Fantasizing a war - A Sanders Sides Trilogy

Enemies' Meet

Thomas watched as Remy pulled Emile and the prisoner into the throne room.  Emile smiled nervously at the prisoner, making the tall matured relax. Thomas grinned. "Ah, my favourite person."

"Aw, thank you, Thomas," Remy smirked.

Thomas rolled his eyes with amusement. "Honestly, Remy, I was talking to Emile."

Emile laughed at Remy's' gasp. Thomas would comment on the fact that Emile was clinging to Remy's' arm but Remy would definitely not thank him for it. The prisoner was standing cautiously behind the two men.

"I'm assuming that, because you're standing here, the mutiny failed?"

"I killed forty-two of your knights." Said the prisoner suddenly. "Sorry about that."

Thomas blinked. "A-All by yourself?"

"Yes."

"...Oh, wow, uhm... Who are you?"

The prisoner narrowed his eyes. "You're different from how I expected you. I expected you to be more... Evil..." He said, ignoring Thomas's' question.

"Thomas," Remy coughed, stepping in quickly, "This matured goes by the name Anxiety. We know it's not his actual name, but still."

Anxiety glared slightly. "I want my thestral and my imps back."

Emile took his arm softly, moving away from Remy. "Now, kiddo, Thomas just wants an update on the mutiny and then we'll take you to see your friends." Anxiety nodded quickly, suddenly smiling at Emile.

"Pray tell, how did you manage to kill forty-two guards single-handedly?" Thomas asked, sitting up properly in his throne.

"I used magic and I used my sword. What did you expect me to use, a sheet of paper?" Anxiety replied sarcastically, bristling instantly.

Thomas shook his head with an apologetic grimace as he leaned forward. "No, sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Do all of you gain magic when you become mature? We haven't seen any others gain magic, even from the oldest children."

Anxiety frowned. "What do you mean by other children?"

"You haven't told him?" Thomas glanced at Emile and Remy.

Remy shook his head. "We haven't."

Anxiety looked at the three, stepping back. "What haven't you told me? Pat- Emile?" He asked, correcting himself swiftly.

Emile sagged but beamed back happily. "Don't worry, kiddo! Everything's fine!" Anxiety looked like he wanted to reply but couldn't, a look in his eyes betraying an almost unconditional affection and trust.

"Anyway, with forty-two guards dead, that means we're forty-two guards down when this King Deceit storms here," Thomas said, changing the subject.

"Technically forty-three. The organizer had a seizure followed by a heart attack." Remy said with a shrug. He sipped his coffee casually.

Anxiety cleared his throat. "You said something about a King Deceit?"

"Yes, he's threatened to invade us. and kill us all. Why, do you know him?" Thomas asked

"He's my brother."

Emile gasped. "You're a prince?!"

Anxiety nodded. "That's why I'm magic."

The door slammed to the ground. "Hi, bitch."