The Mouthpiece's eyes went wide as some part of him screamed of the man's plan, and he shouted as he felt his body propelled forward impossibly fast, the gods reaching through him, manipulating his body to make him reach the doors in time.
(It's fine! Oof that sucks)
(bump?)
The man kept running, running into the room and using the door to swing himself around while closing it at the same time. He made sure no one had gotten in before locking it and looking at Sam, who was wide awake now.
Sam had been waiting for the man, crossing his arms and smirking at him. "Welcome back, how did it feel running around the castle?"
The Mouthpiece did not reach the doors in time, and dug his heels in to keep from slamming into them from momentum. He breathed out a curse under his breath, and hoped Sam would be alright.
Sam chuckled a bit when the man looked confused, looking at him and wondering how he was awake. "If you want to kill me, go ahead, I don't really like this position and you might have a chance at it."
The Mouthpiece waited outside, to see what would happen. He knew better than to interfere, but he was still worried for the King's health and safety.
"We all know you're lying," The man replied, walking over to Sam and discreetly grabbing a dagger from the desk. "You really like this position, don't you? Telling everyone what to do and making them suffer while you're treated like a god."
Sam laughed, using his hand to cover his laugh. "Well, you clearly don't know me. You're describing my father, and it hasn't even been a year since I've been crowned."
The Mouthpiece couldn't hear much except the low hum of conversation, and he paced a little bit, waiting to see what would happen. The gods would not interfere yet, not unless it became necessary.
"Just leave, or I'll skin you alive with that dagger of mine," Sam threatened, glancing at the dagger in the man's hand.
The man rolled his eyes. "As if you're that strong."
"You clearly don't know anything about me, do you?"
The Mouthpiece shifted a little bit, looking at the door through narrowed eyes. Conceivably, he might be able to get it open on his own, if he tried hard enough.
The man walked closer to Sam and stabbed him while smiling, or tried to.
You see, Sam is quick, and he had caught his hand, twisting it and not letting go until he heard cracks from the man's hand. "Get out, or I'll break your whole body." He mumbled, watching the man leave.
The Mouthpiece waited anxiously, watching as the door opened and the man stepped out. He frowned a little bit, hoping that the king was alright.
Sam quickly put his dagger away, hoping no one had seen anything. He quickly straightened his hair and glanced around the room, his eyes landing on the Mouthpiece. "Did you see anything?"
The Mouthpiece blinked, then shook his head. "I was outside." he replied slowly. "So I did not see much." he looked at the king carefully.
"Good." Sam straightened up his clothes and looked around, trying to see if anyone else had seen anything.
"What happened?" the Mouthpiece questioned, looking at the king carefully. The gods were less worried now, seeing as how Sam was alright, but they were still curious.
"Nothing the gods need to know about." Sam replied shortly, glancing at the Mouthpiece. "And nothing you need to know either."
The Mouthpiece blinked at that. "Ah. Alright." he was not quite sure how to reply to that. The gods were a little bit taken aback at that as well.
Sam finished straightening out his clothes and looked at the Mouthpiece. "Did the man try to talk to you at all?'
"A little bit." the Mouthpiece replied slowly, looking at Sam and cocking his head just a little bit. "Though I did not quite understand what he wanted."
"What did he say?" Sam asked, looking over the Mouthpiece. "Did he ask to talk to the gods?"
"He…said he was like me." The Mouthpiece replied slowly. "But that is not possible. The gods choose only one vessel in a lifetime."
"Yea, he was just trying to kill me, thinking I was just like my father," Sam explained nonchalantly, acting as if this happened everyday.
The Mouthpiece blinked slowly. "…oh." he replied slowly, cocking his head at Sam. "I am sorry."
Sam looked confused. "Are you sorry, or are the gods sorry?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow at the Mouthpiece.
He frowned, looking confused now. "I meant…" he didn't know. "We…" he cocked his head again. "We are sorry that such a mistake was made." he finally decided on.
Sam chuckled softly. "You sure?" He asked, not caring to be formal at all. "And someone probably started a rumor about me."
The Mouthpiece nodded slightly. "We are sure." he replied. "And yes, that is the most likely possibility."
