Gaeistis crown's victoria (Prologue)

tillers song

"one little lamb. flees along the the trees. no more shall he abide.. by the law of the mair he shall fly.. though he woe. he shall never die.. one shall fear his love and abide. no one can hear... no one will ever die on his feet and near..". what are you doing arlo?". said the woman in a black dress as she came up the stairs. arlo continued to murmur his selfmade lullaby while he fidgeted with his doll. "no one shall hear his cries.. no one shall hear him fly... but all shall see his wrath... for he will come down their path...". "ok come here..". the woman said. her voice filled with uncertainty and fear for her childs behavior. she picked him up by the waist and took him down the creeking wooden stairs. arlo stomped and cried repeatedly as he reached out his hand out towards the room he was in before. "no! let me down!". he said. "no let me down!". he said again. "LET ME DOWN YOU WITCH OR I SHALL BURN YOU AND TORTURE YOU!". he said. with panic the woman dropped him head first onto the stairs. sending blood pouring down the wooden stairs and soaking it deep into its fibers. yet arlo did not show any signs of pain or discomfort. without a glance, arlo leaped and jumped into the room like a crazed animal. sneering as he slammed the doors shut. heavy footsteps crept up the stairs as the father came up with his rifle. "i will not stand another day with this devilish child of ours katherine. i won't want to put you into this misery further.". "no! you are not killing him!". katherine said as she tried to pull the rifle out of his hands. yet the grip on his old battered hand held tightly. "KATHERINE!.. i know you hold our son dear.. but the things he has done to them.. to our family.. we cannot hide him for any longer or the guards will get to him and us! and you know the queen has not have a good thought on us!". tears began welling up her swollen and darkened eyes as she tried to push away the nightmarish thought. "beckham...". she spoke softly as she looked down. beckham turned his head to look at her. their eyes met before he spoke. "may god malrou have mercy on him..". beckham looked down for a second before he looked up again. kissing her slight greyed hair before he proceeded to walk up the stairs towards the door. taking a second look towards katherine with regret. he bashed open the door. "DIE MORTAL! I WILL COME BACK WITH THE WHISPERING ARMY AND I WILL TAKE ALL OF YOU TO HELL!". the boy screamed out in a demonic voice before it was cut short by the sound of a bang.

1245 AD (before the events of fields of red.)

"the hunderlands looks grim on the horizon.. trees have grown lush, yet look so dark and ominous. while behind the tree tops lie the mountains of the great havok of the sun.. protector and liberator of grey wood peak. yet i never seem to realise the true worth of such.. the carriage rocked as it bounced over pebless and small rocks. "larose... you look white.. something the matter?". a bald man spoke infront of her. she shook her head in disagree. without a word she put her chin on her hand and looked out of the window. the man chuckeled awkardly before he spoke again. "i'm sorry if i am annoying you by my presence, but truly larose... i am your advisor.. and advisors-". "advisors advise.. and nothing more.. " the girl said with a monotone voice. the man felt disheartened and shut his mouth. looking down at his hands again as the carriage grew quiet again.. "curiousity kills the cat is always foretold.. once by lectures who never end their fantasy's.. philosephor's who always look to deep into every sentence that was written in an old leather book... so much ive been taught.. so much ive been lied.. what was written with ink has been revealed to be nothing more then a simple dream imagined outside of the brain.". she said to herself.. she looked down at the glass of wine next to her and took a sip, as she put it down. she stared into the deep wine colour towards her own eyes. both the liquid and her eyes share the same deep red colour that she wore since she was born. dupped as evil she was.. shunned as demonic she was. "only because of my eyes..". she said. the small door behind the bald man opened before the courier said. "just 45 minutes more until we arrive at hardstone castle.". "good..".larose replied.. the door closed before the carriage returned to silence again. this repeated until they got to hardstone castle. "make way for larose cincilimora!" could be heard outside the carriage as the guards opened the large wooden gate. granting access towards the inside of the castle.
the inside looked grim and compact. small corridors and walkways allowed peasants to traverse from and out of the castle. ally ways littered the castle. "its not the most luxurious of castle's you have seen queen cincilimora.. after all its a citadel..". the guard said as he helped her get of the carriage. "where is norkarl..". she said with a demanding tone. her red eyes and her black dress adorned with silver chains and jewerly and high heels gave her a ominous look, as if she was madame blackrock herself. "this way queen cincilimora..". the guard obediently said as he pointed her the way. larose side eyed him out of disgust and walked towards the big gate.. her two accomplishes followed closely behind her. one having a rough white hair with blackened tips and a suit while the other had a singular glass and a black suit adorned with white gloves. as she walked with confidence and style towards the entrance she could hear people faintly speak of her appearance. "look.. it is the deserter of conric..". "the daughter of azzeltoph has arrived.." one other whispered in the other's ear, but did it matter to her? you would be lucky if it did, to her. only power and her army mattered to her, to her the world was meant to be hers. as they stepped closer to the giant door with a heartsbane carved in it, she glanced at the guards. without a thought, the guards looked down and opened the door wide for her and her accomplishes. she smirked. "tip toe.. tip toe.. who has come.. and who has sown.. my sister it is.. my sister it will always be..". the drunken king said as he watched her from atop the winding stairs. "has the liquor finally entered your vain's brother?.. would be devastating if it didn't." larose said with a smirk. putting her hand on her hip as she looked up towards him. "oh sister oh sister.. it has not yet consumed me of my habit. don't dwell.. for my kingdom shall stand high and tall under our rule.". he exclaimed. giving a burb before he walked down the stairs, underneath the chandelier, before stopping right infront of her. their eyes met. one of pure larkspure hue. and the other similar to ruby red. larose grinned. "you know me so well do you..". she spoke in a soft and seducting tone. "oh sister. don't tempt me with your irrational strategies. i do not dwell on love and seduction.. of a noble man i am i will stay.". "and a queen i will be. of a woman i hate.". larose replied. "sister.. do your servants serve you well?". "what a particular question of you to ask.. they don't. what are your offers?". norkar smiled before it turned into laughter. "as i expected. for you i currently have none.. but for us i currently do.. would you care to join me with dinner?". "with pleasure.". larose answered. she flicked her fingers firmly. gesturing for her servants to follow her. as they walked towards the table adorned with red and black textile and golden silverware aside plates of marble, they sat down. her advisor wanted to sit down, but with a sneer and a sharp glance of larose. he stood up and stood next to the courier. the maidens and the servants came out of the halls to serve the table with golden brown hog meat and delicasy's of the winterlaiyerns. "so sister..". the man said while he chewed on the hog meat. "what plans do you currently exercise?". larose smiled. "one that all shall fear.. one that all shall follow until the end of days.". her sense of pride and satisfaction thrilled her to the core. the sense of having power over a whole continent. a thought she just could not let go.. even when she was young. norkar gulped down the chewed hog meat and clapped. "what a feat to behold.. truly remarkable... so.. to maintain your ever growing kingdom.. how will you handle that?". norkar inquered. "maintain?.. by insighting fear amongst all who threaten my position on my throne.. with the power of all the gods i am unconquerable.".
norkar raised his eyebrows and lowered it while he sliced another piece of the hog meat and put it in his mouth. "you know sister.". he pointed his knife towards her nonchalantly "with you ruling the dark lands.. i am sure it will go as expected..". larose smirked. she put both her elbows on the table while she smiled deviously. "you are not going to take that from me.. are you norkar?". norkar looked up at her in suprise. "take that from you?.. puh.. as if.. i am better off holding this citadel in grey wood then holding a whole kingdom by sticks and stones.". larose sighed. "oh brother of mine.. how innocent you have been.. how peace full grey wood had been.. would be devastating if i took it from you right..". norkar nodded as he picked up his glass of whiskey and gulped it down in one shot. he wiped off the water from his beard as he watched larose stand up and walk towards him. her white hair. blackened mascara painted on a ghostly pale face of hers. all the while her red glossed lips painted a devious smile that marked her as truly devilish. "you do remember the times i was casted out for being the devils child right?". norkar chuckeled. "yes.. and how i saved you from it.". "and do you remember the cuts from the preacher in lockfrire?". "vividly..". "good". larose grabbed the whiskey bottle out of his hands and came next to his ear. "oh how i have missed you norkar...". her voice turned dark as norkar looked up to her ruby eyes before it all went black. only the murmuring of a distorted being could be heard. before it fainted into a deep abyss. "oh how i will continue to enjoy this..."...