MORSSORSTERRA, The Birth Of The Savior

09| IMMINENT UPROAR

City of Balhorose – the capital of Morssorsterra kingdom. Sovereign of Anax Cassius Sors. Winter solstice.

MAGNUS IRONBORN – A WAILON was seated on one of the wooden chairs perched into the enormous and fancy long wooden table situated in the middle of the throne room in white tower palace in Balhorose

While the court officials and all Anax Cassius trusted dignitaries’ squabble about the imminent uproar that had befallen Morssorsterra, he’d only sat and watched. 

The current Anax chose not to go along with the Wailons whilst he rules. He’d cast them aside like a pile of junk after they’d put him on the throne. He’d taken away all of their obligatory powers bestowed to them by the previous sovereigns and rendered them redundant. He’s scared that one of them might have the tendency to rebel. What a sissy.

Why’d anyone of them rebel anyway? Alfred has always been a ravenous and reckless Neogapulla. Despite that, they’d never expected him to rebel. In addition, he’s from the bloodline of the Terra royal family but none of the remainder of them are from the bloodline of any of the three antiquated royal families in Morssorsterra–which are the Mors, Sors and Terra bloodline.

So, he sees no reason why the present Anax ought to be so scared of them. If anything, they are his strength and a foremost guide to his rule.

Anax Cassius seemingly invites two amongst the five Wailons to these meeting, sometimes only one of them but only out of formality. Even when they’d attended these meetings, no one asked for their opinions concerning any matter. They just sit and watch like lifeless portraits.

They have lived through the era of four monarchs in Morssorsterra–for thousands of years. They have aided and advised all four rulers through thick and thin, and none of them had ever doubted them. Everyone views them as the sovereign’s custodians and elders.

“Why?!” Lord Civoi, an official yelled agitatedly. “Because you think Morssorsterra a weakling kingdom?” he snapped.

Lord Carlos scoffs. “How knowledgeable do you think you are, Lord Civoi, to suggest that our kingdom embark on a war with two important kingdoms and amidst this delicate condition?” his contemptuous tone far too insulting.

“How ironical!” Lord Civoi hissed. “To think a twat like you dared question my intelligence?”

But before Lord Carlos could give him a befitting response, Sire Heron interrupted. “As much as i enjoy the sight of you two bicker, your controversies are of no consequence to us right now,” he rebuked. “We have pressing matters to elucidate.”

“Shut up!” both the lords shouted, pointing at Sire Heron, their faces flushed with anger.

“How dare a lower official like you interrupt me?” Lord Civoi continued shouting.

The court officials are now irritated with Lord Civoi’s aggressive behavior as the throne room erupted into chaos. Some were against Sire Heron while others Lord Civoi.

“Silence!” Anax Cassius deep voice rumbled, resounding through the room and the officials reluctantly quieted. “Lord Carlos, let’s all hear what you’ve to say.”

Lord Carlos rose from his seat, his eyes filled with accusations. “Your Majesty we need an imminent plan as our time is limited yet our crowned Axon–the subsequent ruler of this kingdom is yet to present himself in the midst of such pressing situation,” his features contorted into ire.