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A silent silhouette A world without colour You smile to the crowd Who laugh at your humour Though no voice can be heard You still hold clarity They instead watch you work With deep sincerity But a creature watches His eyes black as burnt coal Your time to run has passed What’s its price for your soul

A flickering light A long darkened hall You scream at the void But none hear your call This man that you see Strikes fear in your heart He whispers one word That tears you apart Their laughter now gone Pain as your reckoning You fall to the ground The silence deafening

A drop of blood A whispered word Your promise kept Yet never heard Hands are shaking No chance for fleeing A splash of red Is all you're seeing You ran out of time Time ran out of patience This string guides your steps Bring in the next patients

“Time ta wake up, Seán…” The Irishman heard his name and immediately opened his sky blue eyes. He recognized the voice as someone he’d talked to recently. 'Nurse Darcy?' With a glance to his left he saw the nurse from earlier standing there with a smug look on their face. Jack tried to move but his whole body was held down by restraint belts. "The fuck is goin' on? Where am I?" Andrew Darcy let a satisfied grin curl his lips as he watched realization and fear overcome his new test subject. "Ya remember me? Wonderful! Good ta see your memory hasn't been affected. As for where are ya, well, ya can consider it your

Aspen was in the dining hall, quietly enjoying a meal by himself. The silence was broken when he heard a procession of footsteps charging down the hall which were followed closely by four knights barging in on the King’s lunch. He knew that their reason for interrupting him must be of some significance so, with a heavy sigh, he paused in his eating and gave the knights his full attention. “Sir Byram, I assume you all have good reason for disrupting my meal.” “Your Majesty, please excuse our intrusion, but we believe the Professor was taken prisoner while exploring the town earlier.” Sir Byram spoke with an air o

Logan and Aspen grew silent as the signet ring, once again, captured its owner's gaze. The conversation had hit a pretty hard drop off and It was the King who chose to break the silence after a while. “Prince Logan, there is a choice you have yet to make.” Aspen kept his tone soft and even. His eyes swiftly glanced between the young lad and his ring. “Do you still wish to keep your birthright a secret? I'm happy to be accomodating until such time as you choose to reveal yourself, among more than just myself. If you presently desire to tutor my son, then that offer is always on the table. You've proved your worth and compete

The room was beautiful. A large four post bed, made from dark wood, sat flush against a wall adjacent to the main door. Compared to Roman’s room there was not quite as much color. However, one could still tell from the decor alone that this space belonged to a royal. The King was sitting in one of two chairs located in a far corner of the room. His posture was mostly relaxed, but there was something small being held between the forefinger and thumb of his right hand. His attention was on the small trinket, eyes staring with an amused curiosity. Logan waited patiently for some kind of indication to move closer. He watched the King with a

Logan was sitting at his desk staring intently at a piece of parchment. A few days had past and this was the first chance he’d gotten to be alone. So, of course, he had seized the opportunity without hesitation. Something odd took place the day before. The tutor was in the middle of teaching Roman about the neighbouring kingdoms when the Prince suddenly gave him a sweet charming smile. For some reason this simple expression had caused him to go temporarily silent. The familiar sensation of warmth immediately filled his cheeks and he soon found himself staring at those soft lips. Just then, the Prince had let out a low chuckle, which sna

By the time they reached the dining hall the King had already started eating without them. Aspen gave his son a noticeable look of disappointment which the Prince simply pretended not to see. “Late for supper, again. Do I dare ask what it was this time?” As he spoke his eyes trailed over to Logan, regarding him with a curious expression, and then snapped back to Roman. The tutor swallowed nervously beneath the King’s gaze, he felt ashamed for allowing them to be so late. There was a growing compulsion to apologize for their tardiness, but he was cut off by Roman speaking first. “Well, father, if you must know. I took i

Roman’s room was bursting with color. Reds, whites, and gold filled almost every corner. Logan found himself blindsided by the nonstop displays of beauty throughout this castle; and on that thought, his soft brown eyes were drawn to the Prince as he sauntered over to a closet. He took the time to finally examine how his Highness carried himself. Posture was straight and tall, with his shoulders back, and he walked with long leisurely strides. To the untrained eye he would have looked regal, elegant even. But, the tutor could see that Roman’s overconfidence stifled his potential for truly commanding respect through presence. “

The two young men carried on with their sparring for another hour or so before a silent guest intruded upon their session. Logan’s back was facing the door and he hadn’t the faintest idea who just entered. Besides, he was too focused on dodging Roman’s attacks at that moment to care if they had spectators. There was an abrupt yelp of surprise, followed closely by a loud slam, as Roman was thrown to the ground and pinned for a fourth time. “Am I still going too fast for you, your Highness?” Enough time had passed, and plenty of exchanges had happened between the two, that the tutor was now openly teasing the Princ