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    Can i continue this?

    I was previously KingofRome but i had some issues on my side so can i continue it through this account?

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    Well Shankbot said I could continue this so I guess I will (I am KingofRome my account just had a few problems)

    Chapter 3 part 3

    Kale Bendante

    Kale rushed over to Santarius afraid for his friend. He grabbed Santarius and yelled at him. We must get out of here now eighteen men cannot win this battle.

    Santarius nodded in understanding.

    Knights of the Crown Kale bellowed "surround the King"

    Imdeiately the Knights formed around Santarius.

    One of the Soldiers asked what do we do?

    Kale looked around hoping to see the enemy wavering or depleting, He saw both. With the lose of many of the comrades the soldiers of the city watch were having a change of heart many were running some though fought on, Kale had to admire these men bravery.

    Get Santarius out of the gate, He looked and saw another wave of the watch coming. Get him out NOW....

    Santarius

    He was shoved along in desperation. It had happened so fast already he was out of the city and running for his life a second time in what felt like an hour, He took a glimpse back looking at what had for years been the one place he had felt truly safe, With Kale at his side no enemy could withstand them with Kale at his side he felt.... immortal, untouchable but now now it was a place of decepion, lies and bloodshed a place that he would be huntered and hated, Maybe by more people then just the King and his guards.

    The dirt road was soft and his cloak flailed in the wind flapping backwards as the winds blew hard.

    kale edged him and the men on, Come on he said keep moving soon enough they will have Longbowmen on the walls, Keep moving he bellowed.

    Santarius felt a chill of fear for his life and his friends, Longbowmen would be the death of them....

    The same soldier that seemed to always point out what no one wanted to hear said, Longbowmen? What about the bloody cavalry? A word from the King and a hundred Knights will be after us.

    Kale's eyes went dark and his glare could have made even a Lion stop and think about weather he should him or not.

    The soldier reeled back and muttered something under his breath.

    Santarius decided he would keep his mind off the enemys trying to kill them and decided he would focus on sticking to the Plan that Melic had made.

    Kale how much further until we reach Melic and the rest of the Knights?

    Kale ran along with him and replied about ten meters he said smiling for the first time that day as they turned the corner.

    Melic looked stern and determined, My Liege were you followed?

    Santarius scowled at being called My Liege but replied with haste. I do not think so no.

    Melic looked less alarmed then and turned to Kale.

    Ok are you ready Captain?

    Kale looked at him the sun shining on him making his eyes glow brightly, Im as ready as I will ever be....

    The Port was noisey, people were hussling and bussling around like chickens with no heads, Santarius spotted three Boats with the Sigil the same as the Knights of the Crown. Obviously his escape route, The only thing that falted there plan were the Watchmen that stood Guard to the entrance of the docks.

    Kale motioned for the men to stop and noded at Melic who dismounted with Kale.

    Santarius Kale said come with us.

    Santarius walked to the docks and heard the birds screeching, waves hitting the rocks and felt the cool breeze on his face, It was magical...

    Kale Santarius asked how are we supposed to get past those Guards he said motioning at the two armed Guards.

    kale made a hand signal to the boats with the Crown Sigil, Smiling he pointed and said evenly "watch"

    Santarius did he watched as two cloaked men walked behind the guards drew there swords and swung with what looiked like all there might.

    The heads rolled one went into the water the other rolled a fairway. Almost instantly there was a chorus of screams as citizens saw the bodies slump and the heads roll.

    The cloaked men now took up postion as the Guards.

    Santarius whispered are they-

    Yes they are the Kings Shadow Cloaks said Melic

    The boarding of the ship took a few hours harnnasing there mounts and getting supplies was a tiring job, Luckily for Santarius he didnt have to do any of it as he sat in his Cabin thinking.

    How will I lead a Kingdom? even with all these men protecting me how? It takes more then skill with a blade and grasp of battle tactics to rule. For starts how will I get a economy? A Army? It doesnt make sense at this rate I will be building a piece of rubble into.... a Kingdom. How?

    Ok So yes I have Started a Bards Tale again I hope o continue it, Though untill Gladiator and The Praetorian are done it will be a little side project. Also if after so long a time that I am NOT allowed to continue it then obviously I will obey the rules and not continue it.

    Shankbot12 and Rex Hope you enjoy!

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    Well, well, well... the dead are rising.

    Glad to see you have resurfaced this, and I hope the updates will continue frequently. Apart of me wants the other two to become a side-project, and this the main one thought... call it nostalgia if you will.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Shankbot12 View Post
    Well, well, well... the dead are rising.

    Glad to see you have resurfaced this, and I hope the updates will continue frequently. Apart of me wants the other two to become a side-project, and this the main one thought... call it nostalgia if you will.
    Funny this morning I was playing dead rising. I hope that the updates will be frequent as well Though with my teacher giveing us a boat load of homework and my part time job, I may not have any time on my hands to write.

    Oh and we will see about this becoming the main project




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    A quick snip of the next chapter

    Chapter 4

    Santarius was surprised to find the journey unhindered by a storm, They were common in these parts of the sea and the way his fate of late had been going he countered himself very lucky indeed.
    Milic and Kale entered his Cabin Milic had his helmet off and for the first time he got a close inspection of the man, His face was rough and scarred his beard untrimmed his eyes were dark, Dark but there was something in them “Loyalty” whatever happened Milic would protect Santarius to the end, Santarius felt a overwhelming affection for the man.
    Santarius nodded at Kale and asked yes?
    Milic was the one to answer Santarius’s question, We have reached land Sire and me and Kale have decided we tell you what allies we have for the time being-
    Kale interrupted him you have many friends Santarius but the King has many subjects we must be careful seven of the Barons have joined our cause that leaves five for the King and most of those do not own land and have little troops.
    What of the rest of my allies? Santarius asked solemnly
    Kale and Milic exchanged a look, The Pope had a dear respect for your father. He is willing to support our cause and excommunicate King Henry and his supporters and name you the rightful ruler of England,
    Milic piped in It wont be as easy as that Henry will stay on the throne for as long as he can with or without rights and the Pope will want something in return for his good service Milic smiled at the last bit of his sentence.
    Santarius felt uneasy what does he want?
    Now it was Kale’s turn to speak he wants you to marry his daughter...




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    Ok here is the rest of the chapter, Enjoy!

    To Say the least Santarius was shocked and a tad delighted, Though soon the shock overcame his excitement.
    Wait he wants me to marry his daughter?
    Kale looked Solemnly at his friend I’m sorry Santarius but it is the price to pay for this crown.
    Santarius spluttered what... what does she look like?
    Kale smiled again now that bit you will be happy about.
    Milic stopped that part of the conversation, Once we land we will meet with the Barons once we have taken Caen we will conduct some eh political business for your Kingdom sire.
    But I haven’t got a Kingdom yet no land no revenues how can I manage something I don’t even have?
    The Barons lands and wealth are yours that Leaves the top half and Ireland under our control Nottingham is also under our control.
    Then why not just take London? Why not just end the threat of my uncle completely?
    Santarius the pope does not like his religious followers fighting or at least not while they are still counted as his followers so to attack London would be a dire mistake said Kale
    Santarius looked at both of them nodded and left his Cabin preparing to meet his subjects.
    ...................
    On top the cliffs overhanging the shore was Baron Gregory and Baron Quintus inspecting there new King’s party.
    Gregory almost spat in disgust, That bloody idiot Henry he wont survive this once the plebeians know the truth they will uprise within every place he holds his soldiers will be massacred by the thousands the civilians by the hundreds of thousands.
    Quintus voice was not unkind but had cheerfulness in it, Talking to yourself again Gregory? That boy down there is the King the true King and I would fight for him any day over fighting for that fat assed lump Henry who sits on his throne and barks out orders Santarius will hold the throne within months mark my words Gregory.
    Gregory turned to Quintus, Yes and that is why we must protect him because someone could..... try and kill him, His smile was slick and venomous.
    ............................
    London: Dungeon: Ex Captain Joseph Dane
    The King was so full of rage that Joseph had let them slip through his fingers he had dismissed him and sent him to prison, His punishment was still undecided or so he had heard but knowing his liege it would likely be death he received.
    The dungeon door opened to have a friendly face walk in, Sergeant Sarrow, His face was grim and Dane could already tell that the tidings were not good, Death maybe? Prison for life? He did not know and he did not care.
    Dane I’m sorry I’m so sorry The King he... he has taken your family under custody they are to be executed if you do not accept your position as the guard again.
    Dane was surprised to hear that.
    But he just dismissed me.
    Yes but the King admits to having made a mistake and he asks your forgiveness.
    Dane stood up almost tumbling back down again, he had become weak from the days or malnourishment snf it was starting to show Sarrow moved forward to steady him, Do you accept he asked?
    Dane nodded knowing that he would pay any price to keep his family from harm...
    ..........
    Santarius party of two hundred Knights of the Crown and four hundred Shadow cloaks trotted up the hill towards the Tents of the camp, Santarius was tired and still had not gotten his land legs back as he had wobbled around a bit before gaining his balance on the “unmoving” ground beneath him.
    When they were close to the Camp cheers rose up within the soldiers and chants of Long Live the King and Santarius rose higher than others, Santarius smiled at the cheers They are cheering my name, for me. Maybe I can be a King after all Santarius was to dazed for a second to notice his Knights form two lines one on his left and one on his right, As was the protection formation for mounted soldiers.
    The centre of the camp held the Barons and there personal bodyguards, Santarius, Kale and Milic strode into the main tent where they found the Barons in deep conversation.
    One of the Barons dressed in a laced leather black surcoat
    nodded at Santarius and motioned to the other Barons.
    Slowly they turned, all of them. Then they rose.
    The Barons bowed and he heard them mutter “sire”
    Santarius stood proud He was a King.
    The man in the surcoat asked orders sire?
    We take Caen then we conduct affairs of the kingdom once that is over we head to Rome to the Pope.
    Kale took over how much men do we have in total he asked?
    Forty thousand infantry men and sixteen thousand cavalry said the coated man again.
    Kale smiled that shall be enough for now.
    What are the defences of Caen? He asked
    The French man left fifty men to garrison it.
    Santarius smiled Knights of the crown up for a little battle?
    Milic and Kale nodded there agreement. Santarius turned to leave but a voice reached behind him.
    Santarius the man said.
    Yes? he turned back to the man.
    My name is Rufus, Long Live the King and with that he bowed.
    Santarius smiled at Rufus.
    Now if you will excuse me Sirs I have some pressing matters to attend to, The battle of Caen once more.




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    Chapter five
    Santarius was about to order his servants to suit up for the battle of Caen when Kale walked in and spoke evenly Santarius did not like what he had to say.
    Santarius you are staying here The Knights of the Crown will deal with these men but you will stay here under the protection of the army, I have asked a good man to watch over you while I am gone.
    Santarius’s eyes blazed as did his heart, No Kale this is my battle as well and I am King I shall decided when I fight.
    Kale looked up his voice calm but with a hint of sternness, No Santarius you will stay here.
    Santarius did not have the time or patience to argue now, inside he was jumping around with glee at being a King, For the first time in his life he felt in control, He had the feeling of authority all his life he had listened to Kale, Rightfully so to without Kale’s help and guidance he would have been dead long ago.
    And who is this man that is set to protect me?
    Sir Sirian.
    At that Santarius’s mouth dropped open, Sirian was famed in England for the glorious “Forest War” which had taken place many years ago when his father was King,
    The man Clad in black leather walked in his laced surcoat gleaming in the sun.
    Santarius he said nodding, Up for a little practice?
    .......
    Kale’s armor gleamed in the sun his steel armor glinting and shining, He stood in front of two hundred men Clad in the same armor with the same Sigel on the shield’s and armor, His brothers or at least the closest thing he had to brothers.
    And so I am here again he called, For most of you It will have been years since battle faced you and death has tried to embrace you in her cold bony hands, For a few you may be craving the taste of your enemies blood trickle down your lips but for many you will have your thoughts set on home, The place you have not seen for over sixteen years, Do you even remember it? I wish I could say I can but in truth that would be a old mans lying words. I remember none of it but then maybe that is because last time I saw it I was drunk and fell down unconscious half way up the stairs to my room he said smiling, He got a few chuckles out of his men for that.
    Remember this my brothers home is not a place you can define by liveing it is a place were one is with family with friends and where one is comftable, If that is true then I am at home right now with the wind battling my face and the sun beating down on me, I have a sword in hand ready to kill and I am at peace.
    His speech shared more then any non soldier could understand to a citizen it would have been a man spouting about his home to a soldier it was a place to smile and be happy to cherish.
    He donned his helmet and prepared for t6he battle awaiting him...
    ,,,,,
    Santarius was tiring and Sirian was relentless, But graceful wit every stroke he had a stance not just a random uncontrolled flurry of blows but grace.
    Santarius began a overhead blow to Sirian But Sirian’s blade meet his with power and Santarius was almost knocked of his feet.
    Sirian’s wooden blade was at Santarius’s throat , Kale has taught you well but well will not defeat half the Knights in England some of them yes will be foolish enough to underestimate you but most will do a blow you don’t see coming and then all the work we have done will be for nothing.
    Santarius was stunned to hear that, Sirian are you alright?
    Sirian looked confused yes Sire I am just tired, He raised his blade again in a arc.
    Santarius rolled and leapt up just as the blade came crashing down.
    Santarius’s wooden sword struck like a viper missing barely by a millimetre of Sirian Blackwood’s arm.
    A question popped into his head, Sirian when you lead men to war, to battle. When you commanded generals did you fight with your men?
    Sirian’s face was a smile but his eyes told a different story, If I am to send a soldier into battle then I fight with that soldier, When I send a army to battle I command it I fight in the front line with my soldiers, Never will I let another man do my dirty work.
    Santarius smiled lets go to the battle of Caen...
    ......
    The city gates had not been repaired Kale noted as he marched his Knights towards the city, And now I must massacre the French lines that made all this happen I can’t say that I won’t enjoy making them squeal in terror.
    Sir a soldier spoke up. What of King Santarius?
    I have ordered him to stay in camp with general Sirian, Kale retorted knowing the soldier would say something on the lines of “he is our King you can’t order him to do anything” But the fact that the soldier respected kept the soldier’s mouth shut.
    Suddenly there was a thundering behind them, On horseback and around twenty five of them. Kale thought instantly calculating there chances of success against these enemies.
    But it turned out it as a royal escort for Santarius, Twenty four Blackwood guardsman followed Santarius and General Sirian.
    Kale was outraged, furious at being disobeyed by Santarius and more furious at being embarrassed by a Baron, He would be a laughing stock throughout the camp for this he was almost certain of it.
    The escort rode into the city, Kale and his men just stayed there stunned at what they had just seen.
    Kale regained his mind and ordered the men to follow him.
    .....
    Santarius’s voice roared in the city, I am Santarius son of the old King Richard the Lion Heart, I am here to free you fro these French dogs to free you from the slavery my Uncle has forced you into!
    Throughout the city you saw men and women appearing from there huts armed merely with pitch forks and kitchen knives, We have our own paths to make and I intend to make mine a long path to follow. He yelled at the ever growing faces piling before him.
    Fight these French fools and earn the freedom and life you deserve!
    That was the last straw, The French watchmen which were moving in swiftly were beaten down by peasants armed with tooth picks.
    It was a gruesome sight to see the butchering of a man and seeing his stomach open to see his guts fall to the ground with a foul aroma drifting upwards, The Rebellion of Caen, And to think only a few weeks ago this was us being massacred and butchered, Our blood still stained these grounds these walls were drenched in my men’s blood, he remembered the weeping of a dying man and the cries of a child. The French were merciless they were defenceless and we managed to get only some citizens out of Caen.
    Kale and The Knights of the Crown reigned up behind, Santarius could tell Kale did not like being disobeyed but the battle had been resolved without bloodshed.... of there own men at least.
    And so to battle is won Kale said in a miffed voice.
    I did it without any of our men killed isn’t that a better way to win a battle?
    Yes Kale said but...
    No buts Bendante Sirian said the King made his decision.
    Kale’s was blossomed with rage his face a bright crimson, Blackwood I am commander of The Knights of the Crown give me some respect or you will regret it.
    Yes and I am in command of two quaters of the army here. Two hundred verse twenty thousand? Yes you have a brilliant chance.
    SILENCE Santarius’s voice boomed I will not have my best generals fighting amongst themselves.
    Kale looked ashamed his face ridden with it.
    Sirian nodded and apologized.
    Then he turned to Kale and apologized formally, He knew and Kale knew it as well that just shamed him even more.
    Come now Santarius said we have more important things to discuss.
    .....
    London Kings Throne room.
    Sir Dane rise he said
    Sire Joseph Dane trembled with excitement as he rose.
    As rightful King of England I proclaim you commander of my Kingsguard,
    Joseph kneeled before the King making him stand up was pointless in his eyes but to disrespect the king a second time, now would be of the gravest mistakes.
    I pledge my sword, my lands and my life to The King, I will have no wife and bear no sons my life is bound to yours my King.
    The words of the Kingsguard for over five hundred years the Kings of England had Seven men named the Kingsguard, He had disbanded this idea swiftly when he was announced King and his brother announced dead, To be honest he had felt rather relieved not to have to confront is brother in a duel for the throne, It had been far easier to bribe “Sir Galen of Nottingham” to kill his brother on his throne. Of course he was going to have to kill Galen after the deed was done, He chuckled to himself but that fool Kale had done his dirty work for him, Kale simply killed Galen on the spot.
    His sworn Kingsguard Rose and surrounded him, Dane murmured something under his breath.
    What is your command Sire?
    Henry smiled a viciously brutally pleasant smile, round up my late brothers old supporters weather servant or noble or watchman or soldier have them butchered, No trials Kill them I want no trace of my brother in my empire.
    Sire what of the Barons? We have five left and only two own some land, The rest have nothing but maybe a villa.
    My army still stands at two hundred thousand strong I do not care for my nephew and his army.
    Sire did you just say nephew? Dane said
    Henry smiled Dane hated Richard so histerocialy Dane wished it could have been him that killed Richard.
    Then again I never saw Richard buried The Knights of the Crown buried him, Or so I was told.
    Yes Dane I said nephew Santarius is my nephew.
    Dane bristled I thought we killed the last of them?
    It appears Commander that my brother had a son he said duly What a stupid man I almost wish it was him that had killed Richard so that Dane could be dead.
    Now get going with killing the supporters send out the watchman understand?
    Dane nodded and turned gave the order and strode out of the throne room.
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    I have got no idea why it bloody goes from Times New Roman to a diffrent font (both are bold) But it says times new roman and bold which is the same as the first half of the chapter. Anyone know how to fix it changing? Id appreciate it.

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    Chapter 6
    Caen Lords hall
    Santarius had to admit it was a worthy place for a lord, with furs draped everywhere on the wooden walls to keep the heat from leaking out, It was a wide and Long structure large enough to fit around four hundred men in total he presumed, There was a large seat at the back of the room furs draped around it with soft fur cushions, The place where the Lord sat to conduct his business I guess.
    The two hundred Knights of the Crown Stood one either side of him, One hundred on either side, A straight line to the “throne” The Seven Barons were on either side of the Knights as well in front of them, Four on one side and five on the other counting Milic and Kale.
    He strode to the Throne at sat, The room was deathly silent until a small old puffy man came up to him bowed and Kneeled and Shouted with a voice to loud for his size, LONG LIVE THE KING,
    There was a Chorus of shouts throughout the hall, LONG LIVE THE KING.
    Every man Kneeled, Santarius took that as his queue to speak. Lords and Knights England is bleeding My uncle has terrorized this beautiful Kingdom for to Long, My father never wanted this! My father never wanted the poor being beaten and whipped for the little money they have, My father never wanted improvised Nobles in the land thinking themselves better then the rest!
    I will Uphold the rights of the commons, I will uphold the laws that my fathe4r placed and I will make this Kingdom prosper and grow once more!
    Again a chorus of LONG LIVE THE KING.
    The old man silenced the crowd and spoke.
    My King it is time we chose you Sigel, The Sigel of your house and banner when we ride into battle, If it pleases youyour grace we have preapared a Sigel for you, But if you wish to make your own then we will be happy to make it for you,
    Santarius smiled bring them in he said.
    The doors opened two Banner men followed by a man in the middle with twenty men behind him marched forward, the banner was a Lion (like the Sigel of his father) But it was crowned, The soldiers that bought it in wore crimson cloaks as the Banner’s background was red the Lion was gold and the crown was gold with jewels encrusted on it, A magnificent Sigel I will be proud to have that flown above my lands. He thought
    The man smiled We based the Lion in honour of your father Richard Lion Heart.
    I thank you and I am grateful to you and to every man that has help make this Sigel I will be proud to have it flown amongst my lands, Have every watchman don these crimson cloaks in honour of my Sigel.
    Of course Sire.
    Now the next matter is of your personal safety, The Kingsguard Sire.
    Santarius was confused But the nights of the crown...
    Yes they protect you but these Seven men of tradition are the men that will never leave your side, Unless of course you command it.
    Of course Sire you could chose to make the Knights of the Crown your formal protectors but I figured as your father used this tradition..
    I will continue his tradition, There are two men I want to promote to Kingsguard immediately, To don the white cloaks of the Kingsguard.
    Sir Kale and Sir Milic kneel before the King.
    Both obliged.
    Do you accept this honour? As my sworn guards?
    Both said it in unison , I do your grace.
    Then say the oath and don the cloaks
    I pledge my sword, my lands and my life to The King, I will have no wife and bear no sons my life is bound to yours my King. Kale said it first then Milic.
    After they had said the pledge servants bought in the white cloaks,
    The stayed kneeling as the servants placed the cloaks on them.
    Kale and Milic rose and walked towards the foot of the Throne the turned standing in front of the King though there backs were turned on him facing the crowd.
    Sirian swept forward his Black cloak flailed behind him, He kneeled before Santarius.
    Sire I ask that I be pledged as a sworn member of your Kingsguard your uncle took everything from me and my only wish is to protect you as you figjht for the Throne that is truly yours, Sire I pledge my sword, my lands, my army and my life to you.
    The Old man (Santarius now figured his was the grand master of advisor) looked shocked you realize that every land you own and every man that fights under your banner becomes directly under the Kings command?
    He is my King what better way to serve him then to protect him from his enemies?
    Santarius’s smile lit up the room, Sirian of house Blackwood sworn member of my Kingsguard rise and take your place amongst the Kingsguard.
    He rose as the servants striped his dark cloak and put on his white cloak of the Kingsguard, he noticed that his twenty four men that had escorted Santarius were kneeling behind him, they are sworn to obey him now I have done what I can to help him with my men by his side No other Baron in this army can say stop him Baron Gregory may be a problem.
    Baron Gregory stepped forward, My Liege I place my sword to you my life to you, please accept me as a sworn member of your guard?
    Santarius face was dark then, I apologize Gregory But I will withhold any more members of the guard for a while, Santarius’s face turned into a smile he had a idea.
    Men that want to serve me as a member of my Kingsguard there will be a tournament for three days, Duels between men only Knighst and Barons may enter the tournament.
    But Sire the master said there is no Arena how can-
    There is a town square is there not? The duels will be conducted there.
    The mans facxe was red Sire you cannot possibly do this it is.. outrageous.
    Every man is given a chance to prove themselves, then he smiled a whicked smile hope that you are not useless to me master of you might lose your head...
    The man understood.
    Of course Sire, And who will be the commander of your Kingsguard?
    Sir Kale Bendante will be the commander
    Kale turned around to him and bowed, Thank you for this honour Sire.
    Now Sire we must conduct the business of your Royal council and with that the Marshall of your forces, the treasurer, The men that will form your palace guard, The leader of our spies and assassins and your grand master who is your advisor.
    Over the prospect of the next few days you will be presented suitable volunteers for these jobs.
    Santarius did not like the sound of that stuck in the hall dealing with paperwork and commands, Tell me master when I get a grand master will he sort the paperwork for me?
    Of course Sire he conducts business for the Kingdom when you see him fit to take charge of these businesses, The treasurer will give you updates on our economy and will give you advice on what we should do to increase our economy, As with the master you can order him to take charge of our economy in your stead.
    As for our Marshall he commands our forces being our army and takes control of recruitment when you see fit.
    Santarius smiled congratulations master you have been promoted, Now what is your name?
    Aeron Sire, My name is Aeron.
    Santarius decided he liked the man but he thought that it would be a hell of a week before he marched to Rome...




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    I have done quite a bit of writing today and I dont know why im telling you this, But on word you know you can make it look like a book would? A Bards Takle is 67 pages (full pages of a book) font size is 14 and font is Times New Roman. Sorry if you guys have found the last two chapters a bit dull as he is just conducting affairs of the state. We will get into the action soon with the tournament for the Kingsguard coming up




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    Chapter 7
    Santarius was bored and his bones stiff as wood as he listened to the Grand master prattle on.
    Santarius had had enough of this man speaking with a few words this man would be dead, killed cast aside there were many words for it, Though he wanted to be just and fair like his father he wondered how he had ever listened to men like this.
    Enough Grand master enough bring in the suitors fro the jobs and let’s get this over with.
    Of... of course Sire, Bring them in he hissed at the Crimson cloaked guards.
    The traders strode in, Obviously he was having to chose his treasurer.
    The man ahead of the others was thin but well dressed,
    The man spoke, Greetings Sire he said in a slick voice I am here to bring you riches, Jewels and many many fine traders to help maximize your economy, His face was round and fat his head to big for his body. In truth Santarius was sickened by the man, How can someone be so repulsive?
    Santarius made a motion and two Lion Heart guards took the man by the arms and led him out the doors.
    If you two think to promise me lies then I will have my guards deal with you severely.
    Next was a man draped in crimson, Sire I bring much wealth with me, I have many brothels and traders throughout the Kingdom along with a trading organization, I can bring you and your empire long term wealth and prosperity, Plus spread the word of your rule Sire.
    Santarius smiled just the man he needed.
    And your name is sir?
    Basilim Sire.
    Welcome to the council Basilim.
    He smiled the crimson he wore couldn’t even be compared to the crimson of his eyes.
    What is next Grand master?
    The leader of our spies and assassins Sire
    Santarius held up a hand, Kale who is the commander of the shadow cloaks?
    Kale replied Veriax Sire.
    Santarius nodded to the Grand master, I name Veriax commander of the Spies and Assassins
    Very good Sire but-
    No tell me what next
    Your Palace guards-
    The Knights of the crown will suffice
    And your Marshall Sire?
    Santarius face turned into a frown now that Grand Master I will have to think on.
    The first Royal council meeting will be after I am married to my bride then we will sort out the rest of the affairs of the state for now let the tournament begin!
    .....
    Gregory lashed out his wooden blade crashing into the Knights nose, blood splashed on his face like a waterfall,
    The man fell to the ground in agony blood splattered on his now broken nose and face.
    Gregory breathed in heavily as he heard the Grand master call out.
    Duel one goes to Baron Gregory
    The second duel was more of a challenge,
    The Knights wooden sword hacked at him in furiously agile motion the man’s name was Bousteron he was a Knight of house Blackwood, Or now a Knight of the house Lion Heart.
    The man had every skill that Gregory had, And for once in many years he was not sure weather he would win.
    He blocked a overhead swing and lashed out with his fist.
    The Knight side stepped blade still locked with Gregory’s
    The Knight kicked him and Gregory fell thinking all was lost but then,
    The Trumpets blew and the King walked into the square flanked by Milic and Kale with twenty four Lion Heart Guards behind him.
    Both of you fought bravely and as such I can see no victor you both win this round.
    Gregory flushed and edged towards Santarius.
    Sirian stepped in front of him face grave, He knows what I intend. Gregory realized.
    Bousteron and Gregory raised through the ranks of the tournament until it was imminent that they verse again...
    The Last Fight was surrounded by Lion Heart Guards in a circle, Bousteron verse Gregory it would be a interesting match indeed.
    Bousteron’s helmet was battered he was obviously exhausted, Though the same could be said for Gregory although he would not show it.
    He moved forward with furious swings,
    Bousteron reared back and he realized that it had been a act, As Bousteron parried his blows while dealing out his own dish of pain.
    Gregory cringed and suddenly a wave of adrenalin hit him and he swerved to the side Bousteron’s momentum sending him forwards.
    Gregory’s sword crashed against Bousteron’s skull a screeching crack up roared as it hit.
    Bousteron hit the ground unconscious.
    Gregory smiled and licked the blood and dirt of his lip.
    Santarius’s voice echoed through the crowd, Baron Gregory I Knight you as a member of my Kingsguard, And Bousteron Knight of my own house as you fought bravely I announce you as a member of my guard as well.
    There was a uproar of approval throughout the spectators.
    Sir Gregory grinned Now I can kill this little retch and get back to the real King...
    Well I think three chapters is enough for the weekend.

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    Chapter Eight
    “Fear cuts deeper then swords” Sirian Blackwood
    Santarius swung his blade at Sirian’s throat hoping to hear the crack as it hits, but no Sirian’s blade parried the blow smiling Sirian taunted him.
    You should stop making it so obvious where you’re going to swing in a real battle it could lose cost you your life.
    Santarius’s smiled my Kingsguard will protect me Sirian.
    Sirian frowned has the boy learnt nothing while training with Kale? Santarius we won’t always be there to protect you and at the moment there are only five of us a Bousteron is still in the infirmary, but speaking of the Kingsguard every force to be reckoned with has its own trademark name which inspires their allies and inspires fear in their enemies.
    Santarius brow darkened in thought, I am Santarius Lion Heart.
    What about the Lion Guard?
    Sirian nodded as he moved forward trading blows with Santarius
    That is a good choice Sire It will inspire fear in Henry’s lackeys
    Santarius smiled yes... yes it will.
    The doors opened Kale strode out of the Lords Hall,
    Santarius we must leave for Rome within the day Bousteron should be in full recovery hopefully.
    I thought he was still at the infirmary?
    He decided he was well enough and he wanted to thank you for the honour of becoming one of your sworn guards, Kale stepped to the side as Bousteron hobbled out.
    He looks terrible a kid with a stick could beat him Santarius thought
    Bousteron hobbled forward lips trembling with excitement.
    Thank you Sire thanks you. His voice layered with excitement but underneath it there was pain. He has definitely not recovered enough to travel.
    Sirian touched him lightly on the back, Come Santarius we must pack soon we will be leaving for Rome.
    .......
    Rome’s country side was beautiful and elegant, Forests and rivers it truly was beautiful though it was hard to tell since it was midnight and no moon was visible.
    Santarius looked up at the sky as he rode, such beauty in the simple.
    Sire Sirian said we have reached Rome.
    Yes apart from the fact that I see the gigantic walls and torches I can’t see it at all. Why so blunt Sirian?
    I serve Sire that is all.
    Ah I see well then let’s make way for the tavern.
    Sire wouldn’t you rather-
    Go to the tavern yes.
    Of course sire.
    The gates to Rome opened up and the Lions Guard followed by The Knights of the crown entered the city, the new Crimson cloaks flowed behind his men. He loved it being in power but... he felt it had changed him and he felt it had changed him for the worse.
    Santarius sighed that is the price to pay for a crown I guess
    ......
    London Kings Throne room (Three days earlier)
    I call my banner men to me I have decided of late that the retch Santarius Lion Heart needs to die whichever one of you can kill him or which ever of you hire someone to kill him will be rewarded greatly with Land and wealth.
    The look of pleasure came to his Barons faces and he smiled That boy cannot escape now.
    Now disperse I have a meeting of the upmost importance,
    A few minutes after they left the doors opened and in strode Anthony the killer, This man was his most brutal and efficient Assassin excellent at getting rid of nobles and political opposition but for now he had a merrier job for Anthony and one that involved much more gold.
    Anthony kneeled before him his mouth a slick smile as he did so, Who do you want dead Sire? The boy? His protectors? Say who you want dead and it shall be so.
    Pope Gelasius II In the year 1119 I will control the Papal States through my own priest he smiled thinly, Then we will see about that retched little boy excommunicating me, I will have to wait a year though before I can set this plan in action completely.
    Anthony smiled and turned around he gleamed with elegance and grace as his dark cloak swirled behind him.
    .....
    The Huntsman
    He drank the flagon of Ale in one gulp to drown his sorrows and the way he drank people wouldn’t be surprised if he drowned himself as well.
    His ragged curls dripped into his empty flagon as he put it back down on the bar’s bench,
    He looked up as he heard the sound of footsteps enter the tavern, six men entered, five of them surrounded the one in the middle who seemed just a boy, All of them were armed with swords and were draped in crimson cloaks, This is not something I see often, Who are these men and why are they guarding that kid? My mother always said I was to noisy for my own good perhaps she was right.
    One of the men draped in crimson paid for a table for them and hot meals, The man underneath his crimson blood cloak was dressed in a laced leather black surcoat that was the only thing he made out of from the man.
    He watched as the men sat down and talked in hushed voices, The Tavern was to loud for him to overhear them so he decided to walk a little closer to them.
    One of the men looked up and hushed them, he was the boy and he was sitting on the right side and was the closest of them.
    He was to drunk and in his blindness and foolishness he made a lunge for the boy,
    Before he even took two steps he was pinned to the floor three blades drawn at his throat, Kales, Milic’s and Sirian’s
    I will kill you Kale whispered.
    Wait leave him be he said as he knelt down to the man.
    Are you alright? He asked solemnly
    The man gurgled his reply.
    Santarius looked at one of them, get a pail of water and chuck it on him, He needs to find his way home.
    .....
    The Huntsman (after having water thrown on him)
    His head throbbed, his arms throbbed, everywhere throbbed, he felt his battle axe still sheathed on his back and his two tomahawks were sheathed at his lower back.
    He got up and made his way to follow the men that had unsobered him from his misery and to thank the kid that had just saved his life, When he noticed someone moving. No someone’s moving , He looked up rubbing his eyes and not far off he saw the boy guarded by his men walking towards the Roman Palace of the Pope.
    Meters in front of him he saw three men come out of the shadows, the sound of crossbow strings being pulled back with bolts in them filled the air.
    He acted in a instant shrieking NO as he ran at the men his tomahawks in hand.
    .....
    Kale heard the shouts and turned unsheathing his longsword from it’s old leather scabbard, Sirian and Milic were by his side in a instant there swords drawn ready to get Santarius out of here in a instant.
    Kale could barely make out three, no four men although one was running at the other three from behind, Two small axes in his hands.
    Its that drunk fool from the tavern damn him wait.... Those three men?
    He lunged as he tackled Santarius to the ground.
    ASSASSINS he screamed get him out of here NOW.
    Sirian grabbed Santarius who was looking awfully bewielded by what was going on and lurched him to his feet.
    Kale looked as the man with the two axes danced gracefully with his tomahawks he wondered why the assassin’s hadn’t already fired there loaded crossbows.
    Then one by one there heads fell two the floor with a thud.
    Kale saw that the man who had saved his king was on the dirt ground spewing what looked like mangled and eaten guts.
    Sirian was back with Santarius it turned out they had hid in the alley way.
    Kale made way towards the huntsman or so he claimed to be.
    The man crawled to Kale’s feet then vomited more gut looking contents onto Kale’s steel boot.
    Damnit why is he here? Santarius cant know, By the looks of Milic and Sirian they know. If Santarius finds out I lied to him about..... God help me
    Kale was infuriated by the man spewing on him he made ready to kick the man when Santarius voice rang clear as rain.
    Restrain him and if he makes another move on the man that saved our lives knock him out and confine him to the dungeon for a night.
    Kale was yanked away by Milic and Gregory, Milic’s face full of displeasure with having to restrain his friend, Gregory’s was lit with delight at being able to restrain a man he hated.
    Santarius Kale said he could be dangerous, he looked up a Sirian knowing that nothing would harm Santarius while Sirian had his back.
    Santarius ignoring Kale’s protests Knelt down to the man.
    Are you alright?
    The man gurgled in reply still a bit intoxicated Santarius was surprised the man had the will power to even overcome his intoxication’s drowsiness to act.
    Santarius turned towards Milic and Gregory
    Get him up, escort him to the castle I want him to have good chambers fit for a King, I want him feed and looked after have a doctor look into his wounds, As he said this a intolerable smell hit him with full force.
    He cringed and see to it he is bathed I will speak with him in the morning, Im sure the Pope wont mind one extra visitor.
    Milic looked distraught, Sire with all respect this is not our castle we cannot-
    A glare from Santarius was all he needed to know that if he disobeyed there would be dire consequences.
    Santarius Sirian said this man is afraid, drunk and afraid and fear really does cut deeper then swords...




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    Ok those are my updates for the week, Or at least for this story, Chapters for Gladiator and The Praetorian coming soon!!!!!!!

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    Hope it isnt to long!
    Chapter Nine
    The Pope was not the type of man Santarius had expected as he hobbled down the steps of his holy seat to greet Santarius in the middle of the night, He was hardly a man of power and more like a man of weakness and misjudgement
    The Pope looked at him with steady eyes, trusting eyes “greetings Santarius I welcome you to Rome”
    Santarius bowed to the Pope as Kale had advised him doing “The pleasure is mine your holiness” he said with just a hint of a smile.
    “I take it a great honour in marrying your daughter holiness tell me may I lay my eyes on her beauty?” Santarius eyes were curious but his heart really did not care.
    The Pope smiled with amusement. “I apologize Sire but it is bad luck to look upon the bride before the marriage”
    Santarius nodded and his eyes suddenly blazed with being denied what was rightfully his “If that is your wish holiness”
    Kale noticing Santarius’s fury intervened “holiness I ask that my liege be given leave to rest It has been a long journey”
    The Pope smiled “ah yes it has been a long day for all of us and I must rest”
    Pope Julius turned “Guards escort me to my chambers if you please”
    The Papal Guard fell around the Pope leading him out of the hall.
    Kale and Sirian stood with him waiting for his command.
    “Sire” Sirian asked “What are you looking for”
    Santarius’s eyes drifted around the room for anything of value, seeing none he motioned for his guards to escort him to his room...
    .......
    The morning was bright and cheerful which reflected on Santarius’s mood it had been tiring acting like a King for his men, Now he just wanted to go back being him. He knew though that one mishap, one little spot of weakness and his uncle would have him killed.
    Santarius had thought about this many a hour when he could not sleep last night, If his uncle was smart he would have the pope killed effectively dooming Santarius’s plans until a replacement could be made, And to marry his daughter would be sealing a pact between the pope and the Lion Heart household would give him a upper hand over his uncle.
    Milic and Bousteron were the men to escort him today, He was uneasy around Gregory and he didn’t trust the man though he could hardly dismiss the man he had won the tournament fairly and to do so would be to make a enemy of the man’s family for life.
    Santarius walked into the hall, Sirian and kale held the Huntsman in their arms.
    He was well dressed with a velvet coat around his warm leather clothes, His ruffled hair and untrimmed beard seemed to look quite neat and professional.
    Santarius smiled at the man “I want to thank you for saving my life I fear that I would have had a few crossbow bolts in me by now if it wasn’t for you”
    He smiled back at Santarius “And what is it exactly what you want”
    Santarius beamed and clicked his fingers a servant bought in a crimson cloak “simple I want you to serve fealty to me as a Lion Guard”
    The Huntsman knew a opportunity when he saw one and smiling he said “I never liked King Henry anyway”
    The cloak looked stunningly well on the man “Sire may I keep my preferred weapons of my War axe and my two tomahawks”
    Santarius looked up abruptly “of course I had my men take care of them they will be in the armoury”
    Santarius motioned for Gregory who was behind kale and Sirian two show the Huntsman where his weapons were.
    Santarius realized then he did not know the man’s name “what is your name Sir”
    The Huntsman smiled “Just call me Huntsman Sire” then he turned back and followed Gregory
    Santarius looked at him suspiciously but made no comment, Santarius faced Kale “get me a escort of twenty four Lion Heart Guards I want all of you to escort me around the city, I want to get my bearings”
    Kale bowed modestly and strode away with his crimson cloak gleaming blood red in the sunlight. Sirian, Milic and Bousteron who had made a miraculous recovery strode forward to escort him out of the hall.
    “Sirian” Santarius said “tell me how did your family die?”
    Sirian looked heart sick but obeyed “A old friend betrayed me, he was a Knight, a man of my house you could say. He hated me, he despised me and during the middle of the “Forest war” He had been my most trusted advisor and commander, So I repaid the debt I gave him land and gold I released him from his sworn oath, The day I got back to Nottingham which at the time was my gift from your father years ago, My family was murdered and murdered by my old friend”
    Santarius looked shocked that speech had taken five minutes “I am sorry Sirian if that Knight is still alive we will find him and we will kill him, I promise you”
    Sirian smiled at that “Thank you for your kind words Sire”
    Bousteron piped in “Sir Blackwood it was a honour to serve under you in the Forest War, and Sire it is a honour to serve under you as a protector I pray I will not fail you”
    Santarius smiled at Bousteron “I have no fear that you will fail me Bousteron just show loyalty to me as you did Sirian and you shall not fail me”
    Santarius noticed as they came to the courtyard The huge stone walls towered over them and he saw Papal Guards lined up a top the walls, It was like a mini castle.
    As they came from the gates of the Popes Palace/castle he saw Kale mounted along with twenty four men behind him who mounted as well.
    A Stable boy led his horse forward, A Shimmering beauty you could say, White as snow and as soft as silk to ride. And that is how he named her Snow.
    “Thank you Stable boy” Santarius muttered as he mounted Snow
    Kale looked at Santarius with peering eyes, “Where to first Sire?”
    “let’s find the Grand Cathedral” Santarius said just as the Two Hundred Knights of the crown reigned up beside them.
    Santarius looked at Kale in disbelief “I told you-
    “You are a King Santarius and as commander of your Lion Guard I will have you adequately protected at all times”
    Santarius saw the reasoning in his friends words “Thank you commander”
    Santarius put Snow into a trot knowing he would be frowned upon by the Pope if he put his horse in a canter and ‘accidently’ toppled one of his civilians over and trampled on them.
    As Santarius rode he took note of his soldiers formation line formation the Knights of the crown were in lines of fifty and rode directly behind the men of the Lion Guards, The Lion Heart Guards rode directly behind Santarius, While his Lion Guards rode with him side by side, He felt safe with all these brave men around him, He felt that any enemy he faced would be slaughtered.
    They found the Grand Cathedral in the middle of the city, Two Papal Guards stood at the Entrance unmoving, Santarius dismounted as did his Lion Guards and his Lion Heart Guards, It seemed that Kale was content on letting the Knights of the crown stay outside of the church and out of the way of the priests.
    Santarius walked up the steps to the Cathedral The Papal Guards Strode forward, As they did so Kale and Sirian strode towards them swords drawn.
    Kale’s sword met the man’s neck, “Take another step towards my King and I will decapitate you”
    The Papal guard cringed “This is a holy place and you are fouling it with your weapons and your lust for bloodshed”
    Kale sheathed his sword “I am the commander of the Lion Guard and as such my weapon will stay equipped on me I will not have my King unprotected, These men here as well” he motioned to the Crimson Cloaked Lion heart Guards behind him “are of the Kings escort and as such there weapons will stay with them”
    The Papal Guard moved backwards and grunted a apology, he bowed his head “Sire”
    Santarius strode forward closely followed by his escort
    Santarius thought it be a grand place for a wedding The velvet carpet looked magnificent as the light drowned in it making it shine brightly, under the gigantic cross at the end of the cathedral was wear he would marry his wife on the morrow, He still did not even know her name let alone her beauty.
    A Priest strode forward his eyes bulged his face a colour of red he began to shriek “BLASHPHEMER YOU TANTE THE HOLY CHURCH WITH YOUR WEAPONS” The priest made a move to grab Santarius but instead had four swords pinned to his throat and twenty four swords being unsheathed filled the air.
    Santarius clad in a crimson cloak and a black leather surcoat like Sirian looked proud and pleased, smiling he said oh so viciously to the man that had tried to attack him “i will have your head on a spike someday priest when I rule this city I will rule you and when I do I will kill you and your pathetic group of priests, I will kill your wives and your children I will have my men ravage your daughters again and again until they beg for the death they deserve. So if you threaten me one more time.... you will die”
    The priest smiling now as he motioned to the door, The Pope strode in cloaked in his holiest robes.
    “WHAT in gods name is the meaning of this” His eyes were wide with fear but his voice trembled with anger “you threaten a priest in my Holy Cathedral? I demand he be released at once” he puffed and heaved as he had forgotten to breath while shrieking at the King.
    Santarius face turned into a smile If he dear think he can order me around... I will kill him, If my uncle doesn’t get to it first. But Santarius held his tongue he needed the Pope on his side, he needed the Pope to excommunicate his uncle so that he could bear the power of other Kingdoms to help defeat his wretched uncle for a throne that by rights should be his.
    “I apologize holiness this man strode to me and attacked me, calling me blasphemer when me and my men had come to prey, I apologize for the offense holiness” Santarius kneeled to the Pope in a act of friendship, he motioned for his men to do the same, They did.
    The Pope looked in utter shock and despair “The Priest he..... he attacked you?”
    Santarius nodded “he screeched BLASPHEMER at me an then made a show to grab me” Santarius had time for a small smile.
    The Pope looked Outraged at the Priest “My dearest apologize Sire I think it was me who cast blame in the wrong direction, Do what you will with him and his unholy cretins of a family.
    Santarius rose and motioned at two Lion Heart Guards, “Find his family and bring them all to me, I will be in the Popes hall”
    He turned and then said “actually dispatch a detachment of men to find him out of the four hundred I have in the city”
    One of the men bowed “of course Sire” He grabbed the priest and took him away.
    “Kale take me back to the Palace” Santarius motioned and his escort formed up

    He walked into the hall where the Pope was muttering to a few men Santarius did not recognise nor care to find out who they were, Sirian, Milic, kale, Bousteron, The Huntsman and Gregory all followed him into the hall, The Huntsman’s axe gleamed and looked maliciously vicious, he would hate to fight him in battle.
    The Pope saw him and clapped his hands in pleasure “Ah Sire I was just looking for you”
    “What for?” Santarius inclined his head curiously
    “To speak of your wedding in honour of your heritage and Banner I have decided that we will have crimson everywhere on the wedding” The Pope said smiling
    Santarius took note to tell Kale to triple his guard on the wedding “I praise you holiness thank you for the honour”
    The Pope looked rather chuffed “The honour is all mine Sire... now if you will excuse me I have some pressing matters to attend to”
    Santarius Bowed “Of course holiness” Santarius turned to Kale when the Pope left
    “how much longer do I have to respect that old bag of bones? When Henry sends Anthony- The master Assassin, The Pope will die”
    Kale’s eyes burned with curiosity “Anthony? Why would he send Anthony?”
    “Because my pathetic uncle has planned to do away with the Pope and then he would select a new Pope from his own bunch of pathetic squabbling priests. And so he would kill the Pope”
    Now Sirian was curious “how exactly do you know this Sire?”
    “One because I’m not stupid and two because he isn’t the only one with spies” Santarius smiled “Now If you will excuse me I am going to rest before I have supper It has been a tiring day and I have my wedding tomorrow”

    He woke his stomach churning and his mouth dry, he was afraid of what exactly? He couldn’t say all he knew was that he was afraid.
    “SIRIAN” he screeched, The door smashed open Sirian rushed in sword drawn.
    “Sire are you hurt?” Sirian’s eyes moved around the room searching for someone.
    “No my friend sorry to alarm you I am just afraid” Santarius was horrified to admit it but he did not care he was not a weakling
    Sirian sheathed his sword “Santarius do not worry you are a King if you hate her kill her” Sirian meant it jokingly of course but sadly Santarius did not get it
    “Thank you Sirian” his eyes were cold and mocking
    “Come now Santarius you have a big day ahead, When you walk down the aisle you must choose two Lion Guards to escort you the other four will be with the priest who is giving your marriage rights, On the right side of the cathedral there will be the two hundred Knights of the crown your wife will stand on that side, On the other two hundred Papal Guards you will stand on that side”
    Santarius pondered then replied “Thank you Sirian, I want you and Kale to escort me”
    Sirian bowed “It will be a honour Sire”

    The Pope had kept his word there really was crimson everywhere, It wasn’t that Santarius didn’t like crimson it was just that... it was everywhere it made the wedding look grotesque, Santarius was not here to judge colours he was here to marry a girl he did not even know, He could not deny he had a strong feeling he was not ready for this.
    Trumpets blew and people cheered Kale and Sirian marched their faces set as stone, He got to the gigantic cross where his wife stood on the other side of him.
    He looked at her stunned by her beauty her light brown eyes were full of care and love, her black hair glistered in the sun, her dress looked to be as soft as silk, She was beautiful.
    “Santarius Lion Heart do you take Cathrena as your wife?”
    “I do” Santarius meant it
    “Cathrena do you take Santarius Lion Heart as your husband?”
    “I do” He voice was as soft as velvet and her eyes glistened at Santarius as she said the words.
    You may kiss the bride
    Santarius and Cathrena leant forward her lips were soft and the light kiss sent his heart fluttering, All around him people cheered,
    And then the dancing started

    It had been a late night as Cathrena was snuggled next to him he had not consummated the marriage yet and he did not intend to for a while.
    A rapping came at his chamber door then it barged open Kale, Sirian and Milic all there.
    “Sire the Pope..... has been killed”
    Santarius leaped out of bed so quickly Cathrena his wife woke up “Kale were taking her as well”
    “Taking me where?” Cathrena truly was confused and she had every right to be.
    “Come dear we have grave news” Santarius felt sorry for her on the day she is married to a stranger her father is murdered and Santarius could guess who, Anthony.

    The Popes chambers were covered in blood, Anthony definitely made a mess of his work, But Santarius couldn’t think at the moment as he looked out the window to the camp where his flag flew high.
    “Kale bring my army into the city to maintain order gather the priests for a election and then lock down this bloody city”
    “Sire you can-“ kale protested
    “I am the KING I can do whatever I want Now Obey me!”
    Kale moved back his eyes full of sorrow “If it is your wish it will be done Sire”




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    Chapter Ten
    Santarius walked the cobblestone walkway through the Palace garden, he heard birds chirping and singing and from not far off heard the sweet cheerful sound of a lute, He smiled in despair at what he had done the lat couple of years, It had been three years since he had ordered the takeover of Rome at first there had been resistance.... but now peace. He had elected a new Pope one that he could directly command one that was staunchly loyal to him and his cause, Pope Alexander. He was a old man, Old but loyal to the bone. With the Pope at his command his uncle was excommunicated and he had ordered a rally of forces in the name of Santarius the Lion King he was called now.
    The rally of forces had been from mainly the Holy Roman Empire, Spain and France Troops had been sent and now his numbers reached four hundred thousand troops. It was a impressive army to say the least.
    Santarius had sent his wife for a walk in the field with the Huntsman guarding her, He would expect them around noon until he killed time by walking and listening, talking and listening. Listening and more listening. It felt that all he did now was listen to Aeron prattle on about the Kingdom and his lousy attempts to please him were mediocre at best.
    Santarius had never intended to be this type of King, actually he had never intended to be a king. He had intended to be his father just and fair never sway from a battle and never disrespect a man, women or child no matter birthright. But he was not his father he never would be and even though he wanted to make his late father proud in heaven. Being a King was no easy task he saw now.
    The sound of footsteps bought him out of his tired state. Sirian was there followed by Kale, Milic and eighteen Lion Heart Guards,
    Kale strode forward “Sire I think it is time we head back to the Palace” his tone was as hard as stone
    “Ah” Santarius said “perhaps it is time I get out of the sun”

    He sat on the Throne that the Pope would have been sitting on in normal circumstances but these were no normal circumstances, Ever since his takeover he had been the person of power conducting the affairs of the Kingdom from the High seat of religion, The Pope had a special mini throne on his right and Cathrena on the left.
    “Kale, Sirian, Milic Take these two guards” he motioned the ones guarding the door “And find the Huntsman and my wife check the huntsman chambers first then the fields”
    They bowed “of course my King” they said in unison
    Santarius was now left in the throne room with Sir Bousteron and Sir Gregory...
    The Huntsman was in his chambers as Kale opened the doors knowing that his old friend would be in here, Trying to run from his past, run from what he did so many years ago.
    He motioned and the two guards left them.
    “You are leaving him again” kale said as Sirian glowered at the Huntsman, Milic’s facial expression was completely expressionless
    The Huntsman turned as he tried to stuff a Noble’s coat into a case “I abandoned him because I had to Bendante do not question me”
    Sirian stepped forward “You are his –“
    A Scream “KALE, GUARDS HELP” filled the air
    Sirian was the first out rushing with a adrenalin he thought he never had bloody Gregory I should have known he would strike now. Kale passed him a moment later with grim hatred in his eyes whoever was threatening Santarius better be a bloody good swordsman because fighting Kale when he is mad is definitely not the best idea.
    Milic’s face was no longer filled with nothing he was filled with fear, Not for him but for his King. If Santarius died he would never forgive himself for failing.
    Sirian’s eyes were cold, his blue eyes normally so full of joyous laughter and now they were just... just cold expressionless, deadly and frightening, Sirian was said to be the deadliest swordsman in the land and everyone knew he was devoted to Santarius.
    The doors burst open Gregory was in the middle of fighting Bousteron who was doing his very best to protect his King.
    Bousteron’s blade came to block a second to late and the blade cut into his side, Blood trickled at first then it seemed to turn into a flood.
    Gregory’s voice filled the room “Bousteron betrayed the King”
    Kale locked his eyes on Santarius.
    Santarius pointed at Gregory “KILL HIM”
    That was all Greegory needed to hear as his blade sliced through Bousteron’s weak defence, Bousteron’s head rolled
    Sirian moved with agile grace towards Gregory but was to slow as Gregory leapt for Santarius.
    Santarius dodged the slice for his neck and kicked out hitting Gregory in the shin, Gregory lashed out with his hand hitting Santarius in the jaw and sending himself toppling down the steps as he lost balance.
    In a instant Santarius’s blade was at his throat along with Sirian’s, Milic’s and Kale’s all who looked remarkable mad.
    Gregory had no trial, no hearing no one to prove his innocence two words were said from Santarius and that ended it Gregory’s blood splashed the walls and his screams bought guards into the Throne room who surprisingly enough hadn’t noticed the sword fight.
    The Captain of the guard looked confused and scared, Gregory had kept his plots hidden and had done a fine job of coning the Barons and lords into liking him enough that a few hands would be raised about his death, But hands can be cut off and so can heads if need be.
    Kale ready the army I am sick of waiting for my uncle’s death I will march on London as soon as I can, My Uncle will have a choice surrender and give me London or resist and London will burn.
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    Chapter Eleven
    Henry sat on his throne pondering on how to take the news “My nephew has finally decided to attack and I hear he has the full strength of the Pope behind him” despite the news Henry said this calmly with a smile
    Dane looked at him his eyes full of stupidity “Sire he cannot get past our forces we are to strong to la-“
    “Idiot he has four hundred thousand soldiers and that is not counting the men that the Pope will give him” Henry did not smile his eyes blazed over Dane “I should have you killed for you idiocy”
    Dane for his part looked hurt “Sire give me command of the men and I will send Santarius and his army to hell”
    “No you will stay here when they siege the city you can have command then but I will have General Rufus take out my scheming nephew” Henry looked at Dane “Put in the commission for soldiers I need every man I can get weather a cold hard veteran or a old farmer everyone will fight”
    Dane looked at him solemnly “Of course Sire”
    With that Dane walked out of the throne room his Dark Blue cloak shone beautifully in the sunlight. He passed soldiers and they bowed to him, servants and Knights a like bowed to him now ever since he became the commander of Henry’s Kingsguard he had been seen with respect and authority.
    He reached the new city watch captain in his quarters, He wasted no time in telling him what needed to be done “I need you to recruit every man you can, Weather in the city or the surrounding fiefs find soldiers and train them the best you can. The Kings nephew will be reaching our soil soon and we need every man to fight against him”
    The captain nodded that was all then Dane walked away.
    He walked out onto the court yard just outside of the palace where he saw soldiers marching. Birds chirping and the ring of steel strike metal as soldiers practiced.
    Dane was unimpressed at the sight of the men around him, It wouldn’t matter how many soldiers they threw against them with Sirian, Milic and Kale they were unstoppable Santarius commanded the loyalty of the Knights of the Crown and that was all he needed, The people were starving and dying it was as if the plague had hit the city, If Santarius broke the gate there would be no hope. The civilians would recognize him as his fathers son and that would be it, Anthony was loyal to the true king and when word spread that Santarius was the son of Richard Anthony would blaze into the throne room along with his hundreds of assassins and spies. The men around him would be cut down with a single stroke. Not many of them could even block a bloody wooden sword strike how could they defend the city? How could any of them hope to defeat someone like Sirian? Dane was not loyal to Henry it was his hate for Sirian that kept him against Santarius. In truth he would rather be fighting with Santarius, he was a good lad. But he had said him vows and that was that he had a oath to Henry to uphold.
    He noticed one of the soldiers moving towards him the man chucked him a wooden sword.
    Dane looked at it curiously knowing this was a challenge “Fine ill fight you fool”
    The man smiled his teeth were crocked and yellow and it seemed most were gone. Joseph Dane would have bent over in disgust but if he did he would be hit a dozen times before he could even lift his own blade.
    The blow was lousy and Dane parried it with ease, He then stepped forward and cut his blade left hitting the man in the sword arm. There was a crack that sounded as the sword splintered and he realized he had hit the man with as much power as he could muster.
    The man screeched in pain and fell to his knees.
    Dane looked at him disgusted “You are WEAK” as he said this he smashed a steel boot into the man’s ribs “You do not deserve to fight for the King” again another kick to the chest and then there was the cracking of ribs and the scream of agony coming from the man with bones puncturing his heart and lungs.
    Dane saw the desperation his eyes that would soon go cold, Desperation to live to fight the man that had wounded him, fatally.
    Dane knelt and put his head forward and whispered in his ear “I’m sorry friend”
    The man coughed up blood, snivelled and then cried
    Dane unsheathed his Longsword and pointed towards the man’s heart he stabbed then twisted violently, then again and again until the man’s chest was a mass of punctures the ground below him was flooded with blood and the man’s eyes were cold as ice his gaze locked in sorrow at Dane.
    The courtyard was silent now the birds had stopped singing and the clashing of stee had stopped as well, all around him Dane looked at faces that were full of Sorrow and astonishment that he had struck a man down, struck one of their men down.
    Dane nodded at them all “continue your training” he snarled at them all.
    I just struck a man down in cold blood this was not a battlefield, This was not a war this is murder. God forgive my sins






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    Wow mate, 3 spectacular updates - the best so far.

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    Thanks mate! I have tried to get these updates out as I was set on having it finished this weekend but it appears I cant do that as im busy so throughout the week Ill update the last chapters.

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    Chapter Twelve

    The crisp air howled in Santarius's face. He was home. He felt the cool fresh soil part beneath his feet as he walked to his Tent where his Barons waited his command for the coming battle. He lookeed around at the great pines, surrounding him and his army. Which reached to Five hundred thousandmen with the additions the Pope and King of Venice had given him.

    Santarius had to admit That it was beautiful The tree's, birds that sang there hearts content. All of it magnificent. And soon they wouldbe littered with the body of the dead and dying wounded and weeping. Santarius griminaced at the very thoiught of shedding blood in this land. But General Rufus had already sent raidsonto his war party. They were repelled every time and every time he slaughtered Rufus's men. True they camein numbers of fifty to hundred but every man slain is another man he did not have to fight.

    The Tent billowed open by by agust of wind and he saw the men shiver inside. Santarius walked in and every one bowed there heads at his approach.

    "Baron Aerys report?" Santarius asked

    "Rufus has moved his men into position I suspect he willlaunch an attack with his fullforce tommorow Sire" Baron Aerys replied with pleasure in his voice eager to win the favour of his young king.

    Baron Aerys was a old man at sixty three years, his lower lip quivered when he spoke and it was as if he was going to sob. his eyes of the palest blue. He was father to Baron Quintus.Both were ambitious, greedy and loyal. ANd he hadf to admire their wits. It was true that not a man could beat Aerys in a battleof words but it was laughed that he couldnt even pick up a sword.

    Quintus spoke up "Sire may ask who will be given command to lead your men to battle?"

    Are you that eager to have a sword sticking through you Quintus? Santarius would have voiced his thoughts with pleasure but he held them in. In truth the only Baron he remotely trusted or even knew was Sirian.

    "I am....thinking on it have no fear" Santarius said as solemly as he could muster

    Quintus face grew into a wide smile at hearing that "Sire may I for the honour of commanding your army? To victory!"

    Santarius got very annoyed with Quintus and for a second he let his annoyance flash across his face. But not wishing to lose tomuch of his Baron'srespect he replied "My deepest apolagizes Baron Quintus" Santarius said bowing slightly "But I have decided to entrust this Job to Sir Sirian of The Lion Heart Guard"

    Quintus's smile droped and he bristled with rage and screeched "YOU INSOLENT WRETCH" His face was covered in persperation "HOW CAN YOU LET AKNIGHT OF YOUR BLOODY KINGSGUARD COMMAND AN ARMY?HOW DARe YOU ROB ME OF COMMANDING AN ARMY? YOU STUPID LITTLE-

    Quintus'shead smashed down on the command desk Kale throw Quintus and said in a voice that made everyone freeze "I know you werent insulting my friend were you Quintus"

    Quintus looked in horror and stifled a sob "No Sir no: he turned to Santarius "My deepest and utmost apolagize Sire I hope you may forgive my outburst of rage"

    Sirian stepped forward before Santarius could reply "Quintus is right Sire my place is at your side not at the head commanding an army. This is your land Sire and as much as I wish no harm to come to you this is your time to prove yourself to the people"

    Santarius looked at him seemingly perplexed by Sirian's words "Thank you Sir Sirian you have taught me something today"He smiled now "yesI will lead but I will be leading twohundred thousand soldiers into battle against General Rufus's one hundred and fifty thousand most are peasants and will die easily but Rufus's bodyguard so I hear is made upof Knights and they will be the ones two worry about. The other three hundred men will work on sixteen siege towersand ninety six ladders as I already have enough trebuchets to set fire to London shall I need to.

    The Barons looked perplexed at his commands. But did not voice any protests.

    Santarius'ssmile was gleeful now "Oh and Quintus I am giveing you command of this"

    Quintus's face bristled with rage again but looked sideways and saw Kale'shand on his sword and gulped down his rage. He nodded to Santarius. And that was it Battle was about to commence.

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    update will be coming this weekend I would do it now but as its eleven at night and im tired Goodnight




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