by Morgan Rice
Thor was too overwhelmed to respond. He hardly knew what to do now.
“Come sit with me—I saved you a seat,” Reece said.
Reece pulled Thor down beside him, at a table set aside for the King’s family. He saw Reece’s brother, Godfrey, drinking with both hands, and beside him sat Gareth, watching with shifting eyes. Thor hoped beyond hope that Gwendolyn might be there, too, but she was not.
“What is it, Thor?” Reece prodded, as he sat down beside him. “You stare at this table as if it will bite you.”
Thor shook his head.
“If I told you, you would not believe me. So best I just keep my mouth shut.”
“Tell me. You can tell me anything,” Reece urged with intensity.
Thor saw the look in his eyes, and realized, that finally, someone was taking him seriously. He took a deep breath, and began. He had nothing to lose.
“The other day, in the forest, with your sister, we saw a Whiteback. She said it was an omen of death, and I believe it is. I saw Argon, and he confirmed that a death is coming. Shortly after, I had a dream that your father would be poisoned. Here. Tonight. In this hall. I know it in my bones. He will be. Someone is trying to assassinate him,” Thor said.
He said it all in a rush, and it felt good to get it off his chest. It felt good to have someone actually listen.
Reece was quiet as he stared back into his eyes for a long time. Finally, he spoke.
“You seem genuine. I have no doubt. And I appreciate your caring for my father. I believe you. I do. But dreams are tricky things. Not always what we think.”
“I told the King,” Thor said. “And they laughed at me. Of course, he will drink tonight.”
“Thor, I believe you dreamt this. And I believe you feel this. But I’ve had terrible dreams, too, my entire life. The other night, I dreamt I was pushed out the castle, and I woke feeling that I was. But I was not. Do you understand? Dreams are strange things. And Argon speaks in riddles. You must not take it all so seriously. My father is fine. I am fine. We’re all fine. Try to just sit back and drink and relax. And enjoy.”
With that, Reece leaned back in his chair, covered in furs, and drank. He flagged a waiter, who put a huge portion of venison before Thor, along with a drinking goblet.
But Thor just sat there, staring at his food He felt his whole life dissolving around him. He didn’t know what to do.
He could still think of nothing but his dream. It was like being in a waking nightmare, sitting there, watching everyone drink and feast around him. All he could do was watch the servers, all the drinks, all the goblets, heading for the King. He watched closely every server, every goblet of wine. Every time the King drank, Thor flinched.
But Thor was obsessed. He could not look away. He watched and watched, for what felt like hours.
Finally, Thor spotted one particular server. He approached the king with a goblet unlike the others. It was large, made of a very distinct gold, covered in rows of rubies and sapphires.
It was the exact goblet of Thor’s dream.
Thor, his heart pounding in his chest, watched as if in slow motion as the servant came closer to the king. When he was just feet away, Thor could stand it no longer. Every ounce of his body screamed that this was the poisoned chalice.
Thor leapt from his table, shoved his way through the thick crowd, elbowed everyone roughly who was in his way.
Just as the King took the chalice into his hands, Thor leapt up onto his table, reached out, and swiped the goblet from the king’s hands.
A horrified gasp filled the entire hall as the goblet flew from the king’s hands, landed on the stone with a hard clink.
The entire hall went dead silent. Every musician, every juggler, stopped. Hundreds of men and women all turned and stared.
The king slowly stood, and glowered down at Thor.
“How dare you!” shrieked the King. “You insolent little boy!” he screamed. “I will put you in the stocks for this!”
Thor stood there, horrified, hardly believing what he had just done. He felt the entire world crashing down on him. He just wanted to disappear.
Suddenly, a hound walked over to the puddle of wine now forming on the floor, and lapped it up. Before Thor could respond, before the room could move again, all eyes went to the hound, who started making awful, horrible noises.
A moment later, the hound froze up, and fell on its side, dead. The entire room looked at the dog with a horrified gasp.
“You knew the drink was poison!” yelled a voice.
Thor turned and saw the Prince Gareth, standing there, coming up beside the king, pointing accusingly at Thor.
“How could you have possibly have known it was poisoned? Unless you are the one who did it! Thor tried to poison the king!” Gareth yelled out.
The entire crowd cheered in outrage.
“Take him to the dungeon,” the king commanded.
A moment later, Thor felt guards grabbing him hard from behind, dragging him through the hall. He squirmed, and tried to protest.
“No!” he screamed out. “You don’t understand!”
But no one listened. He was dragged through the crowd, fast and quick, and as he went, he watched them all disappear from him, his whole life disappear from him. They crossed the hall and out a side door, a door slamming shut behind them.
It was quiet here. A moment later, Thor felt himself descending. He was being pulled by several hands down a winding stone staircase. It grew darker and darker, and soon he could hear the cries of prisoners.
An iron cell door opened, and he realized where he was being taken. The dungeon.
He squirmed, trying to protest, to break free.
“You don’t understand!” he yelled.
Thor looked up and saw a guard step forward, a large, crude man with an unshaven face, and yellow teeth.
He scowled down at Thor.
“Oh I understand very well,” came his raspy voice.
He reached back his fist, and the last thing Thor saw was his fist, coming down right for his face.
Then his world was blackness.
COMING SOON….
Book #2 in the Sorcerer’s Ring
Books by Morgan Rice
THE SORCERER’S RING
A QUEST OF HEROES (Book #1 in the Sorcerer’s Ring)
THE SURVIVAL TRILOGY
ARENA ONE: SLAVERSUNNERS (Book #1 of the Survival Trilogy)
ARENA TWO (Book #2 of the Survival Trilogy)
THE VAMPIRE JOURNALS
TURNED (Book #1 in the Vampire Journals)
LOVED (Book #2 in the Vampire Journals)
BETRAYED (Book #3 in the Vampire Journals)
DESTINED (Book #4 in the Vampire Journals)
DESIRED (Book #5 in the Vampire Journals)
BETROTHED (Book #6 in the Vampire Journals)
VOWED (Book #7 in the Vampire Journals)
FOUND (Book #8 in the Vampire Journals)
THE VAMPIRE LEGACY
RESURRECTED (Book #1 of the Vampire Legacy)
CRAVED (Book #2 of the Vampire Legacy)
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