A dream he much enjoyed. It brought a smile to his face each and everytime the thought, the dream, ran across his memories. As if stimulating his pleasures. A gruesome scene that played in his mind each and every time he closed his eyes.
***
"Madame, your brother has landed in the Hanger."
"Ah, wonderful. Maybe we can finally have a decent dinner."
"I shall escort him to the Bridge."
In the distance there was the sound of gun fire. It had only been three minutes since he landed.
"What was that?" Someone shouted, standing up really quickly. "Maybe someone is...." The princess was cut off as the bridge door opened, a messenger had stumbled in, looking badly wounded, and hardly living. "Madame! Your...brother..." He collapsed on the ground throwing his arm up to catch onto her.
She stepped backwards, eyes wide staring down at the man. Slowly she looked up in horror to see Royal Guards entering the bridge. "What's the meaning of this!" She demanded.
"Now, now sis' that's not how you greet your brother." He said smiling as he appeared in the door way. He crossed his arms and pressed his shoulder against the doorway. "Kill the bridge crew, and tie the former Princess up." He said, a smile was fixed to his face, one that she had seen countless of times when he was plotting something.
He watched as the guards started to slaughter the crew. His smile widened as he fixed his eyes on his sister, who was staring back at him terrified. "B-brother! How could you?"
"A little birdy told me you where going to kill me in my sleep. I can't have this." His perverted smile seemed to pierce right through her as one of the guards grabbed her and pushed her down to her knees, binding her hands with a zip-tie. "My liege." Another guard said, pulling out his pistol, and handing it to him. "I've had these wet dreams where I've killed you. Exactly how you are now." He said taking the pistol, and slowly walking towards his sister.
"You monster!" "Such a beautiful thing. Some noble would've been proud to call you his wife. To bad it has to end this way, non?" He smiled and pulled the hammer back on the pistol. He knelt down in front of her and lifted her chin with the pistol. "Father was always right about you. Destined to take the thrown, to kill me. But you forgot one thing, sister, I'm quicker at the killing. Looks like you won't be burning me alive in a bed full of oil."
She stared up at him, as he stood back up, placing the cold steel barrel against her forehead, between her eyes. "Any final words, My sister?" His smile had disappeared, and a fire burned in his eyes as he looked down at her.
"Go to hell you son of a bi--"
He pulled the trigger, a loud pop was heard, followed by a thump of her body hitting the ground. Joseph looked up to see one of his guards flinch. He raised the pistol and shot the man twice in his chest, causing him to drop with a loud yelp, Joseph walked over to the man, still aiming the pistol down at him. "My guards don't flinch." The guard looked up, dead into the barrel of the gun,
"I-I-I'm sorry my liege." "Sorry doesn't save my sister, traitor." He smiled and pulled the trigger. The mans body slumped into a lifeless corpse, and Joseph dropped the pistol and looked over at his sisters body. "Make a report that Maquis terrorists killed her, and the bridge. Evacuate the rest of this vessel and get ready to blow it up. If you encounter any resistance, kill them."
"Oui my liege!"
***
He enjoyed it. As it was one of his finest moments of his life, and more was soon to come.
A soft female voice came from behind him. He knew she was there, but wasn't really interested in what she had to say at this moment, instead he was bickering to himself about what tie to wear. However, he wasn't just about to be rude. "What is it Madame?" He said in a dry soft tone, pulling a tie off his shoulder. It was royal blue with the signet of the DeFrance family in the middle, no doubt it was one of his fathers old one. He glanced to her reflection and saw she was rather uneasy with approaching the Prince.
She was uneasy about the whole thing. She had the right to be, but she was trying her hardest not to get killed. "My liege, reports are coming in from the Dauphine system. It seems the Council and their Maquis allies have attacked another patrol."
"Grave news indeed." He said, turning his attention back to the tie. He dropped the royal blue one and proceeded to pull off a lime green tie from his shoulder, instantly tossing it to the side. None of these ties matched his royal white suit he was wearing, and it was slowly starting to annoy him even more.
"The Commandant of the Forces there are waiting for your word to strike at the heart of the Council fleet." "He's capable of figuring that out himself."
She hesitated that wasn't something he would have normally say. He made note of her hesitation in the reflection but really didn't care, for once, as he was distracted on finding the right damn tie. He pulled off a yellow and red striped tie and glanced at it before tossing it out of the way. "My liege, he couldn't possibly act without your approval in your own domain. The King would surely have him executed."
"The hell with my father and his approval. Let the man do as he pleases, if he wants to kill the Council, let him." Her eyes opened wide, did he really just say what she thought he said? Either Joseph was in a really good mood, or she was about to be killed.
He sighed heavily and made note that there was only three ties draped over his shoulder, a red and black checkered tie, a pure black tie, and a pure white tie. He held up the red and black one and gave a sigh that sounded like he was more or less disgusted, and annoyed. He dropped that tie and grabbed the black one holding it up in the exact same manner as all the other ones.
"My liege, if I may. That tie looks great."
He glanced over at her reflection and raised an eyebrow. First time anyone has told me how to dress. He thought staring at her reflection in the mirror. A small smile appeared on his face as he dropped the pure white tie to the ground and began to put the black tie on. He slid his hands into his slack pockets and turned around, walking towards the woman that had entered. He stopped in front of her smirking, removing his right hand from his pocket and brushing a lock of hair off of her right cheek, "You're dismissed."
The odd kindness made her blush, and she lowered her head the moment his hand touched her cheek and moved the lock of hair out of the way, she bowed, turning quickly and leaving without saying any other word.
"Shall I kill her, my lord?" Another soft, yet stern, voice was heard as a Royal Guard member stepped out from her hiding place and stepped next to Joseph, glancing out towards where the servant girl had left. Joseph smiled a bit at the thought, "Non. She could be useful, with the right persuasion."
"She seemed nervous around you." "Aren't you?" He smirked and looked over towards her.