I climb through the window of the barn. I better get to my bed before Mister MacMillan comes to my room. I seriously don’t want to answer fucking questions about my whereabouts. I sneak into my bed and pretend to be a sleep. Today is going to be a really long fucking day for me since I got no sleep whatsoever.*hearable footsteps from a distance * “Get yer ass up ye lazy fucken cow! It’s almost time to to go to fucken work!” I just smile. That’s Mister MacMillan for you. “Yes sir, I’ll be in the kitchen in a few.” Before I could get up entirely Mister MacMillan comes into my room with a concerned look on his face. “Ain’t no time fer breakfast boy. The Mad King’s soldiers are comin down for their regular pick-up and check-up on the town. We have a lot of work to get done before that so get yer fucken arse movin!” He limps out of my room with half a grunt. So the Mad King’s soldiers are coming hey? Won’t that be a pleasant fucking visit? I quickly wash my face, comb through my hair with my fingers and dress in something more appropriate for work.While changing I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I look like a fucking train wreck. As I enter the kitchen I see Mrs. MacMillan with the baby in her arms, making food. “Oh mornin sweetie. Did ye sleep alright?” She’s always so positive and cheerful even though the baby keeps her up all night. “I slept okay thank you, and you Mrs. MacMillan? Did the little one keep you up all night?” Poor Mrs. MacMillan. I know how difficult it is to raise a practical new born baby. They keep you up all night with their screaming, pooping and crying but in the end all the sleepless nights are worth it. At first they seem like a burden, but then they turn into the beginning and the end of all your happiness. That reminds me of Cecilia. She truly was a blessing. An arrow just stroke my heart reminding me of the guilty pleasures I experienced with Cairstine last night. “I should be fine sweetie. Grab a toast and a fruit fer work. Akir already left for work.”
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As I enter the workshop I see men everywhere, running around like mad chickens that has just been freed from their nest. I walk to the back of the shop to my working station. I see Cairstine. She looks at me, smiles and wink. “Good mornin Mr. Winfield. Hope ye slept well. We have a busy schedule today so try and not stare too much.” She giggles and continue to work on a sword’s grip. I smile stupidly. It feels quite peculiar to go on like nothing happened between us last night. I wonder if it hurt her that I just left. I have too much on my fucking mind right now. I can’t think of the sex I had last night, I need to focus on the Mad Kings arrival. I wish I could push a sword down his fucking throat and see him drown in his own blood. I don’t know why that thought gives me so much pleasure, but I want to hurt him, like he hurt me. A few hours later the atmosphere changed almost as if the air filled with fear. The town’s people ran into their houses, the children stopped playing and laughing. I knew this feeling and sounds all too well. The galloping of horses, the kings men have arrived. Each house gets personally called out by their house name so that the Mad King can collect his taxes quicker. Within a few minutes they arrived at Mr. Fraser’s workshop. We all had to exit and stand in a line so we can pay up. Every name gets called out. “Scott Winfield-” *a slight pause* I look up. “You survived the fire in that dreadful little town of yours? I’m impressed” The Mad King says with a smirk. “I am even more surprised that you know I am even here, Sire.”
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“You’re dismissed, except you Winfield” The Mad King gets off his horse and asks his soldiers to leave by the flick of his fat little hand. He pulls me down to his level by grabbing my overalls. I feel his warm breath on my face. “Winfield you’ve been taunting me since the day you moved to Ariminum. You know me, I don’t like it when peasants like you intimidate a royal like me. So if you ever want to see your pathetic little family again you will do as I say when I say it.” My entire goes into shock. “My family…they’re- *pause* alive?” I feel my knees getting weak and I feel like I’m going to pass out. “What Winfield? Oh you though they were dead. ”He chuckles “Oh no, no you see I could’ve killed them easily but I knew if I took the thing you care about the most you’ll do as I say and that makes and that makes this so much fun.” He lets go of his grip on my overalls and turns around. “Oh and Winfield.” He climbs back on his horse and looks at me once again. “I see why you put a ring on that wife of yours, she’s quite good in bed, I mean despite the fight she puts up.” He calls back his soldiers and rides away back to his castle. That fat little bastard raped Aelia?! Despite being on my knees. I feel how the rage and hatred runs through my body like adrenaline in a bloodthirst fight. I fall down onto my knees and Mister MacMillan comes out. “Ye alright lad? Yer face is as pale as bakin flower.” I don’t even hear what he’s saying it’s like I went deaf. *My head tilts backward.* “I am more than alright Mister MacMillan. When can we start with the advanced training?” *he raises his right bushy eyebrow* “We can start tomorrow mornin. I’ll tell Finlay ye won’t be comin into work tomorrow.”
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