Word Total: 90,030
Year to Date: 390,038
Summary of Events:
Éoin went to visit Viceroy Báld, hoping to maybe arrange a visit to Carey Vanora so that he could snoop around for private documents like Viceroy Báld's birth certificate, but Viceroy Báld saw no reason to invite him over. Alina presided over parliament as they discussed her mother's removing of her crown, with Viceroy Báld trying to downplay the seriousness of the offence. Éoin went to order a replacement part for a saddle on his brother's behalf; upon coming out of the shop he found his horse was gone, so he headed home alone, whenhe was attacked, but succeeded in stabbing his attacker, whom he recognised as Viceroy Báld's butler . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
Pain shot through his abdomen suddenly and he realised the butler was looking at him; more specifically, he was looking at Éoin's abdomen, where he'd driven his dagger in to the hilt.
Lightheadedness overcame Éoin at the sight of the darkening wetness moving rapidly down his shirt and even starting to stain his trousers.
Éoin released his weapons and clutched at himself. He felt terrible pain, but he didn't want to lose consciousness, he couldn't let himself lose consciousness.
Too late he noticed that he'd been relieved of his weapons upon releasing them and he looked over his shoulder to see another man, clad in black, his face masked save his eyes.
Pain shot through Éoin's cheekbone as the second man's knee collided with it firmly and deliberately.
Éoin cried out when a foot slammed into his back, but he remained upright and conscious as best as he could. He wanted to fight, but he felt powerless.
Soon fists and feet were flying at him from all directions and Éoin couldn't shield himself from all of them. They quickly became relentless, vicious, as if they were trying to bludgeon him to death when goodness knew he was likely to bleed to death from the wound deep into his abdomen.
Keeling over, Éoin went down onto his side and moaned. To his relief the beating stopped as soon as he did so, but the relief didn't last long.
He heard the metallic sound of swords sliding out of their sheaths as the men all prepared to finish him off. Peadar would be viceroy next, but unfortunately he wouldn't have a clue about anything and Queen Alina could well be killed.
Fluid filled Éoin's throat, it was difficult to breathe around, some of it bubbled in his throat, letting out a rather unpleasant sound.
Éoin felt blackness pulling at him as he waited for the plunge of the swords, was he going to die before they got their strike in?
"He's dead," the butler — in the voice he'd used at Viceroy Báld's house — said nonchalantly.
In disbelief Éoin heard all of them sheath their swords and walk away. He didn't dare move until he couldn't hear them anymore. He then heard the sound of hooves.
Desperately he struggled to his hands and knees, excruciating pain tearing through him, he tasted metallic blood in his mouth.
He saw the horse emerge out of the fog and recognised him immediately as Torin.
Éoin clutched the gelding's foreleg and reached a hand up for the saddle, which he used to pull himself unsteadily to his feet.
Unsteady and fumbling, Éoin struggled to get his foot into the stirrup, and fought to get astride his gelding.
"Take me home," Éoin whimpered.
He desperately clutched the saddle horn as Torin started carefully forward, picking his way around his reins possibly, Éoin had no clue, he was just fighting to stay conscious enough to think about balancing himself astride his gelding.
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