Inktober Day 6: Golden

Chapter Four

As it turns out, nothing could have been further from the truth. The land was treacherous and the king’s men soon lost sight of the bandits who had fled with the queen in tow.

These thugs, or as they referred to themselves the Abstoil, were soon returned to their master with the queen. 

“As you requested, master.” One of the Abstoil spoke as they entered into their master’s presence. “The queen, and upon her brow: the Power of the King.” They gestured to her brow and the circlet which sat there.

Their master waited for a moment, his anger boiling low until finally bursting forth, pouring out in a great gargling shout. “You fools!” He slammed his fist down onto the arm of his battered, rickety chair. “This is not the Power of the King! The true Power glows a bright golden hue in the midst of danger.” He pauses for a moment before rising to bring himself very close to the face of the queen. “And she is indeed in danger.”

But the queen did not rise to such intimidation tactics. She merely stood resolute.

Grunting, the master turned and spat at her feet. “Take her to a cell. She may be of some use yet. That Power resides somewhere in the king’s house. If not with her, then we shall find with whomever it does.”