As Cloud-Strike and his team carefully placed Rainnaly's lifeless body on the floor, making it look like the king had ferociously attacked her. They smeared blood across the walls and floor, creating a gruesome scene. With a nod, Cloud-Strike signaled to his team that they were done. They slipped out of the room, avoiding detection.
Meanwhile, King Jamten was fast asleep in his bed, unaware of the horror that awaited him. He stirred, waking up to the sound of his own ragged breathing. As he sat up, he noticed a figure lying on the floor. His heart racing, he rushed over to the body and turned it over.
To his horror, he saw that it was Rainnaly, her eyes frozen in a permanent stare. The king's face contorted in shock and grief as he cradled her dead body in his arms. Unconsciously, he smeared her blood across his clothing as he held her close.
Just then, the door burst open, and Jamtoe stood in the entrance, flanked by a dozen bodyguards. "Guards, seize my father!" he shouted, his voice ringing out across the room.
As the guards rushed forward, the king's eyes locked onto Jamtoe's face. And in that moment, he saw the truth. He saw the calculation, the malice, and the guilt. The king's face twisted in anger and disgust.
"You bastard," the king spat, his voice venomous. "You're behind this, aren't you? How could you kill her? She was pregnant with your child!"
Jamtoe's expression didn't change, but a flicker of emotion danced in his eyes. The king's words hung in the air, accusatory and damning.
The guards surrounded the king, pulling him away from Rainnaly's body. The king struggled against them, his eyes never leaving Jamtoe's face. "You're a monster, Jamtoe," he shouted. "You'll pay for this, I swear it."
Jamtoe's face remained impassive, but his eyes seemed to gleam with a sinister light. "Take him away," he ordered the guards. "He's a danger to himself and others."
As the guards dragged the king away, Jamtoe's eyes lingered on Rainnaly's body. He felt a pang of... something. Not guilt, perhaps, but a sense of unease. He pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the task at hand. He would see this through to the end, no matter the cost.
The king stood before the judge, his wrists and ankles bound in chains. Jamtoe sat on the throne, a stern expression on his face. The Serjeants-at-law presented the case against the king, detailing the events of that fateful night. "Your Majesty, you were found covered in the victim's blood," one of the Serjeants-at-law pointed out. "The evidence is clear: you killed Rainnaly in a fit of rage."
The king shook his head, his eyes flashing with anger. "I didn't do it," he protested. "Jamtoe is behind all of this. He's the one who's been manipulating events from behind the scenes. He killed Rainnaly, a loyal maid in our kingdom, because she knew something about him that he wanted to keep hidden."
Jamtoe's face turned red with rage as he stood up, his finger pointing accusingly at his father. "Why would I kill her?" he shouted. "She was pregnant with my child!"
The king Jamten face twisted in anger and disgust. "You were afraid she'd reveal the truth about your that you got a maid pregnant and I focused to marry her," he spat. "That's why you killed her. You're guilty, Jamtoe."
Jamtoe's eyes blazed with fury, and his voice dripped with venom. "You're trying to shift the blame onto me," he snarled. "But the evidence is clear: you're the one who's guilty."
The trial continued, with the Serjeants-at-law presenting more false evidence against the king. The king's defense team tried to argue that the evidence was circumstantial, but it seemed like a losing battle.
In the end, the verdict was in, and the king was found guilty of Rainnaly's murder. The sentence was death, and the king's fate was sealed.
As the guards led Jamten away, his six bodyguards jumped out of his shadows, swords drawn, ready to rescue their king. But Jamten shook his head, his eyes locked onto theirs.
"No, don't," he said, his voice firm. "It's not worth it. You'll only be putting yourselves in danger."
The bodyguards hesitated, but it was too late. The guards had already surrounded them, and they were arrested on the spot.
The six bodyguards were put on trial alongside the king, accused of treason and attempted rescue. The outcome was all but certain: they would share the king's fate.
As the guards led Jamten and his loyal bodyguards away, Jamtoe's face remained impassive, but a hint of a smile played on his lips. He had won, and his father would soon be gone forever.
After king Jamten's words had planted a seed of doubt in the minds of some of the courtiers, they began to question the verdict and the sentence. They realized that the king had done a lot for the kingdom and its people, and that he didn't deserve to die.
The courtiers' doubts and concerns eventually reached the highest levels of power, and the death sentence was overturned. jamten and his six bodyguards were no longer to be executed, but instead, they would be held in a cell until further notice.
jamten and his loyal bodyguards were taken to a secure cell, where they would remain until the authorities decided what to do with them. The king's future was uncertain, and it was unclear what lay ahead for him and his loyal companions.
Despite the uncertainty, Jamten's supporters were relieved that his life had been spared. Inside the prison cell, Bodyguard Six's face twisted in anger and frustration. "King Jamten, why did you stop us from rescuing you?" he demanded, his voice low and urgent. "We could have gotten you out of there, and we could have taken down Jamtoe and his men."
The king's expression was calm and measured, but his eyes betrayed a deep sadness. "Because if you had rescued me, it would have proven my son right," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "He would have seen it as proof that I was guilty and that you were trying to cover for me. And besides, you would have been forced to use your...unique abilities."
The king's gaze locked onto Bodyguard Six's, and the bodyguard felt a shiver run down his spine. "The people would fear you, and that's something I will not allow," the king continued. "You are loyal and true, and I will not have you treated like monsters."
Bodyguard Six's anger slowly gave way to understanding, and he nodded in respect. "As you wish, Your Majesty," he said, his voice softening. "But what now? What will happen to us?"
The king's expression turned grim. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I do know that we will face whatever comes next together, as a team. And we will find a way to clear my name and bring Jamtoe to justice."
The day Jamten and his six bodyguards were brought back to the courtroom, where a new verdict would be delivered. The discovery of the bodies of Drason and Beverly, Rainnaly's parents, and the physician Penick, had shed new light on the case.
Jamtoe sat on the throne, a calculating glint in his eye. He intended to pin all of this on his father, to make him pay for the crimes that Jamtoe himself had committed.
The king's eyes narrowed as he gazed at his son. He knew that Jamtoe was behind the murders, and he was determined to expose him. But Jamtoe was cunning, and he had likely planned his moves carefully.
The trial began, with the prosecutor presenting the new evidence. The king's defense team argued that the discovery of the bodies proved their client's innocence, but Jamtoe's influence was palpable. He seemed determined to ensure that his father would be held accountable for the crimes.
As the verdict drew near, the king's fate hung in the balance. Would he be exonerated, or would Jamtoe's plan succeed? The courtroom held its breath, waiting for the judge's decision.
The judge's decision to hand the verdict over to Jamtoe was unexpected, but it seemed to fit with the power dynamics at play in the Kingdoms. Jamtoe stood up from the throne, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he gazed at his father. With fake tears in his eyes and a smile playing on his lips, he delivered his verdict.
"Father, I cannot believe you are this heartless," Jamtoe said, his voice dripping with hypocrisy. " I shall deliver my verdict now. I, Prince Jamtoe Wolfect, strip you of your title as King. I will also strip you and your six bodyguards of your names, and from this day forward, you are all exiled from this Kingdom. Henceforth, the seven of you are banished from this Kingdom, and you are never to set foot here again."
The courtroom fell silent, shocked by the severity of Jamtoe's verdict.
Jamtoe's words hung in the air like a sentence of doom.
The king's face remained calm, but his eyes burned with a fierce determination. He knew that this was not the end, and he would find a way to clear his name and bring Jamtoe to justice.
The six bodyguards stood tall, their faces set in stone. They knew that they would stand by their king, no matter what lay ahead. As they turned to leave, they knew that their journey was far from over.
The courtroom was silent, the only sound the heavy footsteps of the king and his bodyguards as they walked out of the Kingdom, forever banished. Jamtoe watched them go, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.