"Silence!" the voice of the prince echoed through the thrown room, and at his call silence fell.  The young male looked down at the people bowed at his feet. 

"Please brother, I didn't...." begged the male hunched before him, dressed in the same royal blue as the man on the thrown.

"Brother? After what you did you have the audacity to call me family? You are quite laughable.  But still not enough to make you a jester" the prince leaned back, "now give me one good reason I shouldn't end you right here and now" his eyes drifted to the peasant boy that was kneeling next to the one on blue.

"Caldwell, please" his brother begged, but was silenced by just a glare from the elder.

"I asked the peasant.  He can talk correct?"

The peasant looked up.  He had long blond hair that had been tied back with ribbon. His cloths were tattered and he was covered in bruises. His eyes were a were a dark chocolate brown and burning with rage. "You have not given reason for us to be punished"

"Oh he's a smart one" the prince, Caldwell, said clapping his hands together with a laugh.  "Well I guess I will have to explain.  For you Mr. Edwin Warlock, you are here for crimes of thief, attempted murder, treachery, and the practice of witchcraft.  As for Cedric here" a wicked smirk spread across his face.  "Betrayal of the family and," he leaned closer "conspiring with the enemy"

Caldwell burst into a fit of laughter, it echoed along the the room and even the guards could tell there was an unhealthy amount of tension in the room. "Take them to the dungeon!" he ordered with a wave if his hands to the guards.  "and make sure you keep them as far away from each other as possible"

Cedric was pulled away screaming at the top of his lungs and trying to break the hold of the guard to reunite with the other.  Edwin did no fight, he only started to mumble something in his native tongue.

The Prince laughed as the two were dragged away, everything had worked. While he was older he was the bastard son of the king, and Cedric would normally have claim to the thrown. But that little freak as Caldwell would describe him, had just had to let his little secret slip. His blossoming relationship with the rat. That thief. That..... "Hazoren" he asked turning to the one remaining guards. "What was that thing he was saying?"

Hazoren didn't say anything, actually he was acting rather off. He was swaying slightly on his feet, his hand resting on his sword. No it wasn't, he was drawing his sword. He turned to face the prince who stumbled while trying to stand from his thrown. "Help!" He yelled starting to walk backwards. "Someone help!" he tried walking backwards to get away but ended up tripping over his cloak and falling to the floor.

Hazoren stalked closer to the prince, and brought down his sword expecting for a killing blow, but only managed a cut on his face before his arm completely froze.

Cladwell looked behind him to find a girl was raven black hair to be standing there sounded by a blue glow. "Your Majesty" she said with slight strain. "Run" Cladwell did not need to be told twice and made a brake for the door. His blood dripping a trail behind him.

(Hey there Humans, I had a lot of fun writing this, might just make a part two. Leave a vote if you want to see that. Or if you want to see this get it's own short book let me know in the comments. Thank you all so much for reading, it means a lot)