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White Crimson	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
***Warnings: Non-con(rape), language, violence, comfort

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter 6

The boy king tapped his fingers atop the throne armrest while glaring at the councilmen and two guards. The men were on their knees before him. "Tell me again how one naked man in a cell can kill and attack a group of armed guards?"

Roderick was sitting among the nobles and listening carefully. He knew Gilbert was going to fight, but he would have never guessed the severity of it.

The councilman spoke. "Your highness, it was more than we expected! I have known Sir Gilbert for many years prior to your reign, and never have I seen him fight like that! Two men lay gutted and sprawled out on his floor right now! He moved so fast!"

"Or maybe the men you had accompanying you were simply incompetent. They have never faced a real knight before. Now, what else happened?" The king pointed to the guard on the right. "You. Speak."

"He-he didn't suddenly attack us, your grace. He was very calm and looked…almost scared."

'I know that look.' Roderich said to himself. 'Good move, Gilbert.'

"Then what happened?"

"One of the guards seemed to…to like what were going to do so he approached Sir Gilbert and-" The guard looked down but the king urged him to continue. "W-when the guard kissed him…Sir Gilbert took the chance to bite out the man's tongue and pull the sword from the sheath." The court started to murmur and whisper. "That's when the fighting started."

The king smirked, looking to be amused. "Interesting. So right now he is inside that tower armed with swords and armor, is that correct?"

"Yes sir." The councilman nodded. "We will need to send in stronger men to confront Sir Gilbert and remove the bodies and weapons."

"It shall be done. I will send for some of my Royal Guards to do the job. It is also fair to say that the examiner was not able to do his job then?" The councilman shook his head. "Hmph. Very well. Sir Gilbert's short victory will end within the day, I assure you. Now, all of you get out of my sight before I remove your tongues."

Roderich watched the men leave the courtroom and the next group of people come in to plead their issues to the king. He had to rub the bridge of his nose for things were starting to get complicated. Gilbert biting out the man's tongue was a very bad choice on the knight's end. 'That is Ivan's trademark move in a fight. They'll question him next, and I don't want that man involved in any of this.' Ivan belonged to the king's Royal Guards and is the lover of Alfred, one of their crusade leaders. Roderich was certain of Alfred's loyalty, but Ivan's trust he questioned. The large man never let his true feelings be known, and Roderich had to rely on Alfred's good word. 'Perhaps I should just dig myself a hole and hide in it.'

One of Roderich's servants came through the seated crowd and crouched beside his chair. Roderich leaned his head down so the servant could whisper, "A letter has come from Lord Arthur." Roderich politely and softly excused himself from the others seated near him and left with the servant. He walked with the servant to the royal library and hid among the shelves to read the letter. The servant handed him the letter and Roderich sent him off with a polite 'thank you'. Roderich confirmed that it was Arthur's waxed seal before opening the letter to read.

Roderich,

Upon my expert spying around the late king's second castle, I happened to come across a very interesting document. It is written in the late king's own hand and bears his signature. This document could either be our salvation in this crusade or be our demise. After you read this, I will already be on my way to the 'meeting place'. There I will personally hand you the document and we will discuss matters further. I also have news of the others. Alfred continues to defend our cause by winning each battle with any of the king's armies in the west. Yao has set out with some ships to the south seas in hopes of spreading the word of our kingdom's recent turmoil. This will help us gain more supporters and armies. Also, I have heard of Gilbert's arrest and only hope this document will help to change all that.

I should be arriving upon the next full moon. Be there.

Roderich took the letter and tossed it into the fire, watching it burn to ash. 'Just what did you find, Arthur?' The next full moon would be tonight.

/

Ludwig opened his eyes and lifted his head from the bed upon hearing the shouts of Royal Guards. It was odd for the Royal Guards to be here at the dungeon tower for it was below their jurisdiction. His knee was still throbbing but the majority of the pain had subsided. He knew the moment pressure was put on the knee the pain would reawaken. However, he had to stand and see why the Royal Guards were here at the dungeon. The first thought in his head was something had happened with Gilbert, and chances are he would be right. Anything could have happened from the time he was resting until now.

Holding his breath, Ludwig used the footboard to steady himself as he stood. The pain ignited in his knee the second the weight was pressed on to it. Near the door was his walking stick, which he never liked to use. It was tempting to use it now to relieve some of the pressure, but he would not walk around in public with it. He still held some dignity and pride as a soldier. Walking to the door he could hear a man giving orders to the guards. Ludwig opened the door of his chamber and looked to his left where four Royal Guards stood in a line side by side in their black armor. The Royal Guards were an elite group of warriors, some knights, others brave lords, who protected the king and carried out royal duties. Their roles and rights had changed since the new king came to the throne, allowing the Royal Guards to abuse their power by giving them dominion over everything beneath them. Ludwig despised the Royal Guards; they had the authority to beat, fight, rape, kill, and even invade homes if they so desired. Never would they have to answer to anyone but the king. Currently, this group was armed with swords and large shields, but for what? Ludwig narrowed his brows and limped his way over to them.

"Excuse me," Ludwig started. "I am the executioner here, and I have not received word of the Royal Guards gracing this place. Why are they here?" He asked one of the councilmen.

"There has been some issue with Sir Gilbert. The Royal Guards are here to do the job that the other guards could not seem to handle. The examiner will be here very shortly. Do not bother yourself with this."

"May I ask what has happened? I was bedridden for a short while so I haven't heard."

The councilman cleared his throat. "Sir Gilbert attacked some guards, killing two and biting out the tongue of another." One of the Royal Guards let out a little 'ha', but the black helmets hid their faces.

"I would like to accompany your men for this. I help to look after Gilbert's wellbeing while here."

The councilman waved his hand. "As you wish. However, you are to remain outside the dungeon cell and allow us to do what is needed."

Ludwig had no choice but to nod in agreement with the councilman. He followed some steps behind the Royal Guards as they proceeded to Gilbert's room. Ludwig was not at all surprised by Gilbert's violent outburst because he has seen the knight in action during battle. The right moment must have come up for Gilbert to gain the upper hand, and he went all out. Gilbert would not be so lucky when the Royal Guards stepped in and the examiner was allowed to pursue. How would Gilbert feel after all of this was done?

/

"It feels so good to be me!" Gilbert said with a laugh from his bed, adorning one of the fallen guards' uniforms. He twirled the sword in his hand by the hilt and hummed a merry tune, still drenched in blood. It had been the perfect attack and it worked like a charm. He allowed one of the guards to get close by acting shy and vulnerable. Biting off the tongue was a lot easier than he thought it was going to be. He had to really bite down and tear hard to rip it out, but it left everyone else in shock so he could grab a sword. With the familiar blade in his hand, Gilbert gutted one guard and stabbed another, both of which now lay in his cell like bear skin rugs. The other guards ran away when the sword came at them, as well as the councilman.

"I bet that bastard shit his pants when he saw what I am capable of! Let's just see who is brave enough to come through that door and face the awesome me single-handed!" He reached under the bed and took out the opal pendant, holding it out in front of him with a smile. "Thanks for the help there, Fritz…you bought me some time." He brought the pendant to his lips but nearly dropped it when a heavy banging came on the surface of his door. Quickly, he shoved the pendant back between the mattresses and leapt to his feet ready to fight. He rushed to the door, waiting for it to open so his sword could meet with another belly. With luck, he would be able to fight his way out the door and run to freedom.

"Sir Gilbert!" Someone shouted. "Lower your weapons or face the true wrath of the Royal Guards!"

'The Royal Guards?' Gilbert's eyes widened when he heard the name. "Fuck off! Any one of you fuckers step through that door will meet my blade!" The door swung open and Gilbert let the sword fly, only to have it blocked by a large shield. The first Royal Guard pushed in and blocked any more blows from Gilbert while the others surrounded him. "DIE YOU BASTARDS!" He swung his sword at the four but each one blocked his swings. Sparks flew from blades and armor clanked heavily as the Royal Guards began to subdue him. "NO! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"

Ludwig was standing in the doorway with the councilman, watching while Gilbert was overpowered. The sword was knocked from his hand by another's hilt and the side of a shield met with his stomach. Gilbert coughed up a bit of blood and lurched forward before another Royal Guard knocked him down. Two held him down while the others dragged the dead bodies out of the cell. Ludwig turned around at the sound of a voice saying, "I'm assuming this is where I am to be?" The man wore a full hooded mask, but Ludwig knew right away it was the examiner.

"Yes, we are subduing him now." Said the councilman.

"I need the man on his hands and knees for this to work. Men are harder to examine than women." The examiner said calmly and the councilman shouted the order. Ludwig found that he could not hold back what he wanted to say despite Gilbert's yelling in the cell.

"The late king would have never approved of this." Ludwig stated firmly. "He stopped such means of torture and humiliation."

Brown eyes looked at Ludwig through the eyeholes. "And I was out of a fucking job. But it didn't stop me from being used when needed." The man chuckled. "Fredrick never actually CAME to the torture hall or dungeon to see just what was going on."

Ludwig was silent, but kept a steady glare on the examiner. Then the councilman said, "How long will this take?"

"As long as I want it to." The examiner answered harshly. "Now step aside and let me do my work. This will be my first time with an actual knight!" Before he could take one step, Ludwig stood in front of him to block the way. "Who's this joker anyway?" The examiner asked the councilman.

"Our executioner. Pay him no mind. Peasant! Stand aside!" He ordered Ludwig, but the examiner just shoved Ludwig out of the way and went into the room.

Ludwig had to lean against the wall to hold himself up when he was pushed. He looked into the room to see the Royal Guards forcing Gilbert to flip over, even kneeling on his arms to keep him down. Once again, Ludwig tried to go inside but the door was slammed in his face and locked. Growling, he slid down the wall a foot away from the door and proceeded to wait for the ordeal to be finished. Ludwig knew Gilbert would be found guilty no matter what, and the corruption of the court angered him more so. There was always corruption and unjust rulers, but this was becoming too much even for him. If the reasons behind all this were more important than just 'this god or that god', then Ludwig wouldn't care so much.

From inside the cell, he could hear the Royal Guards laughing, or shouting, he wasn't sure which. Whichever it was, they were well underway to Gilbert's examination. He crossed his arms and growled again, gritting his teeth at his own mysterious emotions. Having someone else take Gilbert was awaking the jealous feeling in him, but where the jealousy was springing from he did not know. Virginity meant nothing to him, yet knowing Gilbert was losing his angered him. He had wanted to be with Gilbert first, but only to demonstrate his own power and dominance over the knight. Nothing would stop him taking Gilbert after this; it would be in his right.

"I can't do that." Ludwig grumbled to himself. "What is happening to me? I should just take a sword and lop off that damn white head and be done with it. I'll gladly face the noose after."

Gilbert's sudden cries of pain and the sound of flesh being hit echoed its way through the door. Ludwig slid over and pressed his ear against the wood. It sounded as if they are beating him and it was turning into more than just an examination. Gilbert was hated as much as he was loved, and Ludwig wouldn't put it past any of those warriors not to hate him for something. Someone was walking up behind him so he turned to see who it was. It was the girl Eliza from before. Ludwig quickly stood up and blocked her path. "You should not be here right now."

She looked at him with troubled green eyes. "I know what is happening, and it shouldn't be."

"You're right. However, it is happening and you still should not be here. You must leave."

"No, I will not!" She said firmly. "Who is in there? Who would do such a vile thing?" She knew, but could not let Ludwig know.

"Some Royal Guards, a councilman, and the examiner. You'd best be away from here and soon. I do not trust any of those men once they come out of there. What exactly could you do for him anyway? They will not let you in so you'd best leave." She looked at him with angry eyes before turning around and leaving the hall, her long brown hair bouncing as she did. "Women care too much." He shook his head and returned to listening at the door. The latch unlocked and Ludwig struggled to stand up, moving out of the way. Out came the examiner and the councilman, ignoring him and walking away. Ludwig waited a few seconds before sneaking off behind them to listen to what they had to say.

"So what is your analysis?" Asked the councilman.

"The guy's never been with anyone. I felt no tears, old or new. Smooth sailing and soft walls. It was rather nice. Very refreshing."

The councilman looked uneasy, then "would ten gold coins say differently?" Ludwig frowned from his hiding place in the dark and the examiner looked at the other.

"Ten gold coins will make me spit in your face. Twenty gold coins will allow me to say he was looser than a cheap prostitute."

"That is an awful lot of money…"

"It's up to you." The examiner waited for an answer.

"Very well. Twenty gold." The man handed over the coins.

The examiner laughed. "I'll proudly brag about fucking a Moon Knight tonight at the tavern with some good ale in my belly!"

"You must report to the king right away to testify."

"Fuck that. I'll do it when I'm ready. Pleasure doing business with you."

Ludwig saw both men go their separate ways and lay still for a few moments more before getting up to go back to the room. He passed the dead bodies of the guards and made a mental note to have someone come and clean them up. Upon returning to Gilbert's door, Ludwig could hear voices inside again, and louder this time. He leaned his ear to listen.

"Why are you such a woman?" Said one Royal Guard.

"I don't have to rape to get what I want." Said another.

"Well, we'll be busy for a bit longer so let our leader know!" One said with a laugh. "You sure you don't want to stay and have a piece of him?"

"I've taken part in this for far too long. I've had enough."

Ludwig moved away from the door before it opened and hit him. The largest Royal Guard exited the room and slammed the heavy door behind him. His armor and sword clanked loudly while he stormed away, his fists balled tightly. Surprised that there was one decent guard out of the bunch, Ludwig decided to follow him. He really wanted to ask what had happened and hoped the Royal Guard would answer. Instead, when he finished making the steps (slowly), he saw the girl Eliza speaking to the guard.

"How could you have stood by and let that happen?" She whispered harshly, glaring up at the helmet-covered face. A large hand lifted it to speak.

"Better I was there at all than just the king's goons." He whispered back. "If I did anything then I would be locked up. I am doing this for Alfred, you know that."

"You will say what really went on, right? You won't let them lie to the king?"

"I will act accordingly to whatever the situation is. I have my own duties and ambitions. I owe that knight nothing."

"What a cruel man you are!" She stormed away from him.

Now Ludwig was even more curious with everything that had just happened. The girl Eliza was no servant girl; she has to be undercover here. He knew something was different about her. The Royal Guard also knows something, the same as she does. Ludwig would not report anything he had just seen to the king, not after what the brat did to him. The guard and the girl must be friends or supporters of Gilbert. There was no reason to expose them, but he would play dumb the next time she was around. Something was happening and he was determined to find out what.

Ludwig hurried back to the cell where heavy grunts could still be heard. The Royal Guards were still in there having their way with Gilbert. Now it was getting ridiculous and Ludwig was not going to take any more of it. The door was unlocked and he entered the room, stepping over the blood trail where the bodies were dragged. In the center of the floor were the three Royal Guards, one mounting Gilbert and the other two holding him down. Ludwig growled and shouted, "Get off of him! That's enough!"

"Who the hell are you?" Asked one of the helmed guards.

Ludwig looked at Gilbert's naked body beneath the man covered in blood and bruises. "You did what was needed of you. Now go."

"Fuck you, gimp! We can do what we want!" Said another guard. "We are of the Royal Guard. Everything is within our right."

Gilbert looked at Ludwig, wanting to tell the man to leave but could not find his voice. He was surprised that Ludwig was here at all, much less attempting to save him.

"I am a former soldier, and this is in MY right." Ludwig landed a firm punch to the guard mounting Gilbert. His knuckles ached from hitting the steel, but the guard fell off of Gilbert. The other two leapt up and pulled their swords out on Ludwig.

"You wanna fight us, gimpy?" One taunted. "How about I free you from that leg? Just slice the bastard right off!"

Ludwig stood his ground and readied his fists for a fight. "The Royal Guards are supposed to protect!"

"We do what we want!" Said the one he had punched. "Back off, gimpy!"

"Call me that again." Ludwig dared them.

"GIMPY!"

Ludwig ignored the pain and lifted his good foot high to kick the Royal Guard in the chest. The man stumbled and fell backwards, clashing loudly onto the floor. Ludwig himself stumbled a bit as the pain tore up his leg, but the was able to grab the small side table and use it just in time to block a sword blow aimed at his head. The same guard swung at him again but Ludwig lost his balance and fell. The guard he had kicked down came back and landed a swift kick in his gut. Ludwig choked and coughed, but another heavy boot came down on his side this time. Another kick in his chest knocked the wind from him and a boot pressed his head down onto the floor. One even pressed down on the back of his wounded knee; he was paralyzed.

"Don't mess with the big boys again, insect!" Said one, lifting the helm front to spit at him.

"Yeah, leave the fighting and the fucking to the REAL soldiers!"

"Let's go, men. This place reeks of weakness. Don't worry, we'll send someone in to get you. Eventually!" He bellowed loudly.

Ludwig and Gilbert lay still on the floor while the Royal Guards laughed as they exited, locking the door behind them. Gilbert's body was sore from head to foot, most of the pain being in his backside. Struggling, he turned over to look at Ludwig who was panting while trying to catch his breath. Ludwig wasn't looking at him, for blue eyes were tightly shut in pain or anger, Gilbert didn't know which. He watched as Ludwig lifted his fist to slam it continuously on the floor in frustration, and at that moment, despite what had just happened, Gilbert realized something about Ludwig. The fight a few minutes ago was all the information he needed. Ludwig hated how weak and useless he had become because of his wound. He had to completely change his life around and everyone looked at him differently. No wonder Ludwig seemed to hate him and not care about anything. It was much easier to live that way. Gilbert was everything Ludwig wished he could still be. And Gilbert belittled him just as much as the others have.

"Hey." Gilbert spoke through cracked bleeding lips.

Ludwig opened his eyes and responded with a, 'hn'.

"Thanks for…trying to help me back there."

"I did nothing." Ludwig wheezed out and forced himself to sit up, holding his stomach. "Are you alright?"

Gilbert gave a weak smirk. "I could say the same to you."

"You went through much more than I." Ludwig looked over at Gilbert and studied the pale naked body more closely. There was blood, bruises, and dried semen covering his belly. Although his legs were closed, Ludwig could make out the bruised inner thighs. Only a small portion of it was showing but if they were spread, the bruises would be covering the whole of his inner thighs. The heavy armor slapping against the skin while they thrust was the cause of it. One pale cheek was swollen pink and various fingerprints lay scattered all over his body. There was a spot on his chest that resembled a brush burn, yet was the result of armor rubbing against skin. Ludwig could picture one of those Royal Guards, dressed in their heavy black armor, laying full atop of Gilbert and forcing their way into him. The examiner had to be the easiest part for Gilbert. "I should have helped you more."

"Hey, there was nothing you could do." Gilbert closed his eyes. "The way they were armed…neither of us stood a solid chance."

Ludwig began his ordeal of trying to stand. "How do you feel?"

"Are you…seriously fucking asking me that question right now?" Gilbert harshly answered with a laugh. "You know what one of those fucks actually said to me? Not the damn examiner, but the damn bastard guard!"

Ludwig pulled the eating table over and used it to help him stand. "What did they say?" Ludwig's bad knee was laying out straight while he stood on his good one. He had to pop the joint back.

"He said, 'just close your eyes and pretend I'm Fredrick'! As if Fredrick would ever have me like that!"

"I'm sorry Fredrick was not your first…as you would have liked." He sighed when the joint cracked and he was able to move it easier.

"Let's not…speak of him anymore. Please."

Ludwig stood up and took a step towards Gilbert, holding his right side. "I will help you to the bed."

"You need rest." Gilbert looked up at him.

"As do you. We'll even rest together." Ludwig steadied himself and reached a hand down to Gilbert to help him up. Gilbert smiled and grasped Ludwig's hand as hard as he could. With a mighty pull, Ludwig gave a grunt as he lifted Gilbert to his feet. The man fell into him and Ludwig helped to hold him up. He felt Gilbert bury his bruised face in his chest, and Ludwig held him close. They were simply two soldiers who had hit rock bottom, now they were left to lick each other's wounds. "I know I don't have faith…or believe in a lot of things. But what I do know is I hate you looking like this. No one should suffer the way you are."

"…will you have me too?" Gilbert whispered against his chest.

"I want to." Ludwig buried his nose in white hair. "I don't care if you are a virgin or not. You are not dirty because you were raped and I would never do anything that you didn't like."

"I thought you didn't care about life?"

"Some things change." He stroked the scarred back.

"Agreed…I am no longer a Moon Knight of the Lunar Ring. The Temple will be closed off to me if I am ever free. It was the one protection Fritz gave me…to shield me from being swept away by noble marriages. If he couldn't have me…then no one could. Yet…I was still raped. Nothing protected me. Did the Moon Spirit want this for me?" He felt Ludwig pushing him over to the bed, helping him to lie down. He sighed at the soft feel of the bed rather than the cold stone on his body.

"I believe you know my answer to that, so I won't say it." Ludwig lay on the bed beside him.

"I don't know what to think…" Gilbert writhed on the bed. "This is disgusting. They're all over me!"

Ludwig could smell the stench of sex and semen coming from Gilbert but there was no fresh water to clean him yet. Instead, Ludwig took of his tunic top and used it as a rag for Gilbert. Gently, he lifted himself up onto his arm to start gently wiping away the semen. He lifted his eyes slightly to see Gilbert's pink ones gazing back at him. Ludwig's shirt moved closer to Gilbert's lower area and the legs spread for him without hesitation. Ludwig frowned at the large reddish brown bruises that covered the whole of Gilbert's thighs, just as he envisioned. He looked Gilbert full in the face before dipping his hand down to stroke between them. He cleaned the semen gently from his thighs to his entrance, which Ludwig felt was swollen from overuse. Gilbert hissed softly in pain and Ludwig moved his hand away. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine. You don't have to help me."

"I want to. I get annoyed by the abuse of power within the Royal Guards."

"…because they also abuse you?" Ludwig looked at him and Gilbert smiled. "I'm going to die, aren't I?"

Ludwig was surprised by the question but answered honestly, just as he always does. "Yes, you are." He moved his hand up to stroke Gilbert's neck, imaging the axe slicing through the white skin to bleed upon the snow. "They will find you guilty," he stroked the neck again "and they will sentence you to death by beheading."

"Will you be there?" Gilbert knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from Ludwig's own lips.

"I will. I'll be in the crowd."

"Will you pray for me?" Ludwig did not answer and Gilbert wasn't expecting one either. Gilbert lay flat on his back and looked up at the ceiling. "Everything is changing, isn't it?"

"But change can be a good thing. It may help you to think about that." He got up from the bed. "I will not tell anyone of what passed here between us." Ludwig walked over to the fire and sat in front of it.

"Why are you over there?" Ludwig would not look at him.

"Rest is what you need. If you want to cry, then cry. If you want scream, scream. I will tell no one and I will not look." What he said was true, but that was only half the reason Ludwig chose to be away from Gilbert. The darker, more primitive part of him wanted to take advantage of Gilbert and show him it could feel good. But after seeing the corruption and the advantage taken by the Royal Guards, Ludwig would end up being the same as them. He may be limp and unable to fight in a battle, but he was a far better man than any of them. Let Gilbert come to him if the knight wanted it.

Behind him, Ludwig heard nothing but silence from the bed. Either Gilbert had fallen asleep or he was crying silent tears. Ludwig had promised not to look, and that is what he would do.

/

Roderich waited in a dark hooded cloak at the back door of a local brothel. They would all meet at this one in particular because it was far from the castle and rarely would nobles and lords travel through the area. If by chance anyone saw or recognized them, they would be able to keep their cover by saying they wanted some 'pleasure' company. The night was growing colder and Roderich was ready to let himself inside with or without Arthur here. Warmth of a house was needed, not another's bed. Then, a voice whispered from behind him.

"Hello friend." Roderick turned to see Arthur in his traveling cloak. "You alone?"

"It's just me." He whispered back and moved closer to Arthur. "Where is it?"

"Right here." Arthur pulled it from his breastplate armor and handed it to Roderich. "You will find its contents just as shocking as I did."

Roderich opened the document and read through it. His eyes widened to saucers and he almost dropped the paper in the snow. "It can't be…"

"That is Fredrick's signature." Arthur confirmed. "Those were his true demands. Someone has tampered with it in a big way."

"A very big way. This is…this is just…unbelievable! And a bit frightening if you think about it."

Arthur nodded. "Yes, but it is the true last demands of King Fredrick." Roderich looked at him. "We can always change it after it comes to be."

"True. So what should we do? How will we proceed with this new information? It can send us all to the hangman's noose should it be found out."

"I think we can conclude from this that King Fredrick was not just 'sick'."

Roderich turned serious. "You mean poisoned."

"He was always sick but continued to hang on to life. Someone must have gotten bored and tampered with the documents."

"This is amazing. I'm taking it with me. Give me some time to examine this more." He folded the paper and slipped it inside his doublet.

"One more thing." Arthur reached into his belt pouch, taking out a small black leather bound book. "Fredrick's secret journal about… 'you know who'." He handed it to Roderich. "I thought, after all this is over and things are the way we want…our 'friend' would like to have it."

"I will hold on to it. Let's just hope we will be able to do everything Fredrick had wanted."

"Then pray to all the spirits of old. We'll need all the help we can get now."

End Chapter 6 TBC
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