Kennedy Devereaux
Kennedy woke with a start. She wasn't sure what, exactly, had woken her up, but she knew that it hadn't happened naturally. Her heart was pounding, and Kennedy had shot up in her bed as soon as she had woken up. She couldn't recall something terrible in a dream that might have woken her up. Cocking her head, she listened. Out in the hall, it was silent.
Still, something didn't feel right with the young princess.
She realized what it was that was bothering her. Typically there was noise outside her room. There was usually a guard, or two, watching over her at night. They were talking, shifting, and even at a late hour; there was always some noise. Now, there was nothing. It wouldn't be so silent if there wasn't something very wrong.
She wasn't sure what prompted her to do it, but Kennedy crawled from her bed. She changed into a day gown, slipped on some shoes, and grabbed a cloak wrapping it around her tight. This was all completed in a matter of two minutes. Still, there was no sound in the hallway. Biting her lip, Kennedy hesitated for a moment. As she did, she could hear sounds in the hallway. Yelling, the sound of metal on metal--the same sound it made when her brother practiced with his sword.
The noise spurred her into action. Behind her vanity, there is an entrance to the castle tunnels. She slipped through the door and pulled it shut tight behind her. She didn't wait to hear how her door was thrown open a moment later; instead, she hurried through the passages, wrapping her cloak tighter around her. She had no clue what was going on, but she was aware that there had been whispers in the castle, tension in her father's eyes.
A few days prior, her guard had instructed her on what to do if something terrible happened. Kennedy had a feeling that something terrible had occurred. With quick, frightened steps, she reached the end of the tunnel. There were some hushed whispers on the other side of the door. When she found the peephole, the young princess stood on tip-toe and peeked out. She recognized a few of the servants, huddled together. Biting her lip, Kennedy considered her options. Ultimately, she couldn't stay inside the castle tunnels forever. She needed to leave the castle and through the kitchens was the way to do it.
She opened the hidden door and stepped out.
Ethan was wide awake when everything went to shit. He was lying awake in his chambers, hands tucked under his head and staring up at the bunk above his.
In Ethan's mind, everything was going pretty well. There were murmurs about unrest with the kingdom, but there were always those who would complain about the ones in charge. He wasn't concerned about it. Perhaps he should have been, but then again what difference would that have made? He still wouldn't have imagined what happened next.
As he was contemplating the way things were going, the door to the barracks opened. He started to sit up, thinking maybe it was a commanding officer, but the person at the door didn't make a sound to wake anyone up. Ethan lay there, confused until he saw the glint of steel in the candlelight as the sword went through the neck of the person sleeping nearest the door. He didn't know why it was happening, but it was clear what was happening. He shouted--nothing intelligible, but it was enough to startle the intruders and wake up a few people--and grabbed his sword, leaping from the bed.
Everything else happened in a blur. There were only a few men in the room (he supposed they were trying not to make as little noise as possible while murdering them all in their sleep), so they were quickly dealt with, but it was too late for Jonas, the soldier who had been in the bottom bunk nearest the door.
Once the intruders were dealt with, they were all quick to dress in armor and rush into the castle. It was chaos. There were people screaming, and quite a few were dead. The King's Guard was quick to jump into action. The Duke and Dutchess from Slovenia were killed in their rooms, both close friends of the Devereaux family.
If they could kill visitors to the castle, what would they do to the royal family? It was this thought that spurred Ethan to Prince Cassian's room. Someone would certainly be watching over the King and Queen, but their children were the future of Ilvoran, particulary the Prince who is next in line for the throne. When he reached the young prince's room, it was clear that the chaos had yet to reach this far into the castle, but it would not be long coming. The guards normally posted here overnight were gone, likely having rushed off to help where they could. Not particularly caring about propriety at the moment, Ethan rushed into the room, shouting as he did. "Your Highness, you must dress and pack your things at once. We must get you to safety!" His eyes darted around the room, looking for any sign of trouble.
Kennedy woke with a start. She wasn't sure what, exactly, had woken her up, but she knew that it hadn't happened naturally. Her heart was pounding, and Kennedy had shot up in her bed as soon as she had woken up. She couldn't recall something terrible in a dream that might have woken her up. Cocking her head, she listened. Out in the hall, it was silent.
Still, something didn't feel right with the young princess.
She realized what it was that was bothering her. Typically there was noise outside her room. There was usually a guard, or two, watching over her at night. They were talking, shifting, and even at a late hour; there was always some noise. Now, there was nothing. It wouldn't be so silent if there wasn't something very wrong.
She wasn't sure what prompted her to do it, but Kennedy crawled from her bed. She changed into a day gown, slipped on some shoes, and grabbed a cloak wrapping it around her tight. This was all completed in a matter of two minutes. Still, there was no sound in the hallway. Biting her lip, Kennedy hesitated for a moment. As she did, she could hear sounds in the hallway. Yelling, the sound of metal on metal--the same sound it made when her brother practiced with his sword.
The noise spurred her into action. Behind her vanity, there is an entrance to the castle tunnels. She slipped through the door and pulled it shut tight behind her. She didn't wait to hear how her door was thrown open a moment later; instead, she hurried through the passages, wrapping her cloak tighter around her. She had no clue what was going on, but she was aware that there had been whispers in the castle, tension in her father's eyes.
A few days prior, her guard had instructed her on what to do if something terrible happened. Kennedy had a feeling that something terrible had occurred. With quick, frightened steps, she reached the end of the tunnel. There were some hushed whispers on the other side of the door. When she found the peephole, the young princess stood on tip-toe and peeked out. She recognized a few of the servants, huddled together. Biting her lip, Kennedy considered her options. Ultimately, she couldn't stay inside the castle tunnels forever. She needed to leave the castle and through the kitchens was the way to do it.
She opened the hidden door and stepped out.
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Ethan Kavanaugh
Ethan was wide awake when everything went to shit. He was lying awake in his chambers, hands tucked under his head and staring up at the bunk above his.
In Ethan's mind, everything was going pretty well. There were murmurs about unrest with the kingdom, but there were always those who would complain about the ones in charge. He wasn't concerned about it. Perhaps he should have been, but then again what difference would that have made? He still wouldn't have imagined what happened next.
As he was contemplating the way things were going, the door to the barracks opened. He started to sit up, thinking maybe it was a commanding officer, but the person at the door didn't make a sound to wake anyone up. Ethan lay there, confused until he saw the glint of steel in the candlelight as the sword went through the neck of the person sleeping nearest the door. He didn't know why it was happening, but it was clear what was happening. He shouted--nothing intelligible, but it was enough to startle the intruders and wake up a few people--and grabbed his sword, leaping from the bed.
Everything else happened in a blur. There were only a few men in the room (he supposed they were trying not to make as little noise as possible while murdering them all in their sleep), so they were quickly dealt with, but it was too late for Jonas, the soldier who had been in the bottom bunk nearest the door.
Once the intruders were dealt with, they were all quick to dress in armor and rush into the castle. It was chaos. There were people screaming, and quite a few were dead. The King's Guard was quick to jump into action. The Duke and Dutchess from Slovenia were killed in their rooms, both close friends of the Devereaux family.
If they could kill visitors to the castle, what would they do to the royal family? It was this thought that spurred Ethan to Prince Cassian's room. Someone would certainly be watching over the King and Queen, but their children were the future of Ilvoran, particulary the Prince who is next in line for the throne. When he reached the young prince's room, it was clear that the chaos had yet to reach this far into the castle, but it would not be long coming. The guards normally posted here overnight were gone, likely having rushed off to help where they could. Not particularly caring about propriety at the moment, Ethan rushed into the room, shouting as he did. "Your Highness, you must dress and pack your things at once. We must get you to safety!" His eyes darted around the room, looking for any sign of trouble.
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