Last one - YWS Flash Fiction stuff. >.> I could expand more on this, but...500 words or less. Word limits. x.x
Honour & Duty
Khalid lounged on his throne, both legs thrown over one arm while he kept half an eye on his cousin, who lingered in the hidden doorway to his left. The throne room was mostly empty, except for the stupid man in armour approaching the dias. Khalid kept his mouth shut and his expression bored, though his eyes were sharp and had already noticed that the man was limping. He hoped Mikel would stay where he was and let him deal with the man.
Finally, the limping knight--because who else wore armour anymore--reached the base of the dias steps and dropped down onto one knee. Khalid stared at him. “Your Highness,” the man said, somewhat breathlessly. Khalid snorted. “You called for me?”
A glance at Mikel showed him that the boy was worried. Would the man do as they asked? Khalid decided to tempt fate and sighed, shifting his position on the throne until his feet hit the floor with a slight thump. “Sir Issur,” he said, bringing the man’s head up. “Louarn, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve called for you.”
Issur blinked and then inclined his head. “I am, Your Highness.”
Khalid cast a glance towards his cousin. Mikel was frowning. He dragged his attention off him, wary of the knight’s gaze on him. Issur, thankfully, did not follow the prince’s gaze. Khalid relaxed, but only slightly. He was still wary of everything in the palace since he’d been in Jakome’s hands for a little over a year. “I want to you hunt something for me.”
There was a moment of stunned silence before Issur exclaimed, “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” Khalid snapped, planting his hands on the arms of the throne and leaning forwards. “I want you to hunt someone down for me.” He inhaled deeply before exhaling. It was hard to voice, this desire of his. “Can you do that?”
Issur seemed to consider the prince’s words for a moment, frowning. He glanced around, gaze flickering to where Mikel was hidden, just out of view, before focusing on Khalid again. “Uh, I don’t see why I can’t,” he said, and cleared his throat. “Although, Your Highness, you said someone this time, when before, you said something. I can’t help but wonder if you haven’t made up your mind?”
Khalid was silent for a long moment, leaning back in his throne. He tried to calm the storm brewing inside him, but it seemed to bubble up and over regardless. Fog appeared on the edges of the room and rolled inwards, towards the prince and the knight. From the corner of his eyes, Khalid saw Mikel wince. “Are you questioning me?” he asked, voice low and dangerous.
“No! No, Your Highness, I would never!” Issur was panicking. Khalid ignored it and dismissed him, naming who he wanted dead. Issur bowed his head and murmured his assent before rising. Then he turned and left.
Mikel moved to Khalid’s side. “Do you think he knows what he’s getting into?”