Prologue: Letter Page One
I sat down in the wooden chair that I had long ago placed next to my fireplace. My legs had finally convinced me to stop pacing and take a small rest. Even though they were tired and burning they began to bounce up and down of their own free will. Even they knew that what I had done was bad, very bad. It would have drastic consequences, and here I sat awaiting them.
My hands were raw and swollen from wringing and scratching them, and yet I still I sat in my own home. They would be coming for me any moment now. I hadn't been thinking when I had done it, at least not with my head. I looked around at my apartment. I had served under the king's employee as a captain of the guard for nearly ten years now. I had thrown it all away.
As a captain I had received a more than fair wage. My apartment was near the king's own castle. It was made with beautiful oak, opulent rugs and tapestries decorated the walls and floors. I had a sturdy table made for me personally by the finest carpenter the capitol city had to offer. Intricately painted vases and strange but beautiful foreign plants were scattered about the apartment, gifts from ladies.
My family's honorable shield was proudly displayed on the wall next to my cherry wood table. I had thrown it all away. No longer would my family have any honor. I placed my head in my hands and willed myself to cry, but I couldn't I was still too numb. I slowly walked over to my table and unsheathed my sword. I considered using it on myself for a moment, but soon abandoned the idea and placed it on my table. My dagger and small purse of gold followed. I removed my shirt, revealing the chain mail that I wore at all times. I removed that as well, revealing my hardened muscles from years of fighting. I put my shirt back on and returned to my usual chair at the side of the fireplace.
"What have I done," I cried to myself. My practiced hearing picked up the sound of many booted feet pounding down the wooden walkway that connected the royal apartments. I sighed, still unable to feel any real emotion and slowly began to rise from my seat. They would be pounding on my door in any second. I slowly began to walk toward the door, resigned to my fate.
BLAM! They didn't even knock on the door. They used several of their bodies to slam it down. The guardsman came crashing into the apartment, weapons drawn, ready for a furious fight. They didn't get one. I held my empty hands wide open and spread my arms as if I was an eagle in flight. The ten or so guardsmen came crashing into me with all their weight and the weight of their armor. I was flung down hard onto my own floor, my head tilting back and smacking into the wood with a crack.
"My captain, you are under arrest for high treason!" one of the guards cried out before I blacked out.