Give Me Your Riches: Chapter One - Preface

Roland's sweat was cool against his brow as he worked, slapping mortar against stone. His breath fogged the chill night air as he exerted himself, lifting each heavy stone to barricade the broken gate. He worked silently. The stars above were his only light in the rustling din of the Royal Gardens. No one could see him. No one could hear him. Kings have no need to skulk, but King Roland II was no ordinary king.

"No one can use this again. It's too dangerous. I have to protect them, just as I did before," Roland thought as he lost himself in his work. His thoughts paused briefly, allowing space for his conscience to offer opposition. Roland shushed it internally, banished it back to the recesses of his mind as he repeated his silent mantra in his mind: "I am a good king...I am a good king...I am a good king…"

Throughout the night, the slap schhhhhuck of spreading mortar continued in a dull rhythm, accented by the soft pound of stone stacking atop stone. His job finished as dawn began to lighten the sky. Roland left the site, skirting the shadows as he tried to enter the palace without notice. He had taken too long. The darkness of night was too-quickly retreating and the kitchens were roaring to life. He would have excuses to make to Miranda for the sweat dried on his brow and grit buried into his nails, but that didn't matter. It was done. He had done what he should have done years ago. Now, they would be safe.

"I am a good king…"

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A/N: I do not own Sofia the First or any of its properties. Story rated M to fully explore all avenues without reservations. I will not preface language or darker themes. I will, however, leave a note at the BOTTOM of the chapter (so as to not spoil anything) should something sexual be in store. If that's something you're trying to avoid, scroll down and check the A/N before reading a chapter.

Revised: 6/29/17