Post by Breton Fair'los on Sept 10, 2017 18:40:20 GMT
It was late; far past the hour for anyone to be wondering the halls of the castle. Yet, one soul dared to pace the grand living hall with a candle in hand. The light casting a shadow on all the furniture and decor down the hall, while he silently stepped past. The regent paused at a particular door. His attire dressed in black robes and displayed the royal crest embroidered in red on the front of the long robes. He stood in front of the wooden door. His eyebrow twitched when he pondered the consequences and importance of why he had stopped in front of this particular door. He hadn't forgotten the young prince who had snaked his way into staying in this room. The former advisor Melania's bed chambers before being deemed a traitor. His eyes over cast with shadow, which hid his malice intent. Breton looked to both sides to see if anyone was looking or on guard that night.
With no sight of any guards or living soul around; Breton approached the door and knocked several times. With no answer to the door, the regent assumed the prince was away. So carefully he attempted to turn the knob. Of course it was locked, however that did not matter to the Regent. With little hesitation he reached into his robe and removed a ringlet of keys on his belt. His gloved hands shifting through each key in order not to make too much noise; until finding the one to unlock the door. He placed the key within the keyhole and turned the handle. Carefully pushing the door open and forward to slip slip past the frame and into the room. His emerald eyes adjusting to the light and darkness, shifting the candle around to see if anyone was in the room. Though he saw no signs of life or persons upon first glance and with each step further into the room. He held the candle up to see. The regent kept silent, doing his best to remain quiet when he stepped around the bed and made his way over to the fireplace. He paused at the mantle; bending down to press the back of the fireplace with his gloved hand. After a few pats; Breton found the press switch that clicked the moment his fingers pushed it back. A satisfied grin appearing on his lips when he pushed the secret door back in the fireplace and stepped through.
The passage narrow, but the moment the regent stepped into the passageway he closed the secret door behind him. Not wanting to be found out or disturbed while he entered into the abandoned lab of the former advisor. His eyes glancing around the dome shape lab, taking note of the cobwebs and dust that had settled from the time that had past. The further he stepped into the room, he held the candle out and began to light a few more as he entered. When more light began to flood the room, he noticed the black stain on the floor. His emerald eyes locked onto the particular stain, remembering what had caused it. A twisted grin curled his lips. The memory playing out over again before his very eyes; the event where Melania had her arm popped off. The scent of blood faint, but the memory brought it freshly back to his scenes.
Breton kept his twisted smile as he looked around the lab, curious what the traitor had left behind when she ran. Curious to see if he could find any way or means on capturing or finding her.
With no sight of any guards or living soul around; Breton approached the door and knocked several times. With no answer to the door, the regent assumed the prince was away. So carefully he attempted to turn the knob. Of course it was locked, however that did not matter to the Regent. With little hesitation he reached into his robe and removed a ringlet of keys on his belt. His gloved hands shifting through each key in order not to make too much noise; until finding the one to unlock the door. He placed the key within the keyhole and turned the handle. Carefully pushing the door open and forward to slip slip past the frame and into the room. His emerald eyes adjusting to the light and darkness, shifting the candle around to see if anyone was in the room. Though he saw no signs of life or persons upon first glance and with each step further into the room. He held the candle up to see. The regent kept silent, doing his best to remain quiet when he stepped around the bed and made his way over to the fireplace. He paused at the mantle; bending down to press the back of the fireplace with his gloved hand. After a few pats; Breton found the press switch that clicked the moment his fingers pushed it back. A satisfied grin appearing on his lips when he pushed the secret door back in the fireplace and stepped through.
The passage narrow, but the moment the regent stepped into the passageway he closed the secret door behind him. Not wanting to be found out or disturbed while he entered into the abandoned lab of the former advisor. His eyes glancing around the dome shape lab, taking note of the cobwebs and dust that had settled from the time that had past. The further he stepped into the room, he held the candle out and began to light a few more as he entered. When more light began to flood the room, he noticed the black stain on the floor. His emerald eyes locked onto the particular stain, remembering what had caused it. A twisted grin curled his lips. The memory playing out over again before his very eyes; the event where Melania had her arm popped off. The scent of blood faint, but the memory brought it freshly back to his scenes.
Breton kept his twisted smile as he looked around the lab, curious what the traitor had left behind when she ran. Curious to see if he could find any way or means on capturing or finding her.
