As soon as Aisrin and Verenia reached the ruined gates of Fargo, several soldiers surrounded them.
"Sin, for the destruction and damage of Fargo, you are hereby placed under arrest. Surrender quietly!" Spears and swords were pointed at him.
"Alright." Aisrin surrendered. Two soldiers stood before him and placed cuffs on his wrists. He was then put in the middle of the formation of soldiers and guards, forced to follow.
(Well, that was bound to happen.)
'I don't regret it.'
Verenia followed for a bit, but was turned away. She attempted to argue, but Aisrin simply shook his head, and she turned back.
Aisrin was led through Fargo, receiving looks of confusion, disgust, disdain, sorrow, and fear from the denizens of the city. The further in they went, the more confused he got.
'The jail is pretty deep into the city.'
(I don't think you're going to jail.)
She was right, because after an hour of walking, they ended up at the gates of the palace. He was switched into the care of the palace guards.
'So this is all a charade?'
(I'm not too sure.)
Aisrin was pushed through the vast gates and prodded with the halberds of the guards to continue forward. Through the front courtyard all the way up to the palace doors.
"Keep moving, criminal." One guards prodded a little too hard and poke through Aisrin's cloak and skin. Aisrin's eyes narrowed.
"Poke me again motherfucker. I fuckin dare you." Aisrin seethed.
"Shut up!" The other guard hit him in the back with the staff end of the halberd.
'It doesn't hurt, but it's pissing me off.'
(Have you always been easy to anger?)
'As far as I can remember.'
The poking and prodding didn't end until he was through another set of doors that opened into a vast chamber. A red carpet embroidered with gold along the edges led up to a throne seat of dark wood with gold accessory designs added. The seat and back were adorned with leather.
'Of course. A Kings throne room. That seat is a real let down compared to Bloodrends.'
Aisrin was forced to his knees. They tried to force his head down, but he refused. So the soldiers were left struggling to force him to bow, but he wouldn't budge.
Eventually, the man Aisrin saw standing above the gates when he defended the city from Iwata, walked in and sat. He was middle aged with brown graying hair, a full mustache sat above his lip to match. He still wore the battle armor, though he now wore the royal robe over it.
His eyes were brown and tired.
"You can release him." The King had a very commanding presence, and the soldiers released Aisrin from his cuffs. They stood on either side of him.
"So, what do I owe the pleasure?" Aisrin asked bluntly. The King rose an eyebrow.
"I saw you defend the city. Your fight with the Hero was nothing short of Impressive. There is also the eyewitness accounts of a massive lightning spell having been released outside of the city, one in which you were seen coming back from only an hour later.
Now, there is the destruction of a very sturdy gate, one that could withstand magic sieges. Not to mention, it was reinforced with high barrier magics. From what I heard, you took it down in one blow.
Furthermore, is the massive crater in the plains, in which the body of a severely wanted criminal laid, pulverized. All these feats, accomplished by one sixteen year old, it's quite amazing." The King praised him.
"I'm actually in my twenties. Twenty one or three?" Aisrin still couldn't remember.
"Twenties? That's still impressive nonetheless. I am King Deramus Von Fargos. Might I have your full name?" King Deramus asked.
'Von? Not Bon?'
"Sin. No surname." Aisrin answered plainly.
"No surname? Perfect! That makes this so much easier!" Deramus motioned to someone yet unseen, and a woman stepped out and stood beside the king. She was dressed in a light blue dress, that kinda sparkled in the mana light. She had a simple gold circlet with a purple jewel in the middle, adorning her head.
She had long light brown hair that flowed down passed her shoulders, cascading barely above her modest breasts. She had quite the fit figure, her only flaws were, she was human and royalty. Otherwise, her beauty rivaled even elves. She had cold, calculating brown eyes and full, soft looking lips. Her features were humanly feminine, yet held a soft delicate sharpness, like a warrior.
'This is going to be troublesome, isn't it.'
(I concur.)
"This is my daughter, commonly referred as The Sword Princess.-"
"I refuse." Aisrin interrupted the King immediately.
(You don't even know what he was going to say.)
'Oh, I know. I know full well what he was going to say.'
"Insolent fool!" The guards standing in either side pointed their weapons at Aisrins throat. Aisrin grabbed them and gently pushed them back and stood up. The guards struggled to move the weapons.
"You refuse? You seem to be rather sharp for a mere twenty year old." The King mused.
"Sorry, but I loathe, human, nobility. I sure as hell won't join hand in hand with one." Aisrin stated as he continued to hold the weapons of the guards back.
"Hmm? No, no. I was going to have you marry-"
"I extremely refuse!" Aisrin exclaimed.
(Oh, so you weren't expecting that?)
'I thought he was going to make me a personal guard or something!'
"Why?" The King seemed further taken aback.
"I hate human nobility. I refuse to speak further on that subject. Just know, if it was a choice between her and a horse, I'd choose the horse." Aisrin answered firmly. This caused an outbreak of anger and loathing from the guards present. Even the woman's face contorted in brief irritation. The king, in the other hand, laughed merrily and sincerely.
"Oh my! No man has ever dared insult me and my daughter in such a way! I love your grit boy, but, this is a royal decree. As long as you're in Fargas, you're my subject, and my decree is law. Unless you wish to settle this by a Royal Duel?" Deramus offered.
"If I can avoid marriage with a despicable human royal, absolutely... What's a Royal Duel?" Aisrin stated and then asked as an afterthought.
"Well, you accepted it, no turning back. Your opponent shall be-"
"Me! Your opponent will be me. I'm despicable? You don't even know me. If anything, you're the despicable one. The Duel will take place today at noon." The Princess stated haughtily and walked away.
"The stakes? The rules? Or am I supposed to just know, so I don't trouble your Majesty?" Aisrin called after her, his taunting knowing no bounds. She stopped, visibly shaking from anger.
"As my father said, if I win, you will marry me. If you win, you're free to go. There is only one rule, no magic. Everything else is no holds barred." She spoke with hate dripping from every word before she vanished.
(You must feel so manly.)
'No, I feel satisfaction. You'll never understand the hate I hold towards human nobility.'