Victor [[yes?]] nodded and led the way out of the room to where the city knights were holding the man in question. The King watched the almost feral look in this other man's eyes. Odd, dark brown eyes that contradicted his lighter blonde hair. He regarded this man with interesting, watching as the male struggled against the bonds the knights had put on him. Tilting his head, he let one hand scratch the stubble growing on his chin before he turned to one of the knights.
"Tell me, has he surrendered any and all weapons to you?" the King asked the knight he was staring at. The knight nodded and showed his king the two daggers Ayk had surrendered. "Has he resisted his arrest?" The knight shook his head and the King scowled. "Release him then."
Ayk watched with suspicious as the King told the knights to release him. This was the first time the thief was meeting the King of his country. As soon as he felt the leather that was squeezing the life out of his wrists come off, he brought them up to his chest and rubbed them. Getting the blood pumping again. He eyed the knights before turning his attention back on the King. Awkwardly, he gave this older man a slight bow.
"Majesty," Ayk said roughly. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw one of the knights raise one hand to cuff him over the head, but the King raised his hand to stop the knight.
"No need. 'Tis only the way he speaks. Now sir, can you be so kind as to give me your name? I am Victor Lockart. Your King," the older male said.
Ayk straightened out his back and shifted his weight so most of it was on his left leg. "Aykinthrein Fleetfoot, yer Majesty," the male said.
"Your name is a bit of a mouthful. Do you have a nickname?" the King asked.
"Ayk."
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