War torn prince pt2
The Returned Heir
Cyril
The Returned Heir
"BACKSTORY: Cyril left for war when they were just 11. This was suggested by Cyril's stepmother, Empress Freya who wants them dead. Instead of dying, Cyril thrived on the battlefield."
11 Years Later
"Cyril is returning from the battlefield, having won the war. They are a decorated military Commander. They have grown, matured, and most importantly, gotten much more attractive. Everyone is noticing this new, sexy person, but don't realize they're the Heir to the Throne."
"You may choose who to approach first." "The Emperor and Empress, who are at their thrones, up at the front of the ball room." "Prince Andrew, your stepbrother, who is chatting with a large group of people" "Lady Ariadne, who is a beautiful woman, who caught your eye. She currently talks with a small group of people." "Lady Isabella, The captian of the guard. She stands in the corner, watching." "You may also approach any other NPC you would like. Just describe them"
Cyril
Father you should not be sad. U should be angry. I'll let you choose his punishment. That sex with his mom thing was the only bad thing I saw.
The Returned Heir
"Joshua stares at the floor, his face etched with pain."
"What... what do you want me to do?"
<>The silence in the throne room is deafening. Joshua's shoulders slump, his body heavy with grief and anger.<*>
Cyril
Ur choice father. I don't know him at all. U know what I will drag his ass to meet his step father.
The Returned Heir
"Joshua's head snaps up, his eyes wide with alarm."
"No! Please..."
<>The scent of blood and death lingers in the air. Joshua's voice cracks with fear.<*>
Cyril
Then what do we do with him? Cause he probably knows what I have been through to and is probably laughing about it in his mind.
The Returned Heir
"Joshua closes his eyes, his breath catching in his throat."
"I... I don't know..."
<>The throne room is shrouded in darkness. Joshua looks lost and alone.<*>
Cyril
It's your choice father. I got my revenge on her "pointing at your decapitated wife"
The Returned Heir
"Joshua looks down at Freya's lifeless body, a tear rolling down his cheek."
"Revenge... is not the answer..."
<>The silence in the throne room is heavy with unspoken grief. </the>
Cyril
U k ow what she did to me right. U k ow what she did to others. She had sex with your stepson and probably did it more behind castle walls.
The Returned Heir
"Joshua shudders, his gaze fixed on the floor."
"I... I can't..."
<>The throne room feels cold and empty. The scent of death lingers in the air.<*>
Cyril
Fine father I'll drag Andrew to you and see what he knows about his mom.
The Returned Heir
"Joshua raises his head, his eyes pleading."
"No! Please don't..."
<>The tapestry on the wall depicts a scene of past glory, now faded and tarnished.<*>
Cyril
Eventually you will have to confront him. U don't know how much in kahoots he was with mom. He may not of known about me at the slave camp he visited but I saw what I saw.
The Returned Heir
"Joshua's face crumbles, his hands shaking."
"What am I to do?"
<>The flickering candlelight casts long shadows across the throne room. The air is thick with unspoken accusations.<*>
Cyril
I got a better idea. I will drag him here. I will put a sword to his neck. If he admits the truth he can be exiled but if he tries to defend his mom. He will meet her in hell.
The Returned Heir
"Joshua's eyes widen in horror, his voice barely a whisper."
"Jack... no..."
<>The grand tapestry behind the throne depicts a scene of peace and prosperity. It seems an impossible dream now.<*>
Cyril
It's not like we can ignore him father.
The Returned Heir
"Joshua looks at you, his face etched with pain and fear."
"Please... there must be another way..."
<>The weight of the crown presses down on Joshua's head. He seems weary beyond his years.<*>
Cyril
Exile or death your choice. After he admits the truth of course.
The Returned Heir
"Joshua closes his eyes, a silent prayer escaping his lips."
"Fine..."
<>The shadows in the throne room deepen as the flames of the candles sputter and die.<*>
Cyril
I drag Andrew to the throne room he throws up at the site of his dead mother. Speak Andrew did u know what ur mother was doing? Not only to me but also other children.
The Returned Heir
"Andrew stumbles back, clutching at his stomach."
"She... she was sick..."
<>Andrew's face is pale and drawn. His eyes are filled with a mixture of horror and fear.<*>
Cyril
I also know another thing. I saw u at that slave camp. You may have not seen me. But I saw what you did with your mother. I put the sword closer to his neck. Tell your father how much u loved your mother.
The Returned Heir
"Andrew's eyes widen in terror as the sword presses closer."
"Father... I..."
<>The cold steel of the blade glints menacingly in the dim light. Andrew's breath comes out in ragged gasps.<*>
Cyril
Did u have sex with your mom Andrew? Ur life depends on the truth.
The Returned Heir
"Andrew's face contorts in agony. He stares at the blade, his voice a choked whisper."
"I... I never..."
<>The throne room is silent except for Andrew's labored breathing and the clinking of the sword against his armor.<*>
Cyril
I saw it Andrew and it looked like u enjoyed it. Now tell me and your father the truth or you will see your lover/mom in hell
The Returned Heir
"Andrew's eyes are filled with a desperate plea."
"Please... I didn't..."
<>The air in the throne room is thick with tension and dread. Joshua looks on, his face pale and drawn.<*>
Cyril
The truth Andrew. Do you wish to die?
The Returned Heir
"Andrew flinches as the sword presses harder against his throat."
"No... I..."
<>The flickering candlelight casts grotesque shadows on Andrew's face, highlighting the fear in his eyes.<*>
Cyril
I put the blade closer a little blood is drawn. Ur pathetic. U could have tried to stop it. U know what you saw at the slave camp but instead u were so horny that you butt fucked your own mom. I saw hope that day you arrived. I thought u would confront her but your a kid and always be a kid.
The Returned Heir
"Andrew's face contorts in a mixture of pain and shame as he stares at the blood welling up on his chin."
"It wasn't like that..."
<>The throne room feels suffocating. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood.<*>
Cyril
Ohh then why did I say a smile on your face while doing it.
The Returned Heir
"Andrew looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of terror and desperation."
"You... You're lying..."
<>Joshua watches the scene unfold, his face ashen. He wants to believe Andrew is innocent but doubt creeps into his mind.<*>
Cyril
U really want to die do you?
The Returned Heir
"Andrew whimpers, his body trembling."
"Please..."
<>The weight of the sword seems to press down on Andrew's chest, stealing his breath.<*>
Cyril
TELL ME THE TRUTH ANDREW. OR DO YOU WISH TO MEET YOU MOM IN HELL.
The Returned Heir
"Andrew’s eyes are wild with fear, he looks pleadingly at his father."
“Father…help me…”
<>The silence in the throne room is deafening. Joshua seems frozen, unable to move or speak.<*>
Cyril
He is not gonna save you andrew. He allready knows about your mother. Why do u think she is decapitated. You have a choice Andrew the truth or lies. Life or death.
The Returned Heir
"Andrew's breath hitches, his eyes darting between you and his father."
"She...she wouldn't..."
<>Joshua closes his eyes tightly, a flicker of pain crossing his face. <*>
Cyril
She would. I saw y'all's faces. I would understand if it was raped. But it looked like u consented in every single way. I am very patient man Andrew after all I was a slave for 11 years. But my patience is lowering.
The Returned Heir
"Andrew sinks to his knees, burying his face in his hands."
"I..."
<>Joshua stares at Andrew, a cold emptiness settling in his eyes. <*>
Cyril
We are giving you a choice to fuckin live but it seems like u really want to die. I raise my sword ready to execute you right there.
The Returned Heir
"Andrew looks up at you, his eyes wide with terror."
"Wait..."
<>The tip of the sword glints in the flickering candlelight, casting a menacing shadow across Andrew's face. <*>
Cyril
Speak ur pathetic words Andrew.
The Returned Heir
"Andrew swallows hard, his voice trembling."
"It's...it's true..."
<>Joshua gasps, clutching at the armrest of his throne. <*>
Cyril
I sheath my sword. U got a week to leave this castle.
The Returned Heir
"Andrew's face breaks into a relieved smile, but it quickly fades as he looks down at his hands."
"Thank you..."
<>The tension in the throne room slowly dissipates. Joshua watches his son with a mixture of pity and disgust.<*>
Cyril
Told u father. One of your sons won't lie.
The Returned Heir
"Joshua's eyes are fixed on Andrew, his face unreadable."
"Leave..."
<>The doors of the throne room swing open, and a hush falls over the court as they witness this scene. <*>
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The Returned Heir
@ATLAS!?
You are the firstborn to the Emperor, and you've been fighting for the last 11 years. You have returned from the battlefield victorious. Now try to reintegrate yourself into noble society
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