A lady in Cerulean

Chapter 1

Richmond

  "My lord!" I'm jolted up to meet Grym's solemn face.

  "A good morning to you too, Grym," I yawn," what time is it?"

" It is time to meet your father in the throne room!my lord." Shit.

I rush past him, leaving the room and into the receding hallway,"How angry is he?"

" Very, he doesn't like your late night reads my lord,"

   "Oh, would he rather I be a drunk, or birth him several bastards?"I counter as we make our way to my quarters.

    "He wouldn't mind if you at least left the castle walls once in a while…go on, hunts, court a few ladies -" 

    "Grym, I don't have time for such luxuries,"

     "Pardon me, my lord, but you're the crown prince of Kristengard, the leading nation in the Quartet,"

     "Yes, Grym, you and everyone in this kingdom has made it clear that such a title means I can get away with being illiterate. I am not my father, I would rather I know the history of this realm in and out,"

     " And you're sure you'll get all this information by reading texts transcribed by long dead scribes."

     " What will you have me do,Travel the quartet as a rogue…" he sighs before opening the darkwood door leading to my room. 

    The drapes shadow the light from the room, although a few rays escape in hitting the mirror as others hit the messy bed. That's strange, I've hardly slept in my bed for several moons.

    The sheets suddenly hiss before revealing a frail silhouette.

    " My Lord," her voice chimes.Grym is quick to react, unsheathing his blade, earning him a scream before she tries to flee, only to be cornered by Grym.

    "Now, who in the titan are you? "

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    The king is slumped in his ivory seat,tapping away at its rest when I enter,

    "You're late, boy,"

 " Why the titan is an illiterate whore doing in my bed Chambers, father!"

    "She's a guest and she shall be treated with respect," 

     "I see you finally want me to sire you a bastard.Is that it, now the whole castle has a new gossip as if your other scandals were not enough to this family name-"

     "Watch your tongue boy! I am your king and I shan't be disrespected by a prince who can't even bed a woman.Now sit down before I repeat my self thrice," he growls, typical, he always flays his title once he feels cornered.Vyden Krist,ruler of Kristengard and the eye, mistbreaker and my asshole of a father.

      I mock a bow before accompanying him at my ivory seat left of his, though less grande, is enough a sign of my title, Richmond Krist, crown prince of Kristengard,legitimate son to this bastard bless my mother's soul.

     At a lift of his hand the room's doors open revealing an audience of advisors and wealthy Lords and ladies here to state their usual rants about the minor inconveniences in their lives.

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     "My king the number of wildlanders is getting too out of hand," argues one of the chief scribes "this new relocation of the nkrian mines has made the miners too vulnerable to attacks.I suggest more support in terms of guards."he adds to which my father pays no mind.

    "My king?" I turn to his calm features before I hear his soft, slow breaths.

    "He's a deep sleeper. it's useless trying to wake him up," I counter," What of the old mines?" 

     "We were told to shut them down since they were growing unstable, and the nkri ore surplus was almost exhaust,"

   " Oh, we shall send in a few soldiers to protect the miners next."

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