By the next day, Mordor city was buzzing.Last night's events had become the only topic of conversation, spreading from taverns to bakeries, from marketplaces to alley corners.Those who had been at the barricades retold the story with wild gestures, describing the fiery arrows signals, the shouts of officers, the grim march of the knights. Each retelling grew taller than the last—some swore they had seen Axon's corpse with their own eyes, others claimed the officers had unleashed forbidden magic that blinded Crimson shield before cutting them down.And those who had slept through it listened with wide eyes, clutching at every word."So it's true? Axon is dead?""Dead. Him and Tyler both. They say their bodies were carried out, chained and covered.""Gods above… I never thought I'd live to see it."As people spoke, they noticed something unusual: the officers were still patrolling.Lines of black combact uniforms marched down the cobblestone streets in pairs and trios, batons at thei

The grand banquet hall of King Alfred's castle was ablaze with light and laughter, the air thick with the scent of roasting meats and freshly baked bread.The king had spared no expense in throwing a lavish party to celebrate Prince Arthur's recent triumphs in the Mordor earldom. The cream of society was in attendance, with nobles, earls, and dignitaries from far and wide gathered to pay homage to the young prince.Claire Wilson, resplendent in a gown of shimmering silver, stood with her family, exchanging warm smiles with the king and queen. They had been invited to the party as special guests, and Claire couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as she mingled with the assembled nobility.The room was filled with the murmur of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. Servants in crisp livery moved around, offering trays of fine wines and delectable hors d'oeuvres.As the evening wore on, the trumpets sounded, and the herald announced the ar

Queen Jasmine's anxiety was palpable as she paced around her chambers, her silk dress rustling with each step. She hadn't heard from the assassins she had hired to take out Prince Arthur, and the silence was driving her mad.Seated on a plush couch were her two sons, Prince Frederick and Prince Daniel, looking smug and unconcerned. "Mother, stop pacing," Frederick said, his voice laced with indifference. "I'm sure they're fine. You'll hear from them soon enough."Daniel chimed in, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Yes, Mother. Calm down. That bastard son is probably dead already. Can't wait to see his corpse."But Queen Jasmine couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. She had a knot in her stomach, a sense of foreboding that refused to go away.Just then, her servant maid, Dehlia, slipped into the room, her eyes downcast. "Your Majesty, Prince Arthur had just returned safely from his trip."Hiss!The room fell silent, the only sound the soft gasp of the queen's breath

Prince Arthur stared at everyone inside his father's Chambers.His father, Erics and Derrick.He too was trying his best to take in all that he had heard from the mouth of his viper of a stepmother, Queen Jasmine, outside her bed chambers.He knew this revelation was shocking and at the same time tough to bear, but he knew he had to be strong for everyone around him."Father..." he said, his voice a little bit lower than usual."Yes, son." King Alfred replied."I know this is hard for all of us to bear, especially Erics and Derrick. But I want to assure you all that everything would be alright.Queen Jasmine has in the long run proven to be a wolf in sheep clothing but that doesn't mean we are scared of her. We must never, I repeat we must never allow her have the last laugh at all. We have to show her our tough side also."The room was heavy with tension as Prince Arthur's words hung in the air. King Alfred's expression was unreadable, but his eyes betrayed a hint of concern."Fathe

It has been a week since the incident at prime minister Windspark manor. Everyone in the castle had resumed their normal activities, but in secret things were not as it was before. This weekend, Jacob Wilson would be made the Earl of Ashwood, and coincidentally Ashwood earldom was under Prescott which was the dukedom ruled by Prince Derrick. Surprisingly, three days before the D-day, King Alfred released an important news. The news said that: By the decree of the king, alongside the coronation of the duke of Ashwood earldom, the new heir to the throne would be coronated. Almost immediately, everyone began sending in goodwill messages to Prince Erics, wishing him a successful coronation as he was the crown prince. Gifts ranging from the highest officials in the kingdom to the lowest pauper flowed into the castle's ground. But while this was going on, only the true masterminds knew who was going to be coronated.The anticipation was killing everyone, and the castle was buzzing wi