((first posted in the Shop Thread. Moving it here for easy access))
RP setting:
The Kingdom sits in a misty dawn. Just 1 day before, it was announced that the King had died. That was more than enough time for conspiritors to start whispering among themselves what was going to happen to the throne with both of the royal children being too young to rule. Supporters of the King where still devastated and not sure what to do or think just yet.
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This left Calliope and Dmitrius in a sensitive position. Together they sat in Dmitrius' nursery room, amongst many toys and memories of loving father. They knew they would be guardianed under Gustav, who had been like an uncle to them. But what their future held was still uncertain.
Calliope cuddled a still red-eyed prince in her lap. The small boy had not stopped crying all night. Calliope had held back most of her own tears, trying hard to save them for a later time out of Dmitrius' sight. She needed to be strong for him. The boy barely knew of death, and now had to cope with losing their father. Calliope realized that parents were far from immortal the night that Dmitrius came into the world, and their mother left it. She planted a kiss on his forehead.
"Calm your heart, Dmitri. We have to be strong for the kingdom that daddy loved"
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Meanwhile, at the church an ill-eased Aerona paced the grandier worship hall. King Abelard had been a good King, and strong supporter of the church. However, there were too many years of uncertainty to know if his children would be the same. Not to mention the Nomads had been eyeing the throne since they had been uprooted form the city.
"M'lady. The funeral isn't for a couple days yet. No move will be made until then" came a deep sombre voice from the shadows.
Aerona let out a bit of a sigh, then finally gave up herpacing gracefully slide down onto one of the backless seats she often occupied. "Elmdor, do you give me no time alone to sit and think?"
This caused Elmdor to let out a chuckle, "I'd let My Lady be in peaceful solitude only if she were at peace herself!" with slow heavy footsteps he made his way and stood beside her. "Come now. You haven't slept all night. at least try to catch a little sleep before the sun has completely entered the day."
"Very well." She took Elmdor's offered hand and let herself be led off to her bed. She hardly planned on sleeping, but she would at least refrain from any futher pacing.
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Just outside the City walls Malak's tent recieved a messenger with news of the King's death. Malak quickly turned the messenger to spread the news to his generals. He knew that if he told them, then by the time the morning mist had lifted that every nomad would know. It was time... time for him to plan. This was the chance they'd been waiting for a long time.
Grinning ear to ear, he pulled out his maps of the land, along with many notebooks filled with each of his generals and how many troops were beneath them in detailed reports. The only thing he wasn't sure of was the power of the Church and the Royal family... Both had their number of guards. But how many were real knights and how many mere patrol guards?
He sat back in his array of silk pillows thinking through the numbers in his head... Would a war really be the solution? or would there be a cleaner way that wouldn't turn the streets red? He must be entering an old age himself to worry about such things. He laughed to himself. He'd let them have their funeral to honor their King. He'd waiting much of his life to regain the land so a few more days was hardly beyond him. He eased further into the pillows, thinking about what was to come.
