ᵉⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ a Story of [Original Story]

III

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The desire for the first stone

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It should not come as a surprise that after all the unpleasant events in the country, there was not only one bad news a day, but the second one was not far away.

But there comes a day when there are people who no longer want to look the other way, because they are tired of the way things are, or have been, and are ready to do something about the injustice. No matter what it takes. It doesn't matter who that someone is.

Here it was William. A young man in his early thirties whose father, a blacksmith in the Royal Guard, had died the previous summer. The circumstances of his death were, to this day, more than absurd to many in the village. The blacksmith may not have been one of the youngest, but he was not ill, nor did he show any signs of old age.

"George is dead," a man from the street burst into the tavern, directly into William and Bryce's argument about getting down to business, "He was found at the edge of the river."

"How?" echoed Jonathan, completely surprised by the news, only because he had been the one to bring the news of the Bishop's death earlier, "What happened?"

"The Queen ripped his heart out," the bearer said in a matter of fact voice, closing the door quietly behind him and slowly approaching the group, Bryce closed his eyes and then looked over at the window, panting, "He was supposed to have something for the Queen, but on the way, that very something was taken from him. Whatever it was or is, she is said to be more upset than ever. If it is as rumored in the castle, and not even her brother was able to calm her down, it must be of great value. It doesn't mean anything good. Not for us, not for anyone.

"For Gillian," Bryce added, which made everyone look at him, but he just shook his head before sharing his thoughts with those present, "If it had affected Desmond as well, for better or worse, he wouldn't have been nice to George either, and he wouldn't be the one who has to put up with Gillian's bad mood now because she didn't get what she wanted. I guess he doesn't know what his sister wants."

"We're talking about the queen here, Bryce," William interjected, wanting to remind everyone what kind of people the king and queen were, "you don't really think those two would keep secrets from each other, especially when it comes to something that seems so important."

"If you want to believe that," and if Will wanted to continue to believe that, then neither Bryce nor anyone else could say what they wanted, because a belief would only be hard to change, "no matter what it is, every word, every gesture, no matter how small, is intentional. If Desmond knew, and if it concerned him, there would have been a line of soldiers looking for him long ago, George's body would have been hyena food, and a meeting would have been called long ago to make an example of Mayron. It's too quiet for what happened, and I don't like it at all.

Silence and peace. Two conditions that do not go together.