Draxis looked as though he knew what Sunderland meant.
”Of course captain, we have much to discuss. I shall meet you in the morning with my news, and you with yours. Rest well Ma’am.” He knew that she must have been referencing the unspeakable acts of the traitors, there must have been more than just that to trouble his captain so much, it would need to wait until the morning before Draxis could give a full report of his actions and his assessment of the group that he had put together. He just gave a slight nod and as he turned his horse around to retire to a nearby inn for the rest of the night.
The morning that it all changed
Draxis heard the distinctive sound of death bells ringing from the castle as he shot awake. He knew that this morning was not going to be as simple as a pass of orders, a report of his last mission and a report of his own dealings with his company of Templar. His morning ritual was rushed as he quickly dressed in his armor and equipped his sword to his hip and his shield on his back. His hair was a mess, but that wasn’t important, those bells and the sounds of shouts outside the inn were enough to forget that he had an appearance to make. The day had only begun and the castle was already in such an alarm.
As Draxis left the inn to tend to his steed, a militiaman ran past him, shouting something about the king and the missing prince, Davon. Draxis grabbed the man by his forearm before he got too far and looked the man dead in the eyes.
”What did you just say? The King? What has happened? And where is Davon? Surely he is just gone to do some more of his father’s good work for the people. Tell me!””Yessir, of course Sir! The king has been murdered, in his own bed chamber no less. The prince is missing as well, Sir. We must make haste to the castle, surely you must see the Captain.””Yes, I must. This matter is more urgent than most. notify these people here. Tell them to meet me at the castle. I will need their help as soon as possible. We will likely take our chance to aid the Captain as soon as the chance arises.” Draxis handed over a few pieces of paper with drawings of each Gale, Valerie and Camilla, with their names and ranks on the papers. Once the militiaman nodded and ran off to find the three, Draxis hopped up onto his horse, and rode towards the castle with as much haste as he could afford. There wasn’t anytime, his king was dead, and everything he had pledged his life to was falling to ruin. This was not the time for Draxis to worry about Camilla and how she had fared last night, the kingdom was about to fall into ruin.
Draxis rode into the castle courtyard and dismounted as soon as he reared the horse to a stop, sprinting into the castle and making his way to the main hall, looking around frantically for the Knight-Captain, hoping to get some answers, and soon. He grinded his teeth in frustration as he ran through the castle, until he stopped for a moment and leaned against the wall of a spiralling staircase.
”Dammit... everywhere I look, everyone is mourning the king, but I haven’t found Sunderland. Where the hell is she.”Draxis growled lowly before smashing his plated fist against the stone wall. He was upset that a man that he had looked up to and had always hoped would be the path to peace, had been murdered in cold blood.
”If I ever get my hands on his murderer… I’ll kill him… I’ll kill him. The king… Gregor...“He decided that he would make his way to the king’s chambers, Sunderland would likely be there to know the full truth of the situation. Draxis would be able to volunteer himself to find the murderer and bring justice, one way or the other. A few minutes of wandering passed and Draxis found himself at the doors to Gregor’s bedchambers, rounding the corner to see Evelyn and Princess Vanessa hugging over the body of the king. He bowed his head in respect, keeping his eyes from the mangled body of his beloved king.
”Knight-Captain… what is our move?”