Of Kings and Queens

A pitch have yet to be written, as the plot-planning is not 100% finished, but I couldn't stay away from writing the actual story itself.
This story is about war. And with war comes hate and love, blood and tears, passion and fear.

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7. Emmet

Emmet, Jerrav

dies Martis, III Iulias, 11:00 PM

 

Jean looked out at the gathering crowd, in the overly filled, large wine cellar of the inn and, secretly, brothel, “Bad Mare”.

“How many?” his brother asked as he kept taking in deep breaths to relax.

“Pretty much everyone,” Jean said and turned back to his brother, and gave a wry smile at the nervous thief. “It'll be alright, no need to worry!” He hugs him.

“I know... I've done speeches before, and it's not like I don't think they'll support me on this...” Emmet leans in to his brother's embrace.

“Then why are you so nervous?” His brother chuckled.

“I don't know...”

 

Emmet stepped into sight of the crowd and their cheers and applause. He lifted his hands and they all went quiet and looked at him expectantly.

“Brothers and sister. Friends. Family. I, Emmet d'Andre, your leader, stands before you now, because I've had enough!” He swallowed hard and felt it get hot underneath his shaggy clothes.

“For years, the law and our ruler, King Axton the third of his name, have oppressed me--us! I am tired, of being chased down the streets by guards, tired of seeing my name and inaccurate posters about me and my so-called crimes! They are the ones who lie about me--about us--to make us seem like worse people than we actually are! Merek!” he shouted at the crowd and then pointed at the first recognizable face he saw.

“Did they not accuse you of raping kids, although all you did was steal a fish? Gloriana!” He then pointed at the next face he saw.

Did they not accuse you of murder, when all you did was steal some jewelry? We have all been falsely accused! They are spouting lies about us, making us look like monsters that are to be hanged! Even I have been accused of crimes I did not commit! Homosexuality! Incest! Murder and kidnapping! I have done none of those things! All I did was try to help the poor and the unfortunate--something they're not doing ! I am a savior! You,” he gestured at the entire crowd, “are saviors!”

He let the crowd roar their cheers and agreements for a moment, whilst he caught his breath. Adrenalin had begun to pump and he smiled.

“No longer will we let them tell lies about us! They want us to be murderes and rapists? Then we will give them what they want!”

It had to be the loudest roar they had given off yet, and they began shouting and yelling their agreements.

He allowed them to revel in their new-found purpose, and stepped away and over to his brother.

“You did good, Emmet,” Jean said and rested a hand on his shoulder as he gave him a mug of ale.

“Thanks brother... I think so too,” he smiled up at his big brother and drank from the mug. “A new time have begun, and I can't wait to see it evolve...”

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