The man drew his weapon fiercely and pointed it at the king. It only took a few seconds for the man to realize who he was pointing a weapon at. He re-holstered the weapon. “I don’t think this was the way you wanted to come out to your father, John.”
The man, John, scrambled out of the bed, and swiftly buttoned up his shirt, “Sly that was not funny.”
The king agreed, “I want that man executed,” He bellowed again, “Guards arrest that man, he was, defiling the prince.”
Sly smiled, he slithered off the bed. He was not concerned about what the king just ordered. The king turned shouting to the door. “Guards! Arrest that man!” He pointed his finger at Sly.
Sly grabbed for his weapon to point it at the King. His reflexes were slowed by the wine he had drank earlier. Or the guards were faster than he expected. Being grabbed from behind, Sly's face slammed into the floor and a knee crammed into his back, he sputtered, “You Majesty, I love your son.”
“Those words will have your death.” Sly heard growl above his head. He was yanked off the floor, blood oozed from a cut along his forehead. The king looked at him for a moment, and then turned to his now crying son.
Sly watched as he was drug from the room, and he heard. “Father, don’t! I won’t marry that girl you have for me, if you set him free I will. But I will never do that if you kill Sly. He is my life.”
Sly did not hear what was said next, because he saw an opportunity to escape. The guard had tripped on something and lost his grip on Sly’s arm. Sly broke the guards grasp easily. He turned and punched the guard on his opposite side. Dashing toward the king he ran past the man and jump onto the balcony that he knew was just outside some double French doors.
Sly then turned shouting over the shoulder, “I will ruin your kingdom, I promise you that, then the need for my lover to marry and get you an heir will never be an issue!” Sly jumped down then ran. He escaped the palace with his promise firmly pressed onto his lips.