Few Days Later.~King Wealene~"If I may, His Greatness."Jaith pulled the curtain of the inner chamber of the King. King Wealene looked to his side in bed, surrounding by a bevy of naked ladies. He sat up, as one of the ladies trailed her hand down his chest, towards his stomach. He ogled her suddenly as she took the warning.As soon as the ladies paved way for him to see Jaithz he found his words,"Do not tell me you've brought a bad news yet again?"Jaith took few steps in and crashed before the king,"Far from it, His Greatness."Wealene pushed further in the bed and sat at the edge,"Bring him in then."Jaith thrusted his face to the floor."I thought so."The king scorned. Jaith looked up,"We have where he lives. He lives in a cave. The third batch of men has been sent, they are there at the moment. Even men worked through the night in cold and terror.""If you have nothing fruit

Same.~Kie~"Where's she?"He stopped walking for a little while, looking around him hurriedly. He knew he didn't have the luxury of that time. He knew the guards were still on him and could catch up with him anytime and any moment."The dungeon."He thought he heard someone say that to him. But it didn't matter. He hurried in the direction of the dungeon. He knew the path by heart even though it was once he had visited it."Mother?"He called as soon as he got to mouth of the pit, staring through the bars of rage beaten by wants, into the cold slightly gloomy pit."Are you there, mother? If you're there let me know please."He went on his knees, throwing his face into the bars to look into the far end of the pit. Then suddenly, he heard a movement in the pit. And soon, the silhouette first, then the frame of his mother came to view."What have they done to you mother. I will have the head of that foolish Wealene.

Few moments Later.~Kie and Mara~"Have you come to your senses yet?"Mara called, leaning on the back window of the hut. She was in the hut, but looking through the window at Kie, who was at the back of the hut trimming the hoofs of Talia, his horse.He allowed the distraction and looked up from the last hoof to his mother's face, poking out independently out of the window as though it had no neck supporting it."Depends on your definition of sense mother."He looked back at the hoof too quickly, hitting the handle of the narrow blade which looked like a modern chisel. Only that twas rustier and hardly plain. But it did cut through the hoof, sliding off the hard keratin.After that push, he took a pause and said to his mother again,"If getting married to that wench is what you call sense, I'd rather be senseless."His mother scoffed,"You call the princess of the land a wench? Do you know what would happen if We

Celebration. Wealene's Palace. Agranah~Royalties~"Bathias, the bard."At the call of Jaith, Bathias the bald bard, kinky, stout, white long drooping beards with stray curls, dressed in a while linen garment which covered his waist, but left a strap up his chest to be connected to another at his back. Leaving his chest and back bare. Stepped into the ring of fire which ought to emphasize what dramatic direction his literary presentation would take. He bowed slightly and started his ritual humming before the words would flow.It's the gathering of the Kings. An occasion that takes place three times a year in Agranah. Mostly centering on the kingdoms yet to pay their taxes, new developments they've learnt from other nations outside the walls of Agranah and its sister kingdoms. Like they had once learnt from a kingdom called Frankia and had built a rampart to take the form of such defense system that had kept the remote kingdom standing.But this tim

Same.~Malisa and Kie~"Of all the days, why today?"Malisa complained, her arms tucked into each other over her fanny. Kie was leaning back on a royal table which was placed in the middle of the princess' chamber. He kept a straight face when he said,"Am I a stain to the royal house? Oops. I forgot, I'm an Ostler who shouldn't be present when other kings are."Malisa shook her head softly, her face wielding an emotional gaze. She swept a sheet of courage and took two steps towards him, standing quite not far from him.She argued, yet delicately,"Of course not. That's not what I mean."She puffed and strayed to an end of the room by the East where there was a big drawer with mirror and traditional makeup kits lined on its deck.She turned to him, her backside pressed against the edge of the deck."I know my father too well. He loves taking an advantage of situations. Especially such situations as this. And you k