Revenge of The Forgotten// Private OxO with @FanfictionFanatic

(Hmm that makes sense. I think rather than him reclaiming this city, he came to gather supplies to head to the next city to reclaim it)

Losing the guards that were with him to supposedly 'protect' him, wasn't as hard as it seemed. Being trained as an assassin for 3 years taught him to be elusive. Even now Rhysand was sitting in a tree watching them run around like headless chickens with a smirk on his face. The guards ran around a little while longer then all stopped and started making their way back to the town they had just left. Rhysand had taken one of his horses, a beautiful black mare named Etoile, and was now waiting until the guards were gone over the hill to ride on the main road. He jumped down from the tree and untied Etoile's lead, taking her to the road, then getting on her and riding in the opposite direction.

It was right before sundown that they reached the next town. It was a beautiful place, cobblestone roads, beautiful parks and gardens, and little wooden stores decorating the busiest part of the city. As Rhysand made his way up to the northern part of the city, he saw all the merchants breaking down their stalls and packing up to go home. Spice merchants, silk merchants, jewel merchants, and everything in between. Rhysand smiled slyly, this would be the perfect place to set up his camp. Next town he conquered would be this one.

As night grew near, the warmth of the day faded, making way for the cool night. With nowhere to sleep and nothing but a thick cloak to cover him, Rhys made his way to closest tavern, a noisy but delicious smelling place called The Rusty Horseshoe. Walking through the doors, Rhys made his way directly to the counter, asking for a hot meal and a small room. An as the barmaid told him, he was in luck. There were only 2 remaining rooms and he had just taken one of them. Not forgetting his manners, he thanked the lady and sat at a table near the back, eating his meal, and clutching his room key tightly in his hand.

A lot of weary glances were thrown his way and Rhysand could tell that half the people were to scared to come and chat, the other half wanted to chat but didn't want to because they didn't know who, or what, he was. Ignoring their eyes, Rhys finished the rest of his ale and stood up. He took the reminder of the bread to snack on during the night and headed up to his room.

There wasn't much to be said about the room, it was made with wood and had a few amenities. A bed with a thin mattress took up most of the room but there was also a small table and chair and a night stand with a few candles. Rhys walked to the window and took a peek outside. The sun had almost fully set and the rain had started, giving this quaint little town a magical glow.

He had a lot to do before the night ended, he need to make a list of supplies, find the best horse traders so he could trade Etoile for a faster horse in the morning, and get some rest.

The candle grew smaller and smaller until it started going crazy, Rhys changed the candle and was about to head into bed when a thumping sound made him freeze. Moving slowly to his bag, he grabbed a long dagger and hid it up his sleeve. His suspicions were confirmed when a masked person jumped through the window and tried to stab Rhysand. He young man jumped back and started to fight back, not wanting to kill his attacker but not wanting to die either.

(Are you ok with swearing? I know the characters are late teens but …?)

"Who sent you?" Rhysand yelled, holding the attacker in a headlock. Giving no response. His attacker pushed backwards until they hit the wall. Rhysand loosened his grip just a bit and his attacker managed to slip out. "General Atkinson sends his regards." A raspy voice spoke as a thin silver blade was thrown in his direction. Rhysand jumped out of the way a second too late and it nicked his shoulder before embedding itself in the wall. "Nightshade. Have a pleasant night Your Highness." He spoke and fell backwards out the window.

Rhysand held his arm and walked sluggishly to the window and collapsed. He slowly made his way to his bag, trying to find the vial to call Aurilla up from the underworld.

The bag was a bit out of reach and Rhysand groaned. It was like the pain in his arm was moving through the rest of his body. Upon hearing the voice Rhys flinched, he was in no state to fight and hated feeling this vulnerable. If only the Guild master could see me now, he'd be disgusted. He thought. "Who…are you? Need…vial from–" Rhys gasped as a burst of flame erupted from his left side. A sideways glance showed him a purple and black bruise growing bigger by the second. "He..lp." he manged to choke out.

(I find it ironic that a guy trained by an assassins guild got poisoned thus quick in the story but like Drama)

(XD)

Rhysand was used to pain but Holy Hades this felt worse than the time he was forced to spar with another on hot coals as a punishment. He grit his teeth as the strange girl muttered what seemed to be a spell under her breath. Slowly but steadly Rhys felt the pain going away. "You're a.. witch. But you're younger… than others I've seen." He had a much raspy voice because of how often he was gasping. The pain disappeared and the bruising went away as well but he stayed on the floor, a little lucid from the pain relief. "Guess I'm not as great as I thought i was."

"Maybe. I know General Atkinson has been after my life and my kingdom since I was a boy so this may not have been an accident." He muttered, sitting up. He looked at the girl in front of him and bit his lip in thought. "You look strangely familiar. Have we met before?"

"Well you could hardly consider me a royal. Opariell isn't exactly the best known kingdom. And I'm not your everyday prince. I'm here to stock up on supplies before…going on an adventure in the Corona kingdom to say hello to my cousin and her husband." Rhys managed to stand up and leaned against the wall, glancing out the window to see the tavern emptying out. "I didn't notice a flower cart so im not sure. Perhaps i met your parents in the past?" He asked

"Do you live around here? I need some supplies and a better horse, Etoile isn't cutting it for me. I need to get to Corona fast and question the King and Queen." He asked. Rhysand walked around the room for a few minutes before running his eyes and turning back to the girl. "They may call me cruel but I do have manners. Rhysand Graye, only son of King Elio. Known around my kingdom as the Cruel Prince, ruthless, and murderer. You can call my Rhysand. Only my friends call me Rhys and enemies call me many names. And please, I would rather not be a royal if ut meant having to be related to Arendelle and Corona." He rolled his eyes and leaned against another wall.

"Abused after my mother died and stolen as an early teen. Returned to find thay my father hadn't even sent out a single message to try and find me. What more to do than turn your heart to stone?" He smiled ruefully and looked at her. "When the people of my kingdom refused to care for me, I refused to be lenient with disrespect. Only the children are able to 'escape my wrath' as some would say. Not even my cousin's kingdoms did anything when Opariell was struggling. Now they sit in their homes with a warm bed and a happy public while our oxalic has no laughter and no merchants because it has started dying. My mother gave everything to the people and they refuse to honour her memory. She would be heartbroken." Rhysand grabbed a silver locket that hung around his neck with his left hand, rubbing it between in thumb and forefinger.

Rhysand's eyes followed the.movement of her hand and he let out a breathy laugh. "Your mother is the enchantress? As in the same lady who cursed the kingdom of King Adam and Belle? No wonder you seemed familiar." He smiled. "It seems we both have issues with royalty in high places. I'd like to bring down these places to teach a lesson in compassion. I'll be leaving the morning after tomorrow if you wanted to join me."

Rhys smiled, fingers still rubbing the necklace. "You said you mother is missing, perhaps they know where she is? I have been trained to gather information in…creative ways. I do have to go to their kingdom, my mother has a home there and I need to get some equipment from there. I could assist in getting you answers, in return you can help me bring down the Coronian monarchy, specifically the present King and Queen for ignoring the cries for help of their own sister." He said. As he spoke, Rhys clutched his necklace tighter and grit his teeth. They would pay for their betrayal.

"I look forward to the morning Miss Emmeline." Rhys bowed lightly at the waist and opened his room door. "Pleasant dreams."

(Timeskip?)

(Yep, do you want to do it or should I?)