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Pablo glanced from his window to the outside world. Seeing the lights from the castle glow in the distance made him wonder what his father was doing. He wished he was there to tell him stories, like he did every night. He remembered before his father left, he promised he'd tell him a story when he got home. It was passed dark now. Although Pablo knew he father went out all the time, he still couldn't help but wish. Pablo then felt something cold touch his hand. He turned to see little (s/n) looking into his eyes.
"What are you doing?"
Pablo didn't dare say anything-thinking if he said the wrong thing the child would go insane-but he gave in seeing the child so down.
"Waiting, you could say. For my father.."
"And my father!" the boy interrupted with a big grin. "He's awesome!"
Pablo smiled, for the boy indeed thought the same as he. However no matter how many times his father went out..Pablo was always worried that one day he would never return.
~~~
Gilbert finally managed to get passed the row of guards that surrounded him. Marco was not far behind, pacing his way making sure there was nothing behind to get him.
"Stop them!" king Ludwig called to his guards ordering to attack. "Kill them!"
Gilbert smirked, as he sidestepped between two guards and smashed their heads together before continuing on his current path. What he had no idea of..what his wife (your name) was standing right behind the king as he called for more guards. The king was furious that only two men could get away from over a hundred guards.
"This is empörend!" he huffed. "What shall I do?"
(Your name), seeing how distressed he was, comforted him by touching his shoulder.
"Send guards to the front gates. Cut them off there."
His angry red face became suddenly full of joy.
"Perfekt idea (your name)!" he replied wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You shruddered at the touch nearly feeling uncomfotable. "I should make better use of you that a slave."
The woman's face heated. What did that mean?
Gilbert pushed back another soilder to the ground before pulling out his utility knife. A few quick slashes and the road to the gates was free. That was until it became blocket with more soliders. He never expected a move like that to be done.
"Mi amigo! Let's go!" Marco shouted a few feet behind, but Gilbert was nearly closed in. For a split second he swore he saw (your name) standing with the kind on front of him. By the time Marco go to him, they had already been tied.
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"Esto es toro.." Marco cursed as he pulled at his chains again. "How did this happen?! I thought we had a plan!"
Gilbert didn't reply. He only stood and thought about what he saw. Was it really (your name) he saw? Maybe he was thinking to hard..
"Pablo.."
Gilbert turned to see his friend slumped on the ground.
"And (s/n). What will they do?"
"We'll get out of here!" Gilbert exclaimed, just as a loud creak was heard. There slowly entered the king a few guards-each heavily equipped. Gilbert grinned at his long lost brother. Ever since Gilbert threw threw away the chance to be king years ago to become an assassin-and fight against his brother-Luwig had tried for so long to kill every assassin he could. He was never so happy so see his brother.
"You look tired brother." Ludwig frowned. "Why don't you sit?"
Gilbert wanted to spit at him, but controlled the urge.
"I'd rather not." Gilbert told his brother. "I came for something."
Ludwig had no idea what he speaking of, but just waved his arm.
"Fine zen." he said. Gilbert only chuckled.
"Let me take what iz mine so I may leave." Gilbert said. Marco went back at tugging his chains again.
"I want my boy!" he spat angrily. Ludwig did not take this lightly.
"Kill him."
Marco's eyes filled with tears as the guards began to drag him away down to the courtyard.
"He will be hanged on sunday." Ludwig replied. "Anything to say brother?"
Gilbert lowered his head.
"Nothing? Fine zen."
Before Ludwig turned around another figure shuffled it's way passed the guards.
"Lud-" the voice was...femenine.
Gilbert shot his head up to see his wife (your name), grapsing his brother's arm with her eyes wide. Her husband was alive.
"What are you doing?"
Pablo didn't dare say anything-thinking if he said the wrong thing the child would go insane-but he gave in seeing the child so down.
"Waiting, you could say. For my father.."
"And my father!" the boy interrupted with a big grin. "He's awesome!"
Pablo smiled, for the boy indeed thought the same as he. However no matter how many times his father went out..Pablo was always worried that one day he would never return.
~~~
Gilbert finally managed to get passed the row of guards that surrounded him. Marco was not far behind, pacing his way making sure there was nothing behind to get him.
"Stop them!" king Ludwig called to his guards ordering to attack. "Kill them!"
Gilbert smirked, as he sidestepped between two guards and smashed their heads together before continuing on his current path. What he had no idea of..what his wife (your name) was standing right behind the king as he called for more guards. The king was furious that only two men could get away from over a hundred guards.
"This is empörend!" he huffed. "What shall I do?"
(Your name), seeing how distressed he was, comforted him by touching his shoulder.
"Send guards to the front gates. Cut them off there."
His angry red face became suddenly full of joy.
"Perfekt idea (your name)!" he replied wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You shruddered at the touch nearly feeling uncomfotable. "I should make better use of you that a slave."
The woman's face heated. What did that mean?
Gilbert pushed back another soilder to the ground before pulling out his utility knife. A few quick slashes and the road to the gates was free. That was until it became blocket with more soliders. He never expected a move like that to be done.
"Mi amigo! Let's go!" Marco shouted a few feet behind, but Gilbert was nearly closed in. For a split second he swore he saw (your name) standing with the kind on front of him. By the time Marco go to him, they had already been tied.
~~~~
"Esto es toro.." Marco cursed as he pulled at his chains again. "How did this happen?! I thought we had a plan!"
Gilbert didn't reply. He only stood and thought about what he saw. Was it really (your name) he saw? Maybe he was thinking to hard..
"Pablo.."
Gilbert turned to see his friend slumped on the ground.
"And (s/n). What will they do?"
"We'll get out of here!" Gilbert exclaimed, just as a loud creak was heard. There slowly entered the king a few guards-each heavily equipped. Gilbert grinned at his long lost brother. Ever since Gilbert threw threw away the chance to be king years ago to become an assassin-and fight against his brother-Luwig had tried for so long to kill every assassin he could. He was never so happy so see his brother.
"You look tired brother." Ludwig frowned. "Why don't you sit?"
Gilbert wanted to spit at him, but controlled the urge.
"I'd rather not." Gilbert told his brother. "I came for something."
Ludwig had no idea what he speaking of, but just waved his arm.
"Fine zen." he said. Gilbert only chuckled.
"Let me take what iz mine so I may leave." Gilbert said. Marco went back at tugging his chains again.
"I want my boy!" he spat angrily. Ludwig did not take this lightly.
"Kill him."
Marco's eyes filled with tears as the guards began to drag him away down to the courtyard.
"He will be hanged on sunday." Ludwig replied. "Anything to say brother?"
Gilbert lowered his head.
"Nothing? Fine zen."
Before Ludwig turned around another figure shuffled it's way passed the guards.
"Lud-" the voice was...femenine.
Gilbert shot his head up to see his wife (your name), grapsing his brother's arm with her eyes wide. Her husband was alive.
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READER DON'T YOU BE GETTIN TOO FRIENDLY WITH KING LOOTWIG.