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Menna watched the villagers come for requests, unsure of how she was supposed to act. In Doko she's be staying silent and nodding in agreement with whatever her father had said. Was that all she was supposed to do here as well? She had to keep up the ruse that Skyron was indeed in charge. But she paused when he held up a hand to stop the farmer. She only relaxed slightly when the man smiled. Despite her best efforts, she still wasn't easy around him. It helped that Oban was nearby, even if she couldn't actually acknowledge him. She just managed to make out Oban's message. But the question was, would Skyron follow it?

Menna stared ahead carefully as Oban spoke. Garnoff might not have been in the iron grip of a tyrant, but court gossips were everywhere. Showing too much favor to a man you weren't married to (or everyone did not think you were married to) was fodder for vicious rumors.

"We have to set up a precedent." She said slowly, thinking through everything as she said it. "Once Skyron has asked for my opinion on various matters and it becomes clear that it's what the king desires, I would be able to speak more freely. Until then, it would look like I was disrespecting him." It wasn't an equal system, but it was one she'd grown up around. The only difference was her father only appreciated her opinion when she was agreeing with him. She was slightly surprised that Oban was so unsure. Although the queen was more keen to talk about Skyron and her gown than political matters. Perhaps she just did not care to assist.

After hours of spreading malicious rumors and giving off a jewel or two to ensure it was done, his work was finished. He had to report to Skyron somehow. Although the rumors spread like wildfire, it might take a few days to reach the royal court's gossiping ears. He, although did not think this too much as assassin's work, the amount of jewels in the bag had allotted time in his schedule for such work.

And, he finally heard the rumors come back. All about Oban cheating on someone when he was younger, to all the way that he was planning on overthrowing Skyron. He heard them everywhere, and looks on their faces told him they believed. "The bigger the lie, the more likely people are to believe it. And these lies are going to be passed like fact soon after this day..." Micheal cackled before coughing and looking around, to make sure no one heard him.

He had a mission, and he finished it dutifully. It was a picture perfect example of what money can do. But was he thinking of morals at the moment? No, he was thinking of the amount of money he would be able to rake in, and the trust of Skyron he would earn. Obviously a reliable hand was one you can trust, even though there would be suspicions of him assassinating the prince, it would never happen. He wasn't as sly enough to pull of that magic trick. Rokan, as he learned, was he shape-shifting maid. And soon after Skyron was officially king, he would dispatch Rokan. He would try and interfere in the master plan, he knew it. He was simply too bad to ignore this.

As a crowd gathered into the square, their eyes rising upwards to face the temporary king's as he stood before them, the muttering of the citizens filled the air as they discussed the possible announcement which Skyron Sorrian was about to make. As their ruler stepped forth towards the podium from which most decrees had been declared, the people suddenly hushed, their voices put out like the flames of a candle.

"Good people of Garnoff... As word may have reached your ears..." He paused, taking on a discomforted expression as he let the rumors emerge to the surface of their thoughts. "For I know it has reached my own....I declare that the king shall have his own personal guard...so as to protect from all forms of danger." The mass of people shifted visibly, as the unease settled in with most, and the idea of this new group took hold. "This group will be known as the Hunters...and shall be headed by a man known as Micheal, an comrade I have learned to trust."

A group of armored men then stepped forth, previously hidden behind a wall of Silver Knights. These men rattled as they marched, their armor covering nearly their entirety with plated red and silver. Upon their breast plates, a chimera roared, an interesting choice of symbol for the Hunters due to the fact that Garnoff's lore showed great disfavor with the beast. These red and silver men were armed with apparently the most valuable weapons that could be found within the kingdom, and some even appeared to withhold powers of Dengen. The Hunters were a fierce force to behold.

"Thank you..." Skyron waved to the crowd of people as he and his new found escort left from the city square. A wide smirk could be seen upon the features of the false king, for he had created his own loyal guard lead by the very man he had once hired to slay his brother. A suiting reward for the good work the dark mercenary had displayed thus far. After all, who would not desire to command over such skilled warriors.

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"What was that all about?" Oban asked his brother, his arm thrusting aside in an exaggerated gesture. "What need do we have for more guards ranks, especially to protect the king. All of Garnoff bows to you, and it's Silver Knights have sworn loyalty willingly to me, what enemies do we have unless you create them? By increasing protection for the king you show distrust of the people, and it is the people themselves who have brought this family to where we are today." The true heir scolded his brother for creating this sign of distrust, and for wasting valuable resources on useless additions, but none of it seemed to phase the false king. The amount of apathetic feeling towards the subject could not be stated more clearly by the taller of the twins had the young prince literally brushed his shoulder at the notion.

"I believed it necessary, and even if I wasn't king I could have still created the Hunters for myself." Skyron replied, though in truth his argument was somewhat childish, and solved nothing. Oban simply shook his head at the words, realizing now more than ever why Lucheston had proclaimed him as heir. He was far too humble before, but now as the lord was placed in a position of authority he could see what his father had before him.

"I ask you as a brother...to seek my council upon such decisions." With that the Sorrian left his foolish elder sibling be...

As the sun over Garnoff began to settle beyond the horizon, the young heir to the throne let his head fall into his hands. Since Skyron's sudden decision he had been pondering. What if my brother is not so contempt as I was...what if he wishes to be king...what if he plans to be king. Suddenly angry at himself however, Oban thrust those thoughts aside, for he felt that trust was a very important thing among rulers.

"What right do I have to believe my brother would betray me. We've grown up together equally, and he shall lose nothing from father's decision." The lord ran his fingers through his hair, as if the action could rub away the thoughts which itched at his mind even still. The air in the room seemed stale to him, and he would have left the place had he simply felt the energy to rise to his feet. A moment later however, he was given the incentive he required to move.

The young maid which had served his wife in the recent days burst through the door, seeming in a hurry. Surprised at the sight of the wise king to be, the maid gave a hasteful curtsy before addressing her lord.

"Prince Oban, my lady wishes to speak with you immediately." The words, though spoken in a soft voice, which seemed to wish more than anything to be distant, they filled the lord with enthusiasm. Oban hadn't seen his wife that day aside from her presence and discussion within the throne room that day, and was eager to see her once more. As he further examined the maid's features however, it became unfortunately clear to the man that he would not be seeing her in a pleasant situation.

"Come, I'll meet with her immediately. "

The trail between start and destination had once again been uneventful, which continued to be seen as good fortune toward the traveler. Perhaps there was a chance that that mage had left him alone for good? ...No, not even close. And once again, his mind had wandered far away from that concern as he stepped into the gates of another place. This time... it was Garanoff.

There wasn't much he could say about the place, his ideas and thoughts never based on emotional joys or sorrow. With a shrug to the sights, he proceeded into the city, his walk taking him around the place. He passed many locations, one of them being the well-heard castle. At one point, his path took him past what appeared to be a female knight speaking to a figure, though what this argument may have been had no importance to him. Continuing on from there, he soon passed by a place resembling a shop. Of what kind, he didn't know at first glance. As before, he had every intention of passing it by.

Passing by the shop without much distraction, Chris continued his walk through the town in silence. Thoughts and questions began to form in his mind as he did so. The most curious of the group being how the guards of this grand city didn't question him about the weapon he wielded and what his intention with it would be. It wasn't like he cared about whether this happened or not... he just didn't think a confrontation like that would be necessary. Regardless of this fact, he continued on, sliding in to an alleyway as to take a shortcut to the next street.

Upon exiting, he found himself in what could have been considered a city square. It appeared to be the kind of place where speeches of various sorts were given and, from the looks of it, one was about to begin. There was a crowd around the area where a male of obvious nobility background stood, seeming like he was preparing to issue some statement of sorts. While this speech meant nothing to the wanderer, he chose to take a seat on a bench, staring toward the crowd and man, intending to hear whatever words came from him...

Standing upon the platform, sitting upon a throne as the crowd was kept back by the men clad in red, Skyron Sorrian finally stood to address those who had gathered upon his request. The group of citizens were held back far enough so that they could not see the other side of the throne, could not spy upon Oban's side of the chair...this of course was so that Skyron's latest speech would be most effective.

"People of Garnoff....You have been betrayed." The lord opened, a significant amount of air taken in by the masses in gasp as they shuffled with anxiousness. Many began to whisper as the temporary false king held his hand as if to hold back the sound of their voices. "The citizens of Garnoff....they took King Lucheston in....they placed him as their leader..." Pausing dramatically, the young man then let his eyes fall, lifting them to face his subjects after a moment's pass. "And yet he grasped their trust and crushed it in the palm of his hand. As the people have called, as the people have desired, you demanded that I be made heir. As the king saw this he made certain that the people would be pleased with him, give him favor, and thus before you all named me so. What he did not tell you is that I am no heir to Garnoff, but only to a throne where another shall inform me what I must or mustn't do. Only to a kingdom which I shall never truly rule, even despite all the desires of that kingdom's people!"

The crowd began to stir at this new realization. By their supposed ruler's words, their own king had betrayed them, and had lied to them, something which none among those standing before the prince enjoyed...and Skyron knew it. Many muttered their concerns among friends and family, some listened in more intently to discover this betrayal in more detail.

"Skyron!" A roaring yet familiar voice echoed through the crowds. Making his way towards the platform in clothing not much better than most of the citizens, as the crowd parted respectfully, Oban rushed through, a few Silver Knights striding in behind him. The dark black shirt he wore allowed him to stand out a bit more than those of the others within the crowd, and his face appeared for the first time appeared to be angry, something which none had before witnessed."What is this?" The Titan of Garnoff demanded, speaking up to his twin brother from bellow. Skyron only smirked down at him, turning as if he had smelt something fowl suddenly, and facing the citizens once more.

"Here....Here is your true heir!" The Sorrian spat, jabbing a finger towards his sibling. "Daily he places words in my mouth such as a mother places food in that of a child's, a man who values the company of his soldiers but not his citizens, which we all know whom that resembles." It was horrid, for the crowd turned in anger towards their prince bellow, eyeing him after the clear reference to Doko was mentioned and labeled upon the Titan. "I cannot speak lest he speak the words to me...." Taking an arm onto the side of the wooden throne, Skyron heaved the double sided chair over the side of the platform where it fell to the ground bellow, and all could witness the end which Oban sat upon. "People of Garnoff....you have been betrayed!"