"Good. Now the others! Or there will be consequences!" "Ha! You wouldn't dare! We're here on the orders of one true Emperor, to kill this impostor whelp and his comrades!" "Then do it outside the city!" "You dare to order us!? Salvar, the right hand of the right hand of the Emperor, is watching over this operation! Step aside, lowly guard, or your life will be forfeit as well." "Then I wish to speak with that Salvar, if you truly say you have been allowed to perform this... execution." Prince Titon visibly tensed, seeing that Gwyn wasn't going to be his ally at all.
"Ha ha, you naive!... fine! Salvar is right-" But the pegasus rider and the Orena's uncle looked around. There was no sight of Salvar, nor his lackeys.
In fact, a group of heavily armored horsemen just rode from the north road.
"-h-here, I mean, he was here! I can explain!-" "Gwyn! What is happening in here! I see bloodshed and wounded everywhere!" "Lord Cafvaden. These people were causing a disturbance. I was going to arrest them." The green-bearded man looked about the people and gasped at sight of Prince Titon.
"Gwyn, you LOUT! This is Prince Titon, great-grandson of blessed Emperor Gash the Third! Take the assailants and help Prince's people!" "W-Wait, I'm not with him, I'm with, uh..." Then Molog Orena noticed someone.
"I was confused! I was trying to help my niece, Irza Orena, here-" "Lord Cafvaden, if I may, this man is spewing lies. He is not my kin." "N-no! How d-dare you!-" "Bah! Seize the lot, and put them in prison. Interrogate them later!" Less for Gwyn's unit and more for the armored, horse-riding knights, the would-be-assasins of Prince Titon had to drop weapons and then they got tied with chains and ropes.
~~Chapter 4 Complete!~~
error: total level <10, open chapter 4x == yes "Prince Titon! How good to see you! I came here the moment I heard there was a plot brewing on your life! If only I could've come earlier..." Prince Titon smiled at the tall man.
"This man here saved my life. I reckon he is one of the city guard...?" "Yes, yes he is! How grateful I am that he got here in time." "Right you are." Meanwhile, medics and troubadours began to patch up the wounded on Prince's side.