Siege

she'll string you along, she'll sell you a lie (i)

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A melodic voice singing to a deer and its fawn, his back turned to her as he gently sways his lean body. Keres listened to the man's song, his voice honey-sweet and alluring, as he strummed the strings of his guitar and created a serene melody. She stayed for a while before reminding herself of her mission. She took a step back and cursed when she stepped on a twig.

Alarmed, the mother deer and its fawn stood up and ran away. The man paused and followed the retreating shadows of the two. He then sighed and turned around. Keres felt a pull towards the man and she could not, for the life of her, hide. She just stood there, frozen, with her tails in between her legs as she waits for the scene to unfold.

And then she recognized the man.

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Siege has a new cover! Thank you so much, Heynette! She's a freelance graphic artist brimming with talent and is very hardworking! Check her out here: https://www.facebook.com/heynettewrites/ 

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The Odrivell Kingdom, a flourishing continental kingdom, is led by a long-standing royal family. The royal family spearheaded the kingdom's prosperity for hundreds of years. However, it was not the only reason the people revered and worshipped the royal family of Odrivell—it was because of their gifts, passed generation after generation, that kept the kingdom prosperous and their people feeling secure. It was a powerful gift of the God, Xenon, to the first King: soul-taming.

However, unbeknownst to the people, the current holder of the passed-down gift of the royal family... proclaims himself a wandering bard.

The mysterious Crown Prince of the kingdom, a young man raised in etiquette and decorum, can no longer be found in castle walls but in taverns and town plazas. His face is known all over the kingdom, however, how is it that he still cannot be returned back home?

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It was a day of mourning, but the sky could not be any brighter. Inside the tall, magnificent Church, two posh bronze caskets gracefully plated with 14k gold and a blue velvet interior lay resting upfront; inside are the peaceful faces of the late Duke and Duchess. However, despite today being their official funeral, only three of the six Trivith heirs are present to formally bid goodbye to their pillars. The followers of the Triviths in the capital, (which weren't that many), and other respectable families paid a visit and invited themselves to the funeral.

The Pope, clad in his white robe and the Papal crown, stepped forward as he began his speech. "Today, we honor the legacy of the nobles of the North, the honorable Duke Leoric Gregory and Duchess Amelia Trivith..."

The Pope continued on, preaching nothing but praises for them, and almost worshipping their feats. Yet, ironically, when they were still alive, the Church was the first to spread malicious rumors about them. 

Hypocrites, the siblings thought. Nevertheless, they let the ceremony finish without a word.

They quietly received the people's condolences, some sincere and some short of it. It was a formal custom that they were forced to carry, in respect to their Trivith ancestors who cemented their authority in the kingdom and passed those to them. As nobles among the highest of the high in Odrivell, all other nobles are under an unspoken obligation to partake in their affairs—this funeral being one of them. The Triviths, no matter their reputation, are still nobles of the highest degree. They govern the largest region in the kingdom, the North, and that alone is enough to solidify their place in the ranks.