The Tower of New London

[Unseelie]

It wasn't a tower, of course. It was barely a prison, really. Just an unassuming apartment complex on a small rise just outside of the old city. One could honestly step outside and see the Bretonia in the distance. A bit less than high class, but not at all pedestrian. One could imagine the Princess Isabella slipping a chaperone, and swiping in at the guard station on the third floor, where one had to change elevators. Guards who were getting a vacation tomorrow.

"I'm getting old, you know. And my job's not gotten easier with experience."
"Why do you always start with your age, Richard? You look twenty years younger than you are, and are the healthiest bastard I've ever met."
*Sigh* "Martial arts and a good diet...and I've never been on Leeds." Windsor said, with a ghost of a smile
"Know your enemy, eh?...Its been a while."

....The two played a simple game of chess, and then a rather more complex game involving ships and soldiers and loyalties. The point being, of course, to rob the bastards.....

"I'll be back." As Windsor pulled on his jacket, an envelope fluttered to the floor.
"I'm always here...hey, ympf." Stuart pulled his mouth close around his words, and Richard Edward Windsor dropped his gaze. Old eyes, a veteran with a thousand yard stare and sorrow twinkling in their corners, an old man who knew exactly why a lad of sixteen years rather than eighteen made the best soldier, who knew the men on the other side of the guns hadn't ever wanted to harm him or his, eyes that gazed right through a man and knew him, that Stuart had seen maybe once or twice before.

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