On the alliance space city 523.240 kilometers away from Teris, the 5 most important leaders of the board hear from the 8th moon guards. The guards of the prince knele and bow in front of the board, the highest rank gets up and starts addressing the importance of this visit. "My lords." He looks at one of them, the furthest to the right and bows again. "My king."
The man to the left, addressed as king, was fat, his uniform barely could fit him, he was blonde with blue eyes and his double chin was a pride to him.
"Forget formalities, tell us what's so important?" The king said. "King Ferown, his highness, your child, attempted a debt collection from Teris." The man laughs, the other members of the board didn't, looking scared, and carefully thinking where this story goes. "The thing is, neither ging Porter, nor king Oslow, were alive." Ferown, stops. "Go on…"
"The king now…" The soldiers gulped his own silva, the sound he emitted echoed in the room. "Is Theodore Bloodhearth." They didn't know who Theodre was, but they knew a Bloodheart is a dangerous person. "King Theodore, of both Liberta and Highland said, he'll come here to discuss this type of manners addressed to him. He expects at least an apology."
Ferown looks at the man. "And my son? Where is my son!?" He could barely utter those words. "We begged for his life, and before we left he speared him, he sent us his as messengers for his arrival." After he said that, the speakers turn up, and a female alert voice speaks through them. "This is a code gray, a whole fleet of over 50 ships are surrounding the space city. 1 of them wants to board in."
One of the oldest at that table, around 80-85 years old, wearing a red coat with the sigil of the goddess of victory printed on it, pressed a button on the table. "Let the Bloodhearth in." He gets up and walks slowly out of the room.
The old man waits in the docking bay, on his knees. One of the ships, that had the royal sigil on it, and the Goddess of victory sigil on the side, marking the Bloodhearth's signature docks into the city. Its doors hastily open and the ramps settle on a special support. From it 2 soldiers come out of it, and slowly 6 more dozens, lastly Theodore exits the ship.
The people around the dooks saw a one armed maa wearing a clean white coat, no badges, no sigils, a simple coat, the coat was closed, the pants were black and the shoes to match them. In his only hand he had a leash, he slowly walks out and the prince, naked, waring the leash. He looks at the man on his knees. "Get up old man, I am not here to execute honest people."
Theodore looks around, and sees no one else, but him. "Did they piss their pants because they are afraid to show themselves? At Least you are here, ain't that right, gramps?" The old man laughed. "Didn't expect YOU to become king of Teris, Theodore Bloodhearth, my granddaughter Milena would've fit that place better." Theodore laughed too.
Rinehart walks forward for the dozens of soldiers. "You know this man?" Theodore laughs more alongside the old man. "He is Hunter's father-in-law! Joseph Tirian!" They both started laughing harder. "So you became one of these shit heads? Down even for you…"
"What happened to your arm?" Theodore. "The war the former kings threw on one another, killed your child and my arm… And your second grandougher…" The old man closed his eyes, sighing in pain. "How long ago?" Theodore counts on his fingers, "5-6 years? Maybe 7? It's been a harsh, long, time ago… Where are the bastards I am waiting for! I am gonna delete the whole alliance if they don't come in front of me!"
The other board members slowly come through the door, Ferown being first, he sees his son, humiliated. He rushed to Theodore and punched him, Joseph looked at Ferown with disgust. "This is the Bloodhearth you IDIOT!" Ferown looks closely to the ship, to the other soldiers that came out of the ship and Theodore. "Shit, I am sorry your highness…"
"Three years ago I said being a king is gonna be ass, I didn't lie, did I Rinehart?" Rinehart burst in laughter. "Whatever you say Theo…" Theodore gives a heavy sigh. "So you hit me, you know what you get for that?" Theodore let go of the leash, clenched his fist, and looked in the man's eye, deep, nearly inside his soul. "I pay back!" He punched the man directly in the mouth, teeth flying out with blood and saliva.
The man falls to the ground. Theodore looks at the other members and then back at him. "This is just…" He spits. "Disgusting…" Theodore looks at Rinehart. "How many civilians live in this space city?" "1 million humans, 5 million Ravechs, 445000 other races. So yes if we fire at them we will commit war crimes." Theodore takes two steps back. "Fine…"
"Joseph, you know him, tell him something!" Said another member from the board.
"Theodore, I know they shit your honor, but killing–" Theodore looked at him and Joseph stopped talking. "You know how we value our honor, not even the Japanese have what we have! You all disrespected my family and my people!" He looks at the prince, he takes out his rapier long lost, now recently retrieved and slowly walks at the prince.
He kicks the prince on his stomach and rolls him over. "I hate that you have civilians as a shield, I love normal people and their normal lives." He pressed the tip of the rapier above the prince's chest, above the heart and lungs. "I'll take him as a warning." He pierced the rapier with the man's chest, the tip slowly punctured the left lung and the back muscles, the prince's father watched his son die for a stupid mistake he made.
The rapier makes a *ting* sound, meaning it reached the other side. Theodore pulls the rapier out. "If you bring him to the OR now he might be saved, so move." He makes a sign out of his hand and then a snap. "We are done, preparing for departure and heading back to Teris."