Cyrenthia
04-08-2007, 04:11
July 9 2009
11:53 PM
Cyrenthian Capital
Crown-Prince Erik stumbled out of the pub, following suit was Sergeant Gregory of the Royal Guard. Gregory rushed forward and helped Erik up. Erik was nearly 6' tall, his blonde hair went well with his deep blue eyes (they were glazed over from the alcohol tonight however), he was dressed in civilian clothes; blue jeans and a T-shirt. Gregory was clad in the exact opposite attire; he was in full military dress and kept a close watch on the Crown-Prince's every movement.
"Your Majesty, you've had enough to drink for one night. If your father finds out that you've been drinking again he'll ban you from leaving the Palace!"
Erik looked up at the man who was nearly his own age and grinned.
"Ich bin nicht bereit, nach Hause zu gehen noch! Lässt geht zur Kneipe! Getränke auf mir!" he shouted. Gregory leaned back, the stench of brandy and vodka was heavy on the Prince's breath.
"English please, Your Majesty. I don't speak German." this won him another drunk grin from the Crown-Prince. Erik decided in his clouded mind that he would speak German for the rest of the night, just to irritate his protector.
"Ach, Liebster mich. Es tut ich Leidfeldwebel. Aber ich scheine, wie vergessen zu haben, Englisch zu sprechen!" Erik then burst out laughing. Gregory threw the Crown-Prince's arm over his shoulder and led him to an unmarked sedan. Erik went without resisting, he was very near to collapsing then and there; he had been in the pub for nearly five hours. Gregory close by.
Once Sergeant Gregory had made sure that Erik was secured in the back seat he told the driver to take him directly to the Palace. Once the sedan drove away, Gregory called the Palace Barracks and asked for someone to pick him up.
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Erik was knocked sober almost instantly. The force with which his father back-handed him almost toppled him off his feet. Erik's father looked almost exactly like him, the only difference being the clear signs of a long life on the father.
"You know I forbid you to go out drinking! It's dangerous for you to be off Palace grounds! If you must intoxicate and slowly kill yourself do it within this Palace!" He screamed. His fury was not abated in the least when he saw the long red mark across his sons face.
"I am twenty-fucking-three! You can't keep me here anymore!" Erik yelled back. He was tired of being caged like an animal in his father's Palace.
"I do it for your own protection. When you rule this land do as you wish! But while there is still air in my lungs and blood in my veins you will do as I say!"
"Ich werde Sie ficken!" retorted Erik, another slap in the face was the response he recieved! Erik snapped, he punched his father in the face, bloodying his face. William stumbled back and held his nose, he didn't notice Erik run out of the room.
Soon after William regained his composure he set off to the North Wing, the Crown-Princes quarters. He stood in front of his sons room for several minutes before kicking the door in. Once he located his son he decided he would repay his sons punch in kind. He was five feet away from Erik know, his fury boiling under his skin...
William didn't feel the bullet go into his chest. He didn't feel his heart stop. He didn't know he had died as Erik stood over him staring into his fathers lifeless eyes.
Erik dropped the gun and fell to his knees, tears running freely down his face. He lay his head across his fathers chest.
"No. No. No."
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Erik had left the Palace long before his father's body was discovered. He would be hunted and imprisoned for murdering the Prince of Cyrenthia...
OOC: The basic plot of this RP is that the Crown-Prince has murdered his father and is now hunted by the remainder of the Royal Family. This RP is not set in stone and there are several outcomes possible...
OOC2: Just to be clear, the charactors so far are:
Prince William Niam {deceased}
Crown-Prince Erik Niam
Sergeant of the Royal Guard Gregory Alber
[Rest of the immediate Royal Family]
Princess Allison Niam
Crown-Princess Sarah Niam
Lord Reinsfeld Niam of the Eastern District
Duchess Riana Niam of the Southern District
11:53 PM
Cyrenthian Capital
Crown-Prince Erik stumbled out of the pub, following suit was Sergeant Gregory of the Royal Guard. Gregory rushed forward and helped Erik up. Erik was nearly 6' tall, his blonde hair went well with his deep blue eyes (they were glazed over from the alcohol tonight however), he was dressed in civilian clothes; blue jeans and a T-shirt. Gregory was clad in the exact opposite attire; he was in full military dress and kept a close watch on the Crown-Prince's every movement.
"Your Majesty, you've had enough to drink for one night. If your father finds out that you've been drinking again he'll ban you from leaving the Palace!"
Erik looked up at the man who was nearly his own age and grinned.
"Ich bin nicht bereit, nach Hause zu gehen noch! Lässt geht zur Kneipe! Getränke auf mir!" he shouted. Gregory leaned back, the stench of brandy and vodka was heavy on the Prince's breath.
"English please, Your Majesty. I don't speak German." this won him another drunk grin from the Crown-Prince. Erik decided in his clouded mind that he would speak German for the rest of the night, just to irritate his protector.
"Ach, Liebster mich. Es tut ich Leidfeldwebel. Aber ich scheine, wie vergessen zu haben, Englisch zu sprechen!" Erik then burst out laughing. Gregory threw the Crown-Prince's arm over his shoulder and led him to an unmarked sedan. Erik went without resisting, he was very near to collapsing then and there; he had been in the pub for nearly five hours. Gregory close by.
Once Sergeant Gregory had made sure that Erik was secured in the back seat he told the driver to take him directly to the Palace. Once the sedan drove away, Gregory called the Palace Barracks and asked for someone to pick him up.
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Erik was knocked sober almost instantly. The force with which his father back-handed him almost toppled him off his feet. Erik's father looked almost exactly like him, the only difference being the clear signs of a long life on the father.
"You know I forbid you to go out drinking! It's dangerous for you to be off Palace grounds! If you must intoxicate and slowly kill yourself do it within this Palace!" He screamed. His fury was not abated in the least when he saw the long red mark across his sons face.
"I am twenty-fucking-three! You can't keep me here anymore!" Erik yelled back. He was tired of being caged like an animal in his father's Palace.
"I do it for your own protection. When you rule this land do as you wish! But while there is still air in my lungs and blood in my veins you will do as I say!"
"Ich werde Sie ficken!" retorted Erik, another slap in the face was the response he recieved! Erik snapped, he punched his father in the face, bloodying his face. William stumbled back and held his nose, he didn't notice Erik run out of the room.
Soon after William regained his composure he set off to the North Wing, the Crown-Princes quarters. He stood in front of his sons room for several minutes before kicking the door in. Once he located his son he decided he would repay his sons punch in kind. He was five feet away from Erik know, his fury boiling under his skin...
William didn't feel the bullet go into his chest. He didn't feel his heart stop. He didn't know he had died as Erik stood over him staring into his fathers lifeless eyes.
Erik dropped the gun and fell to his knees, tears running freely down his face. He lay his head across his fathers chest.
"No. No. No."
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Erik had left the Palace long before his father's body was discovered. He would be hunted and imprisoned for murdering the Prince of Cyrenthia...
OOC: The basic plot of this RP is that the Crown-Prince has murdered his father and is now hunted by the remainder of the Royal Family. This RP is not set in stone and there are several outcomes possible...
OOC2: Just to be clear, the charactors so far are:
Prince William Niam {deceased}
Crown-Prince Erik Niam
Sergeant of the Royal Guard Gregory Alber
[Rest of the immediate Royal Family]
Princess Allison Niam
Crown-Princess Sarah Niam
Lord Reinsfeld Niam of the Eastern District
Duchess Riana Niam of the Southern District