"The hypocrisy of this kingdom is right in-front of us. Our move depends on them my fellow servants. We can't be our own person because we don't even own ourselves, we are theirs, mere properties, toys, and pawns. But despite of all of this truth, why do we still choose to fight for them?"
___________________________"Hypocrisy?" asked the Royal Mage while caressing her orange cat.
"Who dare vandalise on the late king's portrait?" She asked once again but with more authority on her tone, demanding an immediate answer.
The painting of the king was somehow ruined by the words that enlightens the mind of those who were pushed to the abyss. Dear reader, is the vandal in the wrong here? The poor painter risked his life for this piece and he will be once again half buried on an open grave.
"Call the Master of Arts" the Royal Mage commanded with a calm voice, "prepare a cell for him"
The Knights of the Palace gathered on the main door and kneeled before they walked their way out. Hard impacts of their steel boots were heard until the two Door Bearers closed the giant door.
How far can a rebel fight for their freedom?
"In six days, without a culprit to be pointed at, he will undergo an execution" the Mage whispered, loud enough for the Royal Advisor to hear.
The middle aged man with a cane, who was standing behind a pillar made his self seen, "why the rush?" He asked with a hint of pointing the suspicion on the Mage.
"Milord Damian, aren't you the most suspicious?" The Mage squinted her sharp eyes and complimented it with a sly smirk, "why were you hiding?" She asked while caressing her cat.
"I am not a servant. Blaming me as one is a high offence, remember that my rank is higher than yours" he bursted out a threat with his hands resting at his back, "I am one step closer to the king"
The Mage smiled instead of answering.
She put down her cat and started walking away from the advisor. Calmly swaying her body into the dark and cold hallway of the palace of an absent king.
But just as the advisor was starting to think that he won the argument, the mage stopped and dropped a line.
"You are bound to the king, therefore you are a servant"
Out of spite, the advisor threw his cane towards the Mage. His attempt was a failure though. How will a Mage of high magic fall for a mere cane thrown by a middle aged man?
The thick stick just floated one meter away from the woman. It broke in half and the crunch was heard all over the place. Then it dropped, but just as a thin piece of wood at this point.
"Dear advisor, I advise you to stop making yourself suspicious. Your idiotic behaviour is making me uncomfortable" she said and her beloved cat hissed at the spiteful man.
"How can you walk now without a cane?" The Mage's voice gracefully echoed through his ears, "I'll call the servants for you, I'll tell them to fetch their friend" and she disappeared in the darkness with a piercing smile.
The advisor was left with his heart beating loudly, screaming inside him with anger as its fuel. He was trying so hard to not fall on the ground with his disabled left leg.
He clenched his fists and grinned his yellow teeth, "a mere mage. Just a mere mage. She's just a mere mage" he kept on chanting to himself.
A mere mage capable of killing him without leaving a trace.
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"You must remember, do not speak unless she tells you to. Do not show your talent before she asked you to. This are all simple rules, be sure to follow if you want to still be part of the living" the Chief of Royal Commission announced and passed the duty on his subordinate.
"The Royal Mage wants a new painter. Here are the list of qualifications" the subordinate stopped and rolled up a scroll, "finished at least four years of Mastering of Arts. Of a middle class status. No rebellion history. And a..." he paused in confusion, "a young woman" he unsurely read.
Murmurs among the aspiring Royal Painters were heard. Even the knights started asking each other of what they heard.
A young woman for a Royal Painter? But all of the aspirants were all middle aged men. How can the palace acquire a painter at this point?
Questions grew louder and louder as the Chief was also enveloped with confusion. 'There must be a mistake', their minds spoke the same line.
Among the heights of the men, behind their wide and big shoulders, lurking a woman in her early 20s.
She was casually standing at the end of the line while sharpening her dagger, "that means that I'm qualified" She smilingly said.
Her youthful feminine voice shushed all the men. Their confusion grew even bigger. A woman was never allowed to be a candidate for a Royal Painter. Them why is this young woman standing among them?
Their puzzled eyes turned on her.
A fair smooth skin that shines like a south sea pearl. A clean ironed purple coat dress paired with a knee high black boots. This young woman is sure to be of middle class status.
"I finished 5 years of Mastering of Arts" she proudly told the crowd while the chilling sound of her dagger slicing against a fine-grained stone was being heard.
And thats where she closed the position of the Royal Painter. No one on this open room was as qualified as this young woman. She perfectly fit the list of the mage, as if she was looking particularly for her.
The men disappointedly turned their back on the chief and walked outside with their frowns being thrown on the woman.
"Must have been a stupid mistake" a man blurted out, "your father must have been an aristocrat"
"I don't have a father" she answered with a smile and sheathed her sharp dagger, "neither a mother"
YOU ARE READING
For The Throne
FantasyOne betrayed a lover, one killed a mother, and one burned down a city. But our dear detective has four people on her list. If one is innocent among them, who will it be if all of them are sinners? What are they willing to do for the throne?
