The Legacy Of House Auron 45 Interlude: Larcen

There's a feeling of anticlimax as Larcen enters the throne room.

This is what he's worked towards for years and it's finally at hand, but…

Instead of the monster he's envisaged there's just a middle-aged man sitting on the throne without a care in the world.
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Sure, intellectually, he knows the King is human but after everything the man put him through it doesn't seem at all appropriate.

With his sword drawn, Larcen tentatively walks forward.

It can't be this easy, can it?

The King makes no effort to protect himself.

He just smirks at Larcen.

It's … unsettling.

"So, you're the champion of justice come to slay the big bad oppressor?"

Larcen almost starts at the King's words.

Instead he grits his teeth.

A champion of justice?

No.

More like vengeance.

If it had not affected his family personally, Larcen wouldn't have cared - he hadn't cared.

He's man enough to admit that.

The smirk only grew wider.

"Such anger… Do your followers know that they're dying just to fuel your quest for revenge?"

"They know what I've lost. They know I'd do anything to make you suffer for it."

The words are practically growled out.

"And what did you lose, hmm? Didn't you gain far more? You have a loyal army at your bidding. You rose from your mediocre life to be a leader."

Larcen's grip on his sword tightens.

"I never wanted to be a leader or a father or any of this. I just wanted to be with her."

The words are thick.

The King scoffs.

"Really, all this over a woman? You could have a hundred women. They could ease that ache within you. I could make you forget all about her."

The King's words are seductive.

To no longer carry the pain or guilt…

No!

"You don't even know her name, do you?"

The words are hollow with realisation.

"Why should I remember the name of a n.o.body who tried to stand in my way?"

It is thanks to the King that he lost everything that mattered.

It is thanks to the King that he can't even look at his own son without feeling like a failure.

Everything he's feeling is the fault of the King…

It's all thanks to one event he ordered.

An event that wasn't even important enough for the King to remember.

"She was everything and you took her from me! You destroyed my life!"

The King stands and draws his sword.

"No, not yet. But I will."

Larcen stands his ground as their swords meet even as the vibrations seem to intensify his aches.

He isn't a fighter - his wounds are proof of that.

He's a farmer, born and bred.

Even so - he won't die here.

He refuses to come this far just to falter at the finish line.

"You're so consumed with rage that you can't even see you've already lost."