Winter Storms (Male Main Needed!!!) PAFP!!!

Egil sheathed his owned blade. It wasn’t an exciting bit of training, but he did see slight improvement after several hours. Yawning to himself he started to make his way off the field before stopping to consider her invitation. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. I know you are just dying to spend time with me.” A teasing smile appeared on his face. The King’s other option for spending the evening was having Eske try to visit him until he agreed to give him an audience. Sending the generals off on errands meant he’d also lost his drinking buddies. “I don’t have to worry about Eske’s endless yammering at least, you are good repellent it seems.” He hadn’t missed the glares the man was giving her recently, but he also found it quite useful that he could avoid Eske simply by spending time with the princess. He’d probably use that as his excuse for spending time with her so often. “I’ll ask you now so I’m not surprised in the morning. Do you intend to sneak out to the streets every morning?” He asked as they walked looking ahead with his hand resting easily on his sword hilt. The castle halls were almost entirely deserted considering how late of an hour it was. Egil sighed with silent relief, he enjoyed the silence occasionally as well.

Egil looked ahead as they walked, although he did give the briefest of smiles at her asking him to join on her next morning escapade. With quiet footsteps he offered a light shrug. “I might come up with a reason.” It wasn’t a guarantee, but he supposed she had a point in the fact he needed to interact with the people more here. The King did completely stop to turn to look at her as she thanked him. Quickly playing this thought off he continued to walk towards the kitchen. “I did not ever think I would hear those words come out of your mouth.” His tone was more light and less serious at first before they turned the corner. “Peace comes at a high cost.” He responded simply as they entered the kitchens. He avoided any mention of the woman that he might have waiting for him somewhere. He didn’t want to have a woman wait. A woman waiting for him would most likely have to wait in vain. There had been women that had promised to wait for him and he had laughed and told them not to bother. He stood back watching the women bustling around the kitchen hurrying to fill the order. Taking the basket that was produced, with the wine and meat neatly wrapped he gave a slight nod before he pushed his way out of the kitchen.

“These people need to learn to make a real drink. This is as weak as water.” He shook his head picking up the bottle as they walked. Plopping it back in the basket he walked along in silence. Thinking about the women he’d left behind. Glancing over at Kensi he was fairly sure he would simply part ways with her in the end. Egil shook his head when he felt a slight twinge of disappointment at the thought. Why should he care? He pondered this question as they walked along.

Egil recongized the slight hint of disappointment in her face before she was able to mask it completely. It struck him tha she was disappointed in the fact he didn’t deny it. Tabling this realization for a moment he followed her into the room chuckling a little at the description of the men prancing about pretending to be drunk. “I’ve seen women take one sip and that was enough to make them stumble about and swore they were drunk. Granted Torin alcohol is much stronger.” He tried to carry on the light conversation, it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things if she cared about him or not. At the moment though he couldn’t quite convince himself of the pointlessness of even acknowledging her changing feelings or his own for that matter. “You mentioned a women waiting for me. I will not have any woman wait on me. “ Shrugging to play it off as casually as possible he did not want her thinking he was saying it for her sake. Pulling out the bottle of wine he pulled out two glasses with it. Pouring one for himself he then offered one to her as well.

Egil had just ripped off his first taste of food in several hours when the door was opened. Snapping his head around to look at the man it was clear that if it wasn’t important he would regret disturbing him at this late of hour. He stood himself up with a silent grumble sighing at her explanation. “I wonder how thick his head must be, to come here and demand anything of me.” His hand rested on his sword hilt. There was a dangerous glower in his eyes as he glanced over his shoulder at the princess clearly expecting her to come, but his eyes were blazing in anger. Egil had never taken kindly to being told what he could and couldn’t have and it was only agrivated over the fact this boy seemed to think he had any right to the princess now, after the Eastern Kingdoms had failed to do anything thus far to help the Arathem people. Striding out into the hall he motioned to one of the guards. “Let the princeling in and one man of his choosing, if anyone else is with him they stay outside the gates. Bring them to the Grand Hall.” The muscles in his jaws were clenched and as he pushed the doors open and stepped into the room Eske was already barking orders and trying to get things under control. Growling Egil glowered his direction. “I hope you have some excuse for letting enemies get to my gates without any resistance.” Hissing the man grabbed Eske’s collar before releasing it again as a guard came in leading the prince inside. Unclamping his hand from Eske’s neck he stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

Egil already had his hand resting on his blade as the prince was brought in so, he was able to bring it from its sheath without much trouble as she made her way over to him. The King frowned, but allowed her to go since this wasn’t his fight yet. His eyes narrowed however when the prince grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. He stepped down stalking his way forwards as the guards around him all drew their weapons as well. He paused though as he heard the loud crack and the man clutched his nose letting out a yowl of pain. Egil nodded his approval before coming to stand beside her holding his sword close to the man’s chest with a sigh of disappointment. “I was at least hoping that you weren’t a complete and utter fool, but I was proven wrong.” He pressed his blade harder into the man’s chest drawing blood. “Your Magesty wait!” Eske was practically screaming hurrying over with his hands flailing in the air. “He could serve as a better hostage then as a corpse.” Eske was clearly trying to bargain for this prince’s life. Narrowing his eyes Egil’s sharp gaze was enough to shut the man up. He turned to look at the princess. “He is your dearly beloved. Make a choice.” He lowered his sword the tiniest bit turning his attention to her. Egil wasn’t typically willing to give up a kill, but he figured it was better to let the princess have the choice.

Egil watched the man fall to the ground wiping a bit of blood that had splattered on to his face. Drawing back his sword he frowned to himself. Eske narrowed his eyes as she barked orders scowling rather then doing anything himself. Egil wheeled around to face him with burning eyes. “Go.” He growled holding on to his sword hilt. There was a momentary pause in which Eske looked up at Kensington with pure hatred before making his way out of the room before the King delivered on his silent threat. Stalking back towards the throne he sat down as well shifting again. Looking down at the corpse now in the middle of the Great Hall he sighed loudly before turning back to the woman seated beside him. “You got to have all of the fun.” He pointed out before an amused look came over his face. Turning to look at the guards still present he motioned to the body. “Get it out of here. It would be considerate if we delivered the body back to the Eastern Kingdoms wouldn’t it?” A dark laugh rumbled in his chest. He could set his sights to the East now and take it with little trouble. He had wanted to take Arathem’s military strength out of the East’s control before they took it for themselves. He was anxious to travel again, but he knew it would most likely not be much of a fight if there was one at all.

Egil chuckled shaking his head a light smile with a bit of a twisted sense of amusement seeing the fact she wasn’t afraid after killing a man. “No, its not. He was foolish enough to come here, he needed to perish one way or another.” The man tone was rather callused about the man’s fate now. “That wine is even starting to look more promising then it had before.” Scratching at his chin he stepped away from the thrones and began to make his way out of the room. As soon as they had left the Great Hall he stopped to make sure no one was listening currently. “You defended yourself well.” Egil gave as a compliment not bothering to hide the fact he was impressed that she was able to protect herself against the prince and ended his life without much trouble at all. It was something he found impressive and not something he would have expected when he first saw the princess with her cobbled together sword raised above her head.

A lot would had changed in a very short time. This was what took up most of his attention as he walked through the torch lit corridor. He would be lying if he claimed to have no attachment to Kensi. Shaking his head Egil glanced down the hall as they neared his own chambers. “I suppose this is farewell until tomorrow.” He said with a shrug as he went to stand in front of his door turning to face the princess, taking a pause to appreciate the glow of the torches making her fiery red hair stand out even more.

Left utterly dumbfounded he had nothing to say as she hurried away to leaving him to touch the cheek she had kissed. Whatever feelings he was trying to deny himself of having started to bubble to the surface even more. Frowning he shook his head and stalked into his room slamming the door behind him. This was the last thing he needed on his mind. The guards he had assigned to watch over Kensi seemed to be more vigilant then the ones before as when they heard the glass shatter they pulled open the doors only to find the princess collapsed with the remains of the glass around her. One of the men went to check her condition while the other ran off to fetch Egil. The loud banging on his door drew the man up as he pulled it open to see a frantic guard. “The princess.” Was all he got out before Egil came into the hallway practically knocking him right off his feet. Egil sprinted down the hall to her chambers finding the large gathering around the princess. “Move!” He roared crouching down to examine her unconcious body. Scooping her up gingerly in his arms he turned to his men who were standing around in shock. “Bring every healer we can find. I want to know what is wrong with her.” He barked orders while going to lay her on the bed.

While the commotion was going on the note that had been on her nightstand was snatched up by a bribed guard. Egil would recongize Eske’s writing for sure. Crouching down he put his hand on her forehead his face darkening in worry as he felt how much she was burning up. He didn’t move from his spot until a healer arrived looking exhausted in their night clothes. Egil waved them in to examine the princess practically hovering nearby and causing the healer’s hands to shake from his constant gaze.

When he smelled the bitter remnants left on the glass shard. His eyes were narrowed to slits looking up at the healer clearly holding back blind rage from the fact that the healer couldn’t do anything without knowing what she had been poisoned with. “Do whatever it takes!” The King grabbed the healer’s collar. “If she willl die, then you die.” Releasing him Egil briefly walked over to her bed side touching her cheeks that were burning up. Drawing back his hand he turned away stalking out the room. Gathering up the guards he was deathly serious. “Lock down the castle. Bring everyone to the Great Hall.” Moving out of the room he stalked into the Great Hall as the guards were rushing about to get his orders out. Sitting down on the throne there were people being herded into the room, servants, guards, and high ranking members of the Torin army. Eske stumbled in almost last with a rather perturbed look on his face scowling at the crowd before going to stand close to Egil’s throne. The King stood up once the doors were drawn shut. A hush ran over the crowd all eyes turning to Egil.

“Princess Kensington was found after having her wine poisoned. The coward should come forwards now.” There was a shocked mummer, but no one stepped forwards. Eske yawned loudly earning him a glower from the King as he continued to stand waiting for an individual to come forwards, with his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

His questioning was getting no where and it was clear the people were both growing worried for their own safety the longer this went on and if the princess died there was no telling what the King would do. Eske didn’t seem nearly as worried though, more just irritated with the whol affair. “If she isn’t strong enough to fight it then she was meant to die.” Eske waved his hand in the air dismissively, with droplets of sweat collecting on his brow. Egil scowled narrowing his eyes. “Tell the healer it might be a Torin poison.” He called out to one of the guards who bowed his head and hurried out the door. It wasn’t much to go on, but Torins weren’t big on poisons either. There were only three main kinds, two were simply for putting victims to sleep, there was lethal kind that they used to rituals when deciding who was strong enough to lead. Egil sat back down in his throne scratching at the edge of his beard. Eske was notably growing more agitated by the minute, but Egil seemly ignored him for the time being waiting for any word from the healer. He hoped that it would work. His heart twisted a little again at the thought of loosing her.