The King's Angry!

"Yes my King?" you ask him.

After a few more deep coughs and another drink from his chalice, he turns to one of his guards "Get me another chalice full and..." he heaves once "and leave us the fuck alone."

The guard immediately walks over towards the table, grabbing another chalice and filling it to the brim with red wine. After he brings it back to the King, him and the other guard immediately salute and then exit the room, leaving you alone with the King in his chambers. You watch the two guards leave the room, shutting the heavy wooden door behind them. "Well?" you ask, slightly curious.

"Would you please tell me why, early this morning, well before the sun rose, I had to send some warriors down to rescue a certain person from The Pit?" he's glaring at you now. "A certain person that was leading the scouting mission for our warriors...for your warriors?" he brings his chalice up again, drinking down the sweet liquid.

"Sir...it's" you begin.

You're interrupted as the King slams his fist down on the table, not very hard but enough to cause you to stop. "I don't like you, Darien." he continues "I don't give a fuck if you're the first male Sunrider. I don't give a fuck how powerful you think you are. My warriors told me they saw you bring him there, they told me they saw you hang him up in The Pit and leave him. How dare you do that to the Syndicate. Such treacherous actions!"

"Listen, I can expla..."

"Don't you dare speak until I'm finished" he snarls "I have issues with you, Darien. You defy orders, you fuck with your allies, you're ruthless and..." he's glaring into you now "I don't care what you did for the Syndicate, in my eyes you're still a piece of shit Rathkin warrior." he holds his stare into you for moments until once more, bringing his chalice up to his mouth, drinking a few gulps.

You sit there quietly, not rebutting.

"All I"m saying Darien, is learn your place. I am a powerful ally if needed and you should learn to be on the correct side of my judgement." he coughs twice, bringing his fist up to cover his mouth "You fuck with me and my Syndicate again and there will be trouble, don't think that you're some invincible Sunrider God. I still am the King of the Syndicate, I'd hate to have to do something I don't want to do. Do I make myself clear?" he holds his tongue, waiting for your response.

You take a deep breath, really contemplating what you're going to say next, letting the air out slowly before sucking it back in you begin "First off, I'm not some piece of shit Rathkin warrior, truth be told..." you grin at him "I'm originally from Errian." it causes the King's eye to go a little wider "Secondly, I think you underestimate me, my Lord." you lean forward on the table, cupping your hands together as you stare back into him "What?" you ask "Are you going to get rid of me before we head to war? Are you going to make me disappear the day before the war? Are you going to slit my throat in my sleep tonight before we head out?" The King is squinting his eyes at you now with anger "You need me right now, so truthfully you won't do shit to me." you pause, glaring back at him "So respectfully my King, go ahead, sit back in the Syndicate, drink your wine, fuck your whores, do whatever the hell you want, because truthfully, I don't give a shit. After I win your war for you, after I show Rathkin how powerful the Syndicate is, I'm going to bring my warriors home and when I do, I'm not the one that will have to learn his place."

The King is seething in anger as he glares back at you, his body almost shaking in hatred "How fucking dare you speak to me like that." he coughs a few more times, his fragile body heaving in pain. "The Syndicate would be..."

You cut him off "Now if you'll excuse me My King." you stand up from the table, looking down on the King of the Syndicate "I've got to go win your war for you." you turn your back to the King and start to walk towards the door you entered from, starting to exit his chambers.

"Darien!!!" The King shouts as loud as he can in his weak voice. It causes you to stop in your tracks, not even bothering turning your head to face him, your back still turned towards him "Maybe you're right, maybe my hands are tied this close to war..." he coughs again "But when you return from Rathkin remember this. When you're regularly the leader, always in charge, the one people attempt to beat, strive to overcome, remember those people, they will always hiding in the darkness behind your back."