As he walked up to the emperor's corpse, blood was dripping from his sword, leaving a trail of blood on the floor behind him. The throne room was filled with the bodies of fallen soldiers on both sides of the conflict. The King's lifeless body lay on the ground before his feet. Had he made better decisions in life he wouldnt have been lying here dead.
He slowly and coldly removed the crown from the king's head, his hair slowly letting go of it and falling back in place, as if the king had never worn it. The crown was no longer fit for a king, only for him, as he placed it on his own head., a decision made in blood and sacrifice. As the royal empress saw this display of power before her, fear crept into her eyes. 'You're a monster'.
Covered in blood and a heavy weight in his heart, he had finally taken back his rightful place on that throne. It was not the destiny he had wanted but the one he had earned through blood, sacrifice and pain.
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Historical FictionAn orphanage set up only to sell young poor children as workers for the rich nobles. Something as inhumane as this is still a normal practise inside the Exima Empire. Caelan, a young 16 year old boy is one of the children in these oprhanages. Unlike...
