He didn't care if Guy wondered about what was going on, he didn't care if Guy was still an emotional sissy. His Black Knight was well trained and Vaisey trusted him. What would happen in the next minutes were more important than a simple thief being hung for his sins. The Sheriff was punishing those who were criminals, resenting the peasants to be such parasites and cursing the King who woul monopolize so much of England's money, so much of England's army.
His brother, though dumb like a chicken and as gross as those peasants, had actually the ambition needed for Vaisey to raise even higher. It would become a nice tool if everything could go according to plan.
A shiver, nothing agreeable, creeped up his spine.
Prince John was a hard man to appreciate.
When he finally arrived to his office, he chased the guards standing in front of the doors, he chased the servant waiting inside, then brutally closed the door behind him when he was certain Guy was inside and nobody else was close. He turned around abruptly and walked, with long steps for his stature, to the window, looking outside.
"You know Gisborne, there is so much that a man can bear and so much that a man can simply ignore. England is sick."
"But of this we don't care."
He turned around, facing his knight.
"I don't care about England, I have a new mission for you. Something big, something that will change the face of our country, but those are consequences for historians and petty people."
"There is only one thing you must be sure to complete, I do not care how many die, but the King, ooooh, the King must perish."
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