Headless lead him downstairs. There was a foul smell welcoming them as he made it to where Headless was taking him. Headless pushed the door open.
Roderick saw torture devices like The Rack, Judas Cradle, Wheel and Knee Splitter.
“So this is where they beheaded you?” Roderick turned towards Headless to ask him.
Headless swung a sword towards him. Roderick ducked and managed to keep his head on his shoulder. There was another swing of the sword. This time it almost hit him.
“What’s wrong with you?” Roderick roared as he caught another sword and blocked the blow.
You can’t out-power me, you brainless scum. Roderick slashed his body but stopped himself from killing him.
Headless collapsed on the floor.
“So you want my head now, huh?” Roderick asked and saw Headless nod.
Roderick locked him in the gallows and headed towards King’s chamber. He got past guards with ease due to the signed letter by Lord Commander.
He watched the King struggling to sleep.
“Doctor?” King asked.
“Yes. I am one of them.”
“Your man left your medicines box here. I expected you to come.”
“I did not come for it, my lord.” Roderick answered.
“So why are you here?”
“Let me see your wounds, my lord.”
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Roderick returned to the gallows and held the sword again.
“Let’s make use of this place. You will not even be able to make any noise.” He put the blade deep in his thigh and pulled it down.
Headless wriggled in pain.
“Wait, you have another gift coming.” Roderick said and made the wound on Headless’ chest longer.
“Now, time for the last gift.” Roderick said and threw King’s head on his chest from the box.
Confused, Headless looked up at him.
“You wanted your head. But now I am looking to give you this kingdom. All you need to do is put it on your shoulder.” Roderick said after realizing he had replicated wounds perfectly on Headless’ body.
Roderick watched Headless thinking for a long time. The more time he took, more scared he got.
What if he says no? I don’t want to die! He was in constant fear.
Headless clutched the head and stared at King’s dead face.
HE IS UGLY, he signed.
Roderick placed the head on his shoulder. King’s head opened its eyes and began to speak, “I choose the Kingdom and this ugly face.”
“Good. Now I can sleep in peace.” Roderick said, “All you need to do is to hide your flogged back.”
“Wait. Where’s the King’s body?” Headless asked.
“In his bed chamber.” Roderick said and walked out of the door.
“What will I do with the King’s body? How will I hide it and where will I hide it?”
“Do whatever you want. You are a king, after all.”
Roderick then searched for a peaceful place to sleep in the castle full of noise. He was sure somebody had discovered Kingsguard‘s body. Or perhaps his imposter doctors had scared the servants.
After a short search, he got near the dungeon.
Some guards were sitting there. Roderick cleaved the guards by his sword he had brought from gallows and broke the lock with a single punch. He got in and lay on the cold floor.
He saw a head inside a jar yelling at him. Roderick showed his middle finger to the head and closed his eyes for a sleep.
