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King of Griffindale Chapter 1 - A Greiving Queen
Queen Regina of Griffindale sat in her room, staring out of the large window several floors above the ground. It was a luxurious and spacious room filled with all the extravagant things a woman in her early forties would want. As a Queen, she did not believe in modesty, considering it dishonest to live like that, so she got everything she wanted until she got tired of chasing after endless desires. She stared out of the window, admiring the star-filled night sky and the brilliant full moon.The cool night breeze was refreshing, except for the fact that it nearly blew out the candles that illuminated her room. Besides the breeze, she enjoyed the sounds of the crickets in the nearby bushes and the howling of wolves in the wild forests just beyond the city's gates. The night was still young, and it was beautiful. However, it was not blissful enough to loosen the knot in her stomach permanently. She would never unwind, no matter how many pleasures she experienced. Although she was having a
King of Griffindale Chapter 2 - The King's Bastard
“But you would have to come up with a plan for what to do with the bastard son,” Tarquin said to Queen Regina. “I don't think that boy is going to just stand by and watch you use the throne however you like.”“You are right,” the Queen said as she thought about it. “The young boy will be 21 years old in less than two years, and when he reaches that age, according to customs, he will be old enough to ascend to the throne if he wishes to. And I don't see any reason why he would decline the offer.”“Yes, your Majesty,” Tarquin replied, “he would have the right to demand the throne from you if he wishes to, and you would be bound by law to oblige. He would have no reason to refuse to rule as king, as it seems that is what he aspires to be. It might have been a different case if you had a male child of your own, but so far, you haven't had any.”The Queen smiled after he said this, looking down at her somewhat flat tummy before proceeding to ask him a question.“Tarquin,” she called him, an
King of Griffindale Chapter 3 - King Theodore's Death
The next day was one of mourning and silence in Griffindale, as it was announced that the King had died the previous night, giving in to his fever. As the customs demanded, everyone in the kingdom mourned for him from that morning until the next daybreak. It was a sudden edict, and a warning bell was rung to make sure everyone's attention was drawn to it, as violators of the rules stated in the edict would be highly prosecuted. On that day, all the restaurants and shops were closed, and everyone observed the mourn for the late King. All the bustling streets were now quiet, and barely any sounds could he heard from any of the businesses as they were all shut down. Back in the Palace, the body specialists in charge of taking care of the King's dead body had embalmed it so that it wouldn't rot and stink before the day of cremation. As the custom demanded, every member of the royal family was expected to come pay their respects by dropping flowers on his deathbed and taking a bow. Q
King of Griffindale Chapter 4 - Trances & Glimpses
It was time to cremate the body of the late king, as the customs demanded. His body was set on a platform covered in straw and light splinters of wood. And by contact from a fiery torch, the whole structure was set ablaze with the King's body in the middle of it. Cyrus and his mother watched, along with everyone else present, with pain in their hearts as the King's body began eviscerating. The event was held at the main town square within the walls of the capital city. It was the largest open area available, able to host several standing attendees who wanted to witness the king's cremation. All of them held lanterns and candles, singing a sad dirge in unison as they watched their king's body burn away. Cyrus watched everything, and though it sickened him to see it, he forced himself to do so, with his mother standing right behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Somehow, from watching his father's body get reduced to ashes, an unlikely memory came to his mind. But unlike all
King of Griffindale Chapter 5 - My Cousin Is the Prince?
Earlier on that same day, Somewhere not too far from the capital city... Felix, a young boy living on the outskirts of the Highlands of Griffindale, in a region that was not considered part of the Kingdom, sat outside his house with both hands joined together as he stared at the skies. His eyes were red, and huge bags could be spotted beneath each of them even under the dim light of the moon. He was in a small village about a day's distance on horseback from the capital city of Griffindale, with a large forest acting as a natural demarcation between the jurisdiction of the Kingdom [of which it was not a part] and the other territories. That was where Felix lived as a young boy, surviving with his mother, who was now terribly sick, giving the impression that it would not be long before she kicks the bucket. She was barely in her early forties, so she was not dying of old age. He wondered what sort of sickness had taken hold of his mother, drastically reducing her from an actively
King of Griffindale Chapter 6 - A Queen's Proposal
The young boy took a deep breath, knowing that there was no way he could say “no” to his mother's dying wish. “Yes, mother” he said to her. “I promise.” “Thank you, my son,” she said to him with a smile. “If not for the blood on my lips, I would have kissed you.” “You never stop saying weird things, do you, Mother?” asked Felix, and she laughed briefly, but it triggered a slight cough, one that almost made him regret saying that to her. Then she rested her back completely on the mat, with her eyes on the ceiling. “Though I may have instructed you to endeavor to meet them, I have a very strong feeling that they would meet you instead,” she said to him. “There hasn't been any attempt to visit us in over 15 years, Mother,” Felix said. “It's highly unlikely now.” “Stop being so pessimistic,” she said to him. “Says the old lady who wanted to kick the bucket not long ago,” he teased her with a slight chuckle. “Who are you calling old? I'm still in my forties, you know?” she said to h
King of Griffindale Chapter 7 - The Thorn In Your Flesh
The queen had wondered what the reason was behind Tarquin bringing these men to her study room. But since he had assured her that it was going to be to her benefit, she had chosen to listen. The man in the middle was the one doing the talking, while the other two behind him [Sir Kendrick and Sir Kingsley] remained silent. “Before we go any further, we would like to know for sure: Do you intend to be the Crowned Queen and paramount ruler of Griffindale in place of your husband?” asked Sir Nickson. “Yes, Sir Nickson,” she said to him, “I do intend to rule as the supreme Crowned Queen.” “Good,” the elder said. “This would make the conversation a lot shorter. Long story short, we have a proposal for you.” “A proposal?” she asked, already trying to hypothesize what the endgame was. “Yes, your Majesty,” Sir Nickson replied to her. “In case you haven't noticed, I and these others also wish for you to be crowned queen as well. Not only that, but we also wish f
King of Griffindale Chapter 8 - A Prince's Resolve
The next day, early in the morning, just after daybreak, Cyrus had summoned one of the best knights of the King's Diamond to have a few sparring sessions with him, who thankfully, heeded the call. This was not the first time the prince had called the knight abruptly to spar with him, as there had been several times when this had happened. There was even once when he was called to spar at an odd hour of the night, and they sparred until daybreak the next day. Of course, that was back when his father, the King, was alive, as he would not dream of doing that now. Back then, the Queen wanted to take action against them for causing a slight commotion in the King's residence. But as expected, King Theodore did not approve of it, but instead celebrated his son's passion for the sword and later even thanked the Elite Knight for always agreeing to come help his son train. Cyrus wanted the Knight to spar with him all night, as they had done before, but chose instead to follo
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