Royal Killers discussion

A resting place for the princes. They talk, plan, think, talk about girls, etc..

Drake was sitting in one of the plush chairs in the room with his feet resting on the long wooden coffee table, if his mother had been there she would have been sure to scold him for it. He had his nose buried in a book called War Strategies , his eyes were scanning the pages rapidly taking in all the information. He loved to learn new strategies, he could read about them all day if he was given the chance but he wasn't looking forward to the day when he would have to put them into action.

Next to Drake an ancient looking man sipped tea through a porcelain cup, he had laugh lines, but not just that, he had lines of all sorts, scarring his face to the point of mutilation had he not been old.

"Ah," he exhaled, eying the book, "I've read dat, not many laughs, no?"

Drake glanced up from the book for only a moment before looking back down at the pages "That is correct" he said with a sigh "War is never something to laugh about"

Miroslav grinned a chip tooth smile, "yes and no, mostly I think that if you're a humanitarian... you should be reading about bringing peace."

"Peace is what I want but I am no fool. Peace is a delusion that a prince does not have the luxury to believe in" He said with a sigh as he set the book down in his lap "It's probably more fitting to spend my time reading of war rather than peace" he said

"Peace is not the absence of war but the presence of justice," the old man rasped with a slighted smile. He held his herbal tea in the palm of his hand, soft smells playing the air like Dixieland from a flute. An aroma.

"Yes, but everybody has a different idea of what justice truly is" Drake said setting the book on the table and standing up.

"And justice is War? Why do people... kill people to show us that killing is wrong?" He said lightly, "liberty and democracy become unholy when their hands are dyed with innocent blood. To stop this bloodshed we much watch them and protect..." He didn't explain what kind of war he had to command and by the gods, he was not going to support it now.

"We have failed to notice that mankind is becoming a single unit, and for that unit to fight against itself is suicide," he said, "it is against man to kill another man, and great sickness would bring someone to do it willingly. We are not weapons. We are human beings... When I was young, I used to think like you, Drake, but now I sorrow."

Drake sighed softly "The ways of mankind are a mystery to all" he said "I bid you farewell sir, I'm going for a stroll" he said with a kind smile before walking out of the room and outside.

His kindness was only half received and Miroslav cleaned off his portion of sweet bread before standing with a crippled back.

The ancient man leaned over and picked the book off the varnished table, "I always wonder what is going through young minds these days," he took it with him as he limped out through the curtains.

Collin pushed the doors open and made his (not-so) grand entrance. He ordered a coffee and a muffin and sat down in a silky black plush chair. "What's up, guys?"