The Grey Throne
Kareem Rahman
CHAPTER 1
Upon the throne of langhar the great king reminisced on past glories that had brought his rule to pass. To those closest to him, he was a man who toiled from humble beginnings to the height of power. To the many aristocrats of court, he was an unfortunate evil, a commoner who defiled the seat which rightfully belonged to them and their legitemete sons.
Seated alone in his throne room, surrounded by nothing but crude statues of past rulers and the painted glass windows which told their stories, he pondered his purpose. He was a man who forged his own destiny, not allowing the opinions of others to sway him. He thought this had brought him much success. But now, with the weight of rule, and the murmurs of court pointed towards him, he began to wonder whether the path was set for him. If it wasn’t, he had made a dreadful mistake.
“M’King, the lords from the midlands wish an audience,” the kings dignitary entered the hall with a dozen men behind him.
“Send them to me,” the king replied with boredom.
Across the extended hall that led to the throne, the a group of nobles bedecked in Armour draped by colorful banners made their way towards him.
“I’m afraid I bring bad news, my king” Han, a war rider, well known in both the highlands and midlands, spoke.
Suspicous of his tone, the king leaned forwards, squeezing the arms of his throne.
“What troubles you, lord Han?”
“Its not just me, my king but all of us. Lord Twan,Oril, Periclus, and Arian. We all suffer from this rot, it has hounded us for years and brought nothing but disdain and dishonor to us.”
“Out with it Han, what has troubled you so. Has another of your wives fleed you for want of a well-tempered husband. Or has Twan failed to satisfy his, the many exaggerated boasts he makes surely couldn’t have filled that void. And what about Arian, your black heart could have brung about all manner of rot and trouble.”
The kings eyes swung to the sword that sat to the right of his throne. Through years of wars and subterfuge, he had learned to expect this day and he knew how best to act.”
“You,” said Han with digust.
The nobles chuckled. From under their banner-ed , they revealed crossbows and daggers. The weapons of choice for regicide.
“You really thought we’d allow a commoner to stain our birthright”
“Yes, I did,” the King stood slowly, a violent smirk written across his face.
“And now, I intend to stain the walls with your entrails.”
CHAPTER 2 - COMING SOON
