KING AT 'THEIR' COST.

CHAPTER TWO

"So...my brother has brought some strange girl home?" He asked simply , whilst meditatively adjusting his gold rimmed glasses, the servant bowed "Affirmative... however the girl declares herself some sort of mafia lady, it's absolutely comedic my lord", the lord clasped his hands, in his habitually meditative manner "... nonetheless, I want you to investigate who exactly she is and where she is coming from...if by any chance she is who I think she is...then this affair has lost its comedy..."

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Prince Pinerock, who was the third born son of the once almighty king of the prosperous land of Camelot, was always described as an overambitious and arrogant young man, he excelled in sword fighting, horse riding and a couple of other activities expected from one worth being the king, and so anyone would have expected his participation in the contest for the throne, presently he continuously punched at the scarecrow figure, sweat watering his bare chest and covering his tan skin, he landed the scarecrow a vicious kick, as the item came falling down, he grinned at his victory and motioned for his servants to bring forth his chair and refreshments, as the female servants worked about dapping the sweat off his body, they suddenly all froze and bowed, Pinerock turned to see the first prince, he smiled "Older brother..." He mumbled, Gullivan, the first prince nodded responsively ,"I was hoping that you would be able to explain to me...the basis of Arthur's newest inclusion to his chambers..." Pinerock smirked "It's simple... Arthur's brain has got rotten..." Pinerock stood up "Should his tragic downfall affect any of us?", Pinerock ,ruffled his hair "Let's not forget he isn't even of OUR blood..." The first prince sighed "You again with that nasty remark..." Pinerock laughed out, "Don't act so innocent Gullivan... you feel the same way I do... that brat was borne by a slave, he is not a full royal...you used to be different, we would all force him to acknowledge that he was nothing but a half bastard borne out of wedlock... remember?" Gullivan, the first prince flinched slightly "I have a strategy to make him properly introduce this girl, an impromptu party, he's bound to attend..." Pinerock shrugged nonchalantly "Like I said...why should this woman bother you so much?", Gullivan turned to walk away, his entourage of servants proceeded along, suddenly he stopped in his tracks, "Are you familiar with the HukRift mafia?", Pinerock nodded "Of course...once the loyal dirty dogs of father... until he abruptly severed all ties with them...and since then they devote themselves to underground activities working for other kingdoms against Camelot... pretty shameless... but what does that have to do with anything?" Gullivan grinned "You underestimate Arthur a tad too plenty... that woman is the head of HukRift... and if she is working with Arthur then..." Pinerock gasped, Gullivan walked on "Arthur means business... and his new ally is one to reckon with... it's about time, you raise more expectations of his engagements..."