Ancient Rome (Rp)

Fae:

"I will once I see him. I have something else I need to talk to him about.."

 

Fawn:

"Be careful he bites." I say jokingly trying to bring her spirit back up.

 

Fae:

Chuckles slightly then yawns "I'm going to go rest in the throne room"

(The party is being held in the ballroom)

 

Fawn:

Smiles slightly "I'll send a couple of guards along in a minute."

 

Fae:

Smiles and walks into the throne room, glad to be alone at last

 

James:-Bursts into throne room dragging unconscious guards behind me- Greetings my lord... I have returned, these two guards denied me access... I do not remember approving them for- -Looks up, sees Fae sitting on the throne and draws my weapon- Who are you and how dare you sit upon the Emperor's throne!?!?

 

Fae:

Looks up at James in shock, the crown still upon my head "Who in Caesar's name are you?"

 

Cato:

Looks around at the party guests mingling "looks like this party is going on forever" he says and looks at Fawn "how about we head back?"

 

James: I am James, head of The Great Emperor John Dragnor's Personal Guard. Now, either tell me who you are or face immediate execution.

 

Fae:

"John is dead." Looks up at him, my face blank and expressionless "His funeral was two weeks ago."

 

James: -Pauses- And you... Are his successor?

 

Fae:

"Yes, he named me as his successor. You may check his will if you don't believe me." Rests back in my throne, picking at a bunch of grapes

 

James: What is your name?

 

Fae:

"It's Fae, I used to be John's personal servant until he went and died on me.." Trails off and starts to mutter

 

Fawn:

"Yeah okay. I'm over by Fae's room now, she asked if I could be moved."

 

James:-Sheathes sword- I recognize that name. I hereby pledge myself to you and request immediate command of your personal guard. I would ah... Like to build it up from scratch.

 

Fae:

"No. I want some control regarding who protects me." Looks up at him, not prepared to be persuaded otherwise.

 

James: I am willing to take any suggestions or requests for your personal guard, however the current guard was loyal to John, not you. It MUST be built from the ground up in order to find loyal and skilled fighters, seeing as -no offense- you have absolutely no solid militant experience and I have trained for all my life to serve, I believe it makes the most sense for you to turn command over to me.

 

Fae:

Looks at him slightly confused "And in English?"

 

Cato:

"I'll walk to there and then I'll be off to my room"