CHAPTER 2 THE JOY OF LAUGHTER
The king asked me to get rid of the child.
A babe, not barely 5 minutes old.
"Your majesty, by get rid of."
"Twins on the royal throne are seen as a bad omen. It signals years of bloodsheed." The king said more to himself than to me. Kill an innocent baby?
"Your majesty, still it is a life, and a life of one of your own. What if the crown prince takes ill..."
"What are you implying? That I can't have more children?"
"No, your majesty, that was not my meaning. I will dispose of the child."
"...Not in the palace." Said the king, stoically. "I don't want the child's spirit to disturb the queen. Take the child far away from the palace, and from the kingdom and dispose of it."
"Yes, your majesty." I understand. I took the babe from the physician's hand and left. I am glad my men weren't present in the room. I whistled a signal, and one of my nearby men came to. I gave the order to follow the physician, make sure he made it all the way to his home, and kill him and his family, and hide the evidence to make it look like they left in a hurry.
I took the child to the hidden underground corridors, the particular one that heads out not only the palace but out of the city fortress, and further than that out of the capital in general. It took most of the day and night. And under the rising sun, I was about to end the babe, a babe with its umbilical cord still attached...when the babe cried.
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"Shut up!" I said. The child shut up for a few moments, looked me in the eyes and then laughed in my face. Oh this kid is royalty alright, barely a day and have the audacity to laugh at the head of king's secret force division. Then the kid started crying again, clearly unhappy he soiled himself, and like royalty demanding it be dealt with, immediately.
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Author's ramble:
Sometimes, it's as if the story write themselves, like chapter 1 and 2. There are moments were a scene plays out perfectly clear and the words flows out faster than I can type. Then there's chapter 3 and 4, where it sounded like a 7 year old wrote it. And I have to work hard to get the story consistent and coherent. (Theatrically) Oh where has my beautiful adjectives gone?
That being said, I skipped over the underground thing and traveling for a day and night, to focus on the plot. Don't think you all care about the details, unless it's the MC getting lost. But let me know in the comments. I think once I have the story plot hammered out, I will probably go back and fill up this chapter.