The Prince, the last chance for all Natives, lay on the table, snoring soflty. His skin was smeared with durt, and he smelled of smoke and several days travel on the open roads. His clothing was travel worn, and nothing rich or fancy, nothing like the King's emerald cloak, woven with golden threads and encrusted with jewels.<br/>This aggravated as well as humiliated this King, a ruler of a small, yet war-mongering land. The man, self-seated at the head of the table, had waited patiently for<span style="font-style: italic">thirty</span>minutes for the foolish boy to arrive, and what did the ingrate do?<span style="font-style: italic">Fell asleep!</span><br/>Once he had been sure that the boy was asleep and not faking it to listen in, the King had gathered a small group of leaders (most of which monarchs) and quietly discussed the best way to proceed. Should they sacrifice another nation and join forces with the Slayer? What about killing the foolish boy while he slept? It would be easy enough...just walk up to him and slit his throat, he hadn't woken up when the King had yelled, nor when another leader had roughly shaken him.<br/>The only sign that he was ven alive was his occasional sleepy murmurs and shifts.<br/>The guards unlocked the doors and walked in, announcing the hour. Each guard was fully encased in armor, and attatched to said armor was a massive crossbow. They halted just inside the doorway and spoke in broken Native tongue, "Third hour of Forty-Eight. After Twelfth, midnight, the Castle will be Locked. Supplies will be brought in."<br/>They didn't aknowledge the Prince, neither one even looked at the boy. The King, however, wasn't about to let that slide.<br/>"Hey! Can you<span style="font-style: italic">please</span>wake this rude<span style="font-style: italic">Prince</span>up? He is wasting our valuable delegation time!"<br/>One guard looked to the other, and they laughed, "What dele-agyshun do you need? Our Prince can does what he wants."<br/>The first strode out of the room, still laughing while the second paused, a look of mischief in his eyes, "I wouldn't waken him. He can't sleep for forty-eight hours, can he?"<br/>The first guard burst out laughing anew at this comment, and the second joined the first at guarding the doorway. As the doors swung shut and locked anew the clinking of coins was heard, as well as the mutterings of the Slayer as they placed bets.<br/>The King shook with outrage, and turned to the sleeping Prince. "You! Ingrate!" He seized the Prince and shook him wildly, fingers digging into the Prince's cloak.<br/>The Prince did not waken, though his arm guards made an ever subtle clicking sound, lost on the King as he screamed at the Prince for his lack of respect.<br/>The King slammed the Prince's head onto the table, and this woke the boy up at last. His eyes were glazed, and bleary with sleep and his recent concussion, but his arms moved of their own accord.<br/>The Prince seized the Kings arm, and with one swift jerk, and a splintering crack, broke it.<br/>The King shrieked, his scream raising in pitch as the Prince grabbed his thumb and bent it backwards. The Native flailed, and his other arm crashed into the Princes free hand. The Prince grabbed his wrist and broke those fingers too, only stopping when the King fainted, a looked of puzzlement on his face.<br/>Slowly, the confusion cleared and the Prince woke up, the unfocused glaze left his eyes, and he rubbed his head and yawned.<br/>"Hm..." He stared, wide eyed, though not too surprised, at the maimed King. The Prince stared at the other leaders, then he stared at the room, then the King again. He shrugged and took his seat at the head of the table, and leaned back in the chair.<br/>His Native speak, to the horror of the leaders, was clearly elucidated, and contained little of that characteristicly thick Slayer accent. "Hello, my delegates, I am Prince Nash."<br/>He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, striking a match on his glove. A cloud of purple smoke rose as he inhaled. "What did I miss?"<br/>Though his words were haughty, his face was apathetic, if a little bewildered looking due to his wide-eyed gaze, which was ever so slightly unfocused.<br/>Nash stared into his lap and scowled, he'd wanted to explore the rest of the continent before starting this but<span style="font-style: italic">nooo</span>Father had launched an invasion right under his nose. Who knew what countries he'd missed, what peoples he hadn't learned about, weaknesses yet to be uncovered.