. While that pulled attention away his most trusted men stormed the castle and had started to slaughter
    everyone. Warren had come in later with a force of men to kill any stragglers who made it out of the city. It was similar to setting a ship on fire and watching all the rats scurry out in panic. This was so much fun watching them scurry than easily slaughtering them. His cutlass was cover in fresh red blood with it also splattered on his armor which had the crest of a black panther on it.


    Wiping off his sword with a tattered piece of cloth he was listening as commanders came and went with reports of how things were progressing. His lips were drawn in a thin line. The Princess had managed to survive the on slot of soldiers and had gotten to Warren's only close friend. Watching them carry the man's slashed body away made him snort in disgust. This girl fancied herself a warrior did she? When she was brought before him the blonde brute scratched at his chin for a moment. The King seemed unmoved by anything about her. Towering over her he bent low for a moment to examine her after a moment he snorted again. "Bring her along." He ordered his men as he strode like a proud creature towards the center of the city. There an inn his officers were gathered all talking in low mumbles until he busted through the door. Warren ordered severl of his men to hold her as the former King's and Queen's bodies were hauled in and thrown down carelessly. Spitting on the Kings's body. His eyes glowed in the low fire light as his mailed hand plucked the crown from the King's head and chucked it into the flames. His eyes flowed dangerously and the men around him began to boom with laughter. Some even started to celebrate with toasts.


    King Warren strode back over to Princess Orianna. "There goes your precious kingdom up in smoke." He said in a cold dead tone. He could care less of who he hurt and quite enjoyed watching his enemeies squirm. Originally he had planned to simply kill her here and now with all his commanders there to watch. Now though, he had different plans for her. He would make her a trophy. No use wasting such a beautiful face. "Put her in chains and than load her up. I have business to attend to in the capital." With that order the men put her in shackles before hauling her after the king as he went to his horse.

    Kensington began fighting against the men as her parents were thrown to the ground. At the King's words, she spit in his face before being hauled off. She thrashed around for a while before simply giving them the death glare. Horror filled her eyes as she looked at Polaris, completely destroyed. Anger filled her to the core at his actions. She wouldn't let these animals see her weak. "You will burn alive for what you have done. I'm going to enjoy watching the light leave your eyes." she hissed angrily before she was chained to a horse's reigns and dragged along. She glanced around one last time before looking forward, her head held high. 'You cannot be weak Kensington. You're a princess. Act like one.' she told herself. "Give me the worst you've got. You can't break me." she remarked snarkily.

    Warren had simply wiped off the spit from his cheek and mounted swiftly on to his courser. He glanced back with ice chips for eyes as the Princess was chained to a horse. "And I will enjoy watching you try dear Princess." He boomed and turned his horse sharply. Any fear of death had left him long ago. If he was going to h*ll for his sins anyways he was going to prolong his life and cause pain and suffering for those around him. "Letting you rot will be sufficient enough for me." With that his spurs licked into the sides of his mount. The horse Orianna was tied to felt the pull of the rope and thundering off as well.

    Orianna grunted at the swift movement before running to keep up with the horse. A glare burned in her eyes as they remained locked on King Warren. After a long night's journey, Orianna was sufficiently covered with dirt and mud and felt completely disgusted but she never let any emotion show. She wouldn't give them privilege. Orianna huffed in annoyance as the guards unchained her from the horse, laughing. A guard got a little too handsy for Orianna's taste, a sly smile forming on her lips. "You like that?" the guard mocked stepping closer. Orianna's smile turned to a smirk before she reared her head back and nailed the guard in the nose, blood spluttering on her face. "Next time, keep your hands to yourself, pig." she snapped angrily before kicking the guard who was holding his nose in the groin.
    A pleased smile came over her features as two guards rushed to grab her arms. Her sea blue eyes met Warren's, the smile still etched on her face, "Welcome to your worst nightmare, King" she spat the words at him. The guards began to tow her away towards the dungeons and not once did she stop fighting them. It wasn't until she was thrown into a dungeon cell that she stopped. She glared at the men as they slammed the door in her face. "Starve her for a few days. See if she still has that spirit." a man told the post guard with a spit in her direction. She smirked before shooting him the bird. They wouldn't break her, she wasn't something to be tamed and she would make sure they knew it.
    The sound of a sob broke her from her glaring contest with the guard as she looked around. "Hello?" she called out. The small face of a child peered through the bars connecting their cells before gasping "Princess Orianna?". A small smile played on her features looking at the small girl. "Hello. Your one of the maids children, yes? Lily I believe?" she responded moving closer to the cell bars. Her hand gently held the child's as Lily nodded her head. "I thought I was the last one." she sobbed before Orianna hushed her in a gentle way. "I wouldn't let them take me without a fight. We're strong Lily. You and I. We have to be. For the sake of our kingdom, we have to stay strong. It's the only way we can survive this." she comforted the girl running her fingers through her messy hair. Lily nodded slowly before Orianna began to hum an old song of the Polaris people. Slowly, Lily's eyes began to flutter shut sleep capturing the child before claiming Orianna as well.

    Warren had swung off his horse and seemed to give little care to her exchange with the guards. Men did chuckle at the guard who was kicked. Without a word and walking with purpose he snatched his cutlass from his horse. All eyes followed as drew the sword with ease. Most stared at the Princess expecting him to use the blade on her. Instead Warren continued to basically ignored the girl and seized the guard and threw him like a limp rag doll to the floor. After being stunned for a moment the guard opened his annoying mouth to try and beg. Not giving him the pleasure the cutlass sliced the guard's thrust and left him bleed out. Snorting in utter disgust he turned to address all the men. "Think about taking advantage of the girl will have you end up like him. The next death will be much more finishing." The whole courtyard seemed to shiver at his powerful voice. Turning briefly to Orianna the King stared at her coldly. "Nightmares require fear." Signaling for the guards to haul her away the King of Destia turned and walked inside with his usual proud stride.


    Going to his quarters momentarily he peeled off his armor and wiped his sword clean. Changing into more regal attire. In honesty at the moment, the King saw her as nothing more than a trophy. Striding out of his room the young man with dead cold eyes headed to the dungeon. Getting a good view Warren watched the proceedings. Hard to break she said. A fat lie when there was her greatest weakness right there. Still, there was no was emotion on his face as he turned to talk with the Captain of the Guard who had also come to see the show. They walked up the stairs together before he said anything. "Whoever captured that girl gets a skin of wine. Also, a cell all to themselves. Throw them in for disobeying orders. Bring any other children you manage to wrangle and aren't too bothersome to the cells near her. Starve the royal make sure the little brat doesn't die." With those orders being carried out Warren gave a brief smile of satisfaction. The Princess had basically rolled over and showed him her underbelly.


    Children were useless to him. The only thing they were good for was carrying on bloodlines. That girl that had been locked down there should have been slaughtered right along with any of the other vermin. But, now since the Princess showed clear feelings for the child so he would take advantage of that fact. Having completely washed up he became a little bit less imposing when not covered in blood. There wasn't much that could be done as far as business went except to wait. King Warren found himself down in the dungeons again not really for any particular reason. He just happened to let his mind guide him here. Standing in front of the Princess' cell leaned up against the wall he watched her with his ice blue eyes.

    Orianna shivered in the cold of the night, her eyes opening slightly. She yawned with a small stretch before noticing Warren. A glare etched it's way onto her features. "Come to gloat?" she questioned with a tired sigh. She slowly removed her hand from the child's before standing up to stretch properly. "It would be nice to at least have some clean clothes. And would it kill you to give Lily a blanket? She's freezing." she stated with a glance at the shaking girl. She sighed shaking her head. "I get it. Why you are so cold. Everyone knows the story of your father and brother's death. Your brother was the first in line so to gain the crown he had to be disposed of, but once your father found out, he was never going to give you the crown ending in his death as well. You wanted the power. Same fate with Polaris. Power. But do you ever just get tired of doing exactly what everyone expects from you?" she asked with a quiet voice.
    She sat in front of her bars to look at him more clearly. She continued "When people hear the name King Warren fear immediately controls their body. While yes, it gives you the upper hand with your enemies but what about your people? Don't you want them to have faith in you instead of fearing you? King Warren you may be a cold-hearted man and you killed most of my people but there has to be more in your life than pain and misery. You cannot be that awful of a man to have no remorse, no self-conscious, no purpose besides causing pain and destruction.".

    Warren slowly watched her not saying much as she went on her rant. Sighing softly he was tired but, not for some deep moral issue but, because it had been a long night and a exhausting ride back to the kingdom. Now he had her preaching at him. With a small sigh he turned to the cell block guard. "Well you heard the woman she gets whatever she wants." He mumbled and got a strange look from the guard. "A blanket you utter lackwit!" He roared and the guard scurried off like a cockroach. "Funny how you think you know why I do everything I do. The stories are true but, really are only designed to make my father and brother to look like marters while I'm the villain twirling my mustache." His answer has a bitter undertone. There was more to the stories than anyone really knew.


    As she moved in front of the bars his blue eyes followed her movements. When the guard appeared back with a blanket. Taking the guard's keys he unlocked the little girl's cell and draped the blanket over the child with surprising care. Leaving the cell he shrugged slightly."I'm damned one way or another." His tone stated it like a known fact. "You haven't seen my people. Maybe my life is destruction and suffering who can tell at this point." King Warren was watching her with mild curiousity before leaning over to the guard and the guard scuttered off again.

    Taking a deep breath at his words, Orianna sighed heavily. She was conflicted. This man had murdered his father and his brother, yet here she was thinking that he could be saved. The man before her had his family and hers on his hands. Why was she even trying? A clear memory came into her mind, zoning her out completely.


    "We mustn't blame those who have done us wrong. There is always a light inside of everyone, Orianna. You must remember that. Some of our people do not have the best past like we have, my dear one. There are some that have had it far more fierce than we. We must not let their past cloud our judgements on what their future could be. Your great grandfather was a poor man. Hadn't a stitch of clothing besides what he wore but he never let it effect him. When he met your great grandmother, the two were inseparable. He was her servant and she was a princess. Not everyone is as gifted. Do not judge Orianna." her mother spoke to her firmly.


    Sighing once more, she shook her head. "I don't believe that. I don't believe that you only want to cause pain and destruction. I can't. Many would call me crazy for this but I don't believe that King Warren. Tell me, what do you truly want? I'm a prisoner in your kingdom. The enemy. Yet here I am, alive and well. Besides needing a bathe. So tell me King Warren, if all you truly desired was pain and destruction why am I alive? Why did you give Lily a blanket simply because I requested it? You must be a good man deep down in order to cover a cold child or spare my life when you have no reason to care if I live or die." she spoke calmly and softly, inching closer to the bars, her hands on her lap.

    Warren watched her with an unmoved gaze. He was the bad guy in the story, the one who was supposed to go mad and be brought down in the end. Was that not how every other cliche in this kinds of tales go? Looking down at his course hand for a moment as literal blood would appear on them at the sheer mention of his brother or father. When none appeared the King easily raked a hand through his blonde chopped hair. For a few silent moments his eyes did not leave her continuing to look at her as if watching her long enough would explain her strange theories and ideas on who he secretly was.


    A stifled chuckle came from his chest as he heard her say she didn't believe him. "I would call you crazy because I have already told you what I am." Why was he staying here to be lectured by his prisoner? Why had he covered a child in a blanket when it didn't make any difference to him? He blamed on that little bit of humanity that would not die. No matter what he did this one small part would not wither away like all the rest of his heart and souls had. Infuriating really to have this one small weakness when Warren was supposed to be the ultimate evil. "What I truly want? I want to build a strong and feared nation that my people can be proud of." It wasn't exactly a ground breaking revolution but, it wasn't more wishes of death and destruction. His mind screamed and ordered him to leave but, that little ounce of hope was strong and overrode his common sense and kept him talking. "You're no longer a threat wasting energy trying to destroy you or a child is hardly worth my time." In his own mind spending time on already neutralized threats was useless. His voice was thin from the wear and tear and it was likely he barely realized the fact he was sort of opening up in a way. It would have appalled him if he truest realized it.

    Orianna smiled softly. "King Warren, there is humanity in you. If i'm going to be trapped down here, i'm going to find out more about Warren. Not the King or who he used to be. I want to know about Warren. Call me crazy all you desire. Goodnight Warren." she replied tiredly. She got up, rubbing her cold arms before curling up beside Lily's bars, her hand resting on the child's once more. "Why did you throw me down here? Most King's would have paraded me like a trophy of their victory or at least make me a servant. You're different, Warren." she whispered, her eyes starting to close. Her breathing became even before it was known that she was asleep.

    He watched her for a moment until she had drifted off. Sighing he decided it best to get rest himself. His second in command could make decisions while he rested. War was a taxing thing and drained him all life for a short while. Orianna had found her way into his head and had peaked at least some sort of interest. She was so bizarre in her complete change from out there to now. The question that bothered him was the one only she could answer. Why did she no hate him? What made her care even a little bit about him. The crazy woman had wished him good night! With a sigh of frustration and exhaustion he strides into his room and shut the door. Than like a castle collasping he flopped down on to his large bed.

    The next morning, Orianna was greeted with a guard yelling "Wake up! Food is here!". She groaned softly before her eyes met Lily's. A guard was placing a tray in her cell before locking it again. No other tray was in sight. She glared at the guard before he snarked "No food for you princess.". She laughed humorlessly. "You think i would actually take food from you? For all i know it could be poisoned." she snapped angrily. Lily tempted to offer her food before Orianna shook her head with a smile "Eat little one. You need it more than I.". Lily hesitantly began eating a sad expression etched on her face. Orianna leaned her back against the cell wall, beginning a glaring contest with the guard.

    In the morning light he felt much more like himself again. He got himself ready dressed in what would be considered appropriate for a king. One thing he never wore was a crown. Strolling down the halls he took a turn into the kitchens. Like a little child raiding the kitchen he quickly snatched an apple and was about to leave when the head cook caught him and gave him a plate of rich pastries and bread saying he needed lots of energy. The king simply nodded and took the tray although having nointentions of eating any of it. As he had emerged from the kitchen a guard ran to him saying the princess was being disrespectful. Warren gave him the most serious look before slapping the guard square across the face. "I don't care if she's yelling and acting like an idiot! Get out of my sight before I gut you myself!" He growled and watched the man sulk away. Weak was not allowed in his men.


    Still, he went down to the dungeons tray still in hand. Watching the little girl for a moment he took the keys from one of the guards. When Warren looked at the girl there was a clear scowl on his face. He towered over the little thing as he picked up her tray his cold eyes glowing with anger. Than after a moment he set down the tray of sweets and bread without a single word and he barely even looked at Lily. Locking the door behind him he looked down at the tray. Than as if without any real thought threw the tray at the wall right behind the closest guard. "Bring something that hasn't been eaten by rats." The guard flinched but, grumbled something under his breath. When Warren placed his hand on his cutlass handle his message was clear. The guard walked swiftly away. Growling slightly he looked down at the spilled food and a shattered plate. He leaned against the wall and said absolutely nothing.