Forced Inheritance (Lord Dakol and Chaos)

[Lord Dakol]

Four years have gone by since the shit hit the fan. Malacai was sixteen when his father exiled him to the Outlands. His family was the most powerful people in the kingdom, capable of taking what they wanted and without hesitation. However, Malacai's potential scared his father, noticing that his behavior was too erratic and dangerous. And he forced him to leave. Until now.

On the birthday of Malacai's younger sister, the 19-year-old Prince walked up the path were a drawbridge and a pair of guards were located. His ruffled, black hair fluttered in the wind as he stared at the guards with eyes of silver. Before they could say a word, Malacai unsheathed the silver curved dagger at his hip and killed them, slicing their throats and leaving them as they crumpled to the ground.

The rest of the walk was decidedly boring until he arrived at the doors to the throne room, where he kicked open the wooden double doors to reveal his father and sister, who had apparently... grown and gotten older while he was away. At his sister's side was a young man. A noble, from the looks of it.

"Hello, father..." he growled, his eyes brimming with hate and malice as he slowly walked towards them, ignoring the alarmed looks from the guards that readied their weapons.​

 

[OopsieDaisy]

It was the day of Isabella's Sixteenth birthday, her father had invited a suitor that he would like her to consider, a prince from another country she had yet to meet, he was a tall boy with curly red hair, not much body mass. Quite the stick. Although he seemed to have the ego of four, her father was sitting, trying to concoct some sort of date for them, Isabella, almost feeling like she was saved by the bell heard some kind of commotion, the door of the throne room slamming open. Her father shot up from his throne in astonishment, then a flaring anger on her ridged face. Isabella turned, going as white as a sheet, "M-Malacai!" She let out involuntarily, it was her banished older brother; what was he doing here? The cold look in his eyes seethed with passions for revenge, he waved a hand at his guards, approaching his song looking him up and down.

"Well, what are you doing here? Did I kick you out long ago?" he spat at him practically, "You couldn't have changed, all you've ever brought in your midst was trouble." He was a bit out of shape, considering the years had flown by, wrinkles adoring his features, he was getting to be an older man. His sister, however, had blossomed into a fine young lady, she was tall and slender with a curvy, delicate frame. Deep indigo eyes stared at him, "And on the day of your own dear sisters birthday, and possible engagement." Isabella approached her father and brother, hesitantly, her supposed 'fiance' as her father emplied tried to hold her back. Everyone knew of the banished prince. She stopped her advances, giving a worried look at the both of them.

 

[Lord Dakol]

Malacai looked at his father with calm, neutral eyes, brandishing the weapon in his hand by slowly twirling it. "It's been three years, father. Long ago, you told me that when I turn 19, I am to inherit your kingdom," he said, smirking. "And since you declined to say anything to the contrary when I left, I believe that makes me entitled to your word."

The young prince looked at Isabella, "Hello, Isa. You have, mm . . . grown," he replied, his eyes unabashedly taking in the curves that was accented by her lovely dress. Unfortunately, she was Malacai's sister, and he did have some sort of morals.