Lilith's Curse

The Kingdom Atazar

The Kingdom Atazar.

Atazar; Northwest Kingdom

Eaghton Castle; Throne Room 3:23PM

"Please my lord we beg!"

"We have only so many resources left, we must accept the trade offer!"

"Our children will starve!"

The castle filled with begging citizens filled Amatheon's ears as he sat on what used to be your throne. The large authentic gold structure fitted with its royal silk red cushioning glistened under the glistening pale white chandelier that hung from above the carefully ceiling painted portrait of 'The Renaissance'.

Amatheon groaned as he glanced over to Zohar who stood straight with his hands folded behind his back, he kept his stern unreadable face clearly not fazed by the commotion happening in front of him. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Amatheon rose from the throne and cleared his throat, "Attention!" he announced, causing the begging and pleading to quiet down. With all eyes on him Amatheon glazed around the crowd, his clean tan skin and dirty blonde nape length hair combed back fitted well with his soft shaped jade-colored eyes that gave him an elven like appearance, combined with his diamond shaped face complimented his thin natural pink lips, a basic baby face he had, no facial hair.

Taking a breath he spoke, "I understand all of your concerns, and I hear them. However please don't let it flee your mind that Mistress Lilith appointed me in charge after her sacrifice. She placed her faith in me so please do the same as she trusts I will make the right decisions." The crowd mumbled amongst themselves until one citizen spoke up, "Then why turn down the trade offer from the village from the east my lord?" a masculine voice asked to which others mumbled in agreement, Amatheon sighed internally.

Earlier today the village from the east sent a letter to Amatheon that was originally addressed to you; however, they had not known of your sacrifice yet. From within the letter the chief of the village wagered a trade offer, for they would send over their naturally grown resources in return for magical technology. Amatheon knew it was a great offer as he was running low on resources, after your sacrifice the farms and plant life have been hard to manage without your magic constantly supplying them with their needs. The people went lazy as they relied on you to supply them, in which you did. Reluctantly. But he wanted to do things his way. So, he rejected the offer believing there was another option.

"General Zohar! What do you suggest?" A female citizen asked, Zohar didn't spare her a glance nor an answer as it was not in his authority to give an opinion unless given permission to, just as you did. While he had a handful of ideas, they were all pushed over by his main one; Accept the trade or face war. Is this what you meant? Will this small action lead to war or will it gradually grow the more Amatheon turns down highly potential and valuable needs? Zohar questioned himself but remained in his stiff posture. Amatheon groaned "Trust this will be dealt with accordingly. I will find another way to save our resources until then I'd advise everyone to keep an eye on the plant life around and within the kingdom, do be mindful of the border and do not cross it. Dismissed." He waved off the large crowd and the guards opened the large double doors, the citizens walked out fuming with anger and worry to which Amatheon cared little about."

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In his newly renovated room deep within the castle, Amatheon paced around his room. His feet tracked the same pattern of movement from left to right and to his window where he glanced out to his kingdom, "Lilith. What are you doing." He sighed, rubbing his hands down his face in a way to rub away the stress building up in him "I wonder which realm you're in right now..." He whispered, continuing to look out the window.