The Entertainer/Down the stairs - Charle CYOA - Second cross-way, going forward
Charle went down the stairs, after two row he walked into what seems to be a resting area with two guards playing cards on a table. One with his feet resting on a nearby seat, sword left to rest next to his seat. The other intently looking at his set of cards. Both weren't wearing armor, but they were nearby of them. The room had three doors, one on each side.
Both of them look at the boy, who greeted them. "Hello! Could you two tell me where i am?" They look at each others. "Who allowed you in, kid?" One ask. "Myself! I'm Prince Charle Mazeen." The two of them looks at each others and laugh out loud. "Huh? What's wrong?" "Nothing it just that...Kids your age shouldn't be permitted out of the castle. Is your Father around?" "No? Why?" "Is someone with you?" The other ask. "No, I'm all alone!" The two of them look at each others.
The guard with his feet on the chair properly sat, and pat the same released chair with a hand. "Here, come sit down for a moment. We can talk." "Sure." The boy did as he was told. "So you say you're Charle's kid?" "Yep!" "And that means you are the current heir of the throne?" "That how it goes!" The two look at them at each other once more. "...Say, you like playing games? You ever played card games?" Charle looks at the current game. "Sure! That's poker, right?" The two of them had a laugh. "Yeah, they sure teach the good stuff to kids these days." The two of them stacked their cards. "You're not finishing your game?" The boy ask. "No, we like playing with more people." "Plus if you got the experience, you can prepare the table for the three of us." The two of them passed the cards to Charle.
"You're okay with that?" One ask. "Um...Sure!" Charle say, not clearly sure of what he was doing. "Kid, we'll be right back. We just need to check on a prisoner before we can play another game. He's quite feisty." "Can i come?" "No, a kid like you shouldn't hear the stuff he says." Charle's ears perked up. "Pleeeeeeeeease?" He ask again. "No, kid. You can't. Stay here and we'll play the game." "Awww..."
The two men left by the left door, leaving little Charle alone. He began to fiddle with the cards, but he wasn't there to play games, right?