Morvain took the lead, guiding everyone toward the prison. They moved ahead, their hearts heavy with both anger and sadness. Ron's lifeless body was carried at the back, intensifying their feelings of anger.
As they neared the prison, a bunch of soldiers and knights, armed with weapons, appeared. Morvain didn't budge; his determined expression showed he was ready for whatever came next.
"Move out of the way. We've got a right to see Ron's son. It's the least he deserves."
Sir Kingsley and Sir Steffan positioned themselves at the forefront. Their weapons hung at their sides, hands resting on the hilt in a resolute manner.
"Oh, revealing your true colors now, aren't you?" Sir Kingsley quipped, a smirk playing on his face.
"We've been given clear orders – no visitors allowed for the prisoners," Sir Steffan calmly explained, his voice composed as always.
"Orders? Even with the entire ship torn apart because of this injustice?" Morvain pointed angrily at Ron's lifeless body, his expression filled with rage.
"We follow orders from the lord, not some mere lowborn," Sir Kingsley retorted, spitting on the ground with disgust evident on his face.
Morvain clenched his fist, his anger reaching its peak. "Rony is a hero. He lit the path for both lowborns and highborns alike. Are you this ungrateful? Logan fought with us against the Kraken, and I saved both yours and your beloved lord's hides! Is this the gratitude we receive?!"
"You stole my lord's glory, you insignificant runt," growled Sir Kingsley, his tone dripping with disdain. "Don't you dare try to shift the blame onto us for your own deeds!"
"Me? Stealing Lord Emberfall's glory?!" Morvain retorted, pointing vehemently at the lifeless body being carried at the rear. "Ron died because of Lord Emberfall. He perished because Lord Emberfall is nothing but a coward who hides behind his knights and soldiers." Morvain spat on the ground, his expression twisted with rage. "Were you the one who carried out his death on your lord's orders, Sir Kingsley? Huh? Were you?!" Morvain's voice trembled with a mixture of anger and sorrow as he pointed accusingly at Sir Kingsley.
The crowd murmured in agreement, their emotions of anger and sorrow heightened by Morvain's impassioned words.
In a swift motion, Sir Kingsley unsheathed his sword and pointed it menacingly at Morvain. The blade gleamed in the sunlight, stopping just before Morvain's fiery crimson eyes.
"Accuse me one more time, and I'll ensure those accusations become reality, boy," Sir Kingsley threatened, his expression filled with fury as his blade hovered dangerously close to Morvain's face.
Sir Steffan intervened, placing a calming hand on Sir Kingsley's shoulder. "Don't. Don't do something you'll regret, Kingsley," he advised, his demeanor remaining composed amidst the tension.
Morvain shot a fierce glare at Sir Kingsley, his crimson eyes ablaze with fury. Without hesitation, he reached out and gripped the blade with his bare hands, crimson blood oozing from his palms. Clenching his fists around Sir Kingsley's sword, he pulled the weapon towards himself.
"I dare you to end me and face the consequences of your actions. I dare you, Sir Kingsley. If you've got the courage, then do it," Morvain challenged, his crimson eyes burning with both fury and determination.
Sir Kingsley trembled with rage, his blade quivering in Morvain's grasp. "Boy..." he growled, "you think I won't do it?"
Morvain smirked, his crimson eyes burning with both determination and fury. "Do it then. End me. Kill me and witness the consequences of your actions. Kill me, Sir Kingsley, and avenge your precious lord's pride." Morvain's crimson eyes blazed with a challenging intensity and unyielding fury.
Sir Kingsley hesitated, his blade still quivering in Morvain's grasp.
Sir Steffan placed his hand on Sir Kingsley's shoulder, his expression calm and composed. "Sir Kingsley, we can't carve a path through a crowd like this on a Royal ship. Just the death of this man alone could trigger serious repercussions from the Royals." He then turned to address Moravain. "Given the situation, and since neither side seems willing to back down, let's find a compromise. You can visit him. Just a visit. If you can agree to that, we can avoid unnecessary bloodshed here." Sir Steffan suggested.
Morvain locked eyes with Sir Kingsley, his crimson gaze aflame with challenge and fury. "Are you okay with that, Sir Kingsley?" Morvain smirked.
Sir Kingsley gritted his teeth, his blade still trembling in Morvain's grasp. "We can kil—"
"No. The lord will understand," Sir Steffan interjected firmly.
"And if he doesn't?" questioned the other knight.
"Then we're serving a fool."
...
Inside the cell, a small, closed-off room with just one window at the far end, one man wept uncontrollably, holding a lifeless body tightly against his chest.
The only other occupants of the cell were Morvain and Logan, standing off to the side. Morvain's face remained emotionless, while Logan's was etched with grief as they watched the heartbreaking scene unfold.
The boy cried, tears streaming down onto the lifeless body in his arms. "Father... Father..." he sobbed, his voice laden with grief and sorrow.
"He was a good man. A loving man," Logan said, shaking his head. Days in the cell had left him disheveled, with messy red hair and tattered clothes. Logan looked at Morvain with weary eyes.
"The very best man. One of the finest I've seen," replied Morvain, his crimson eyes devoid of emotion.
Logan sighed heavily and rubbed his temples. "They killed him. Those bastards killed him," he muttered, clenching his fist in frustration.
Morvain looked at him and said, "They're lords, what can you do against them?"
"For the longest time, growing up in a somewhat better-off household, I thought all the complaints from the poor were just lies. I didn't believe anyone could live like that. But after my father's death, when I took up my own sword and traveled the kingdom, I finally understood what real life is like. I saw the difference. And if someone like me, just a regular person, only realized the truth much later in life, what could a lord, lounging in their castle every day, really know?" Logan sighed, his words heavy with realization.
"Killing them won't solve anything, as their heirs might end up just as bad or even worse," Morvain interjected.
"Yeah, I've pondered on that too," said Logan. "While I've been stuck in this place, I've been thinking about how to change the system, and you wanna know what I found as the solution?" He looked at Morvain with a small smile.
"What's that?"
"You, sir. You are the solution."