Glory of Oridon

𝔓𝔞𝔤𝔢 ℑ

Chapter One: No Intake

Jermone's Take

Something foul took clear resort amongst the kingdom. I was more than furious about what was happening to my people and it took a perception of time to figure out what was even taking place. My father had been enslaving not only our people, but other fractions of realms that were no other than our comrades and defenders.

Why did my father think to duplicate such shameful activity? Not in the least did I intake what knowledge of his intentions behind it, but my days on confronting him were pending, for those whispers alone were enough to make me retaliate. As his heir, I cannot afford to deal with the consequences of his actions once I become emperor and I would dare not make an enemy amongst my people.

Our realm was a place of peace and servitude with war and bloodshed always being our last resort if we had no choice, but to defend ourselves against the heavy threats we faced, but now it seems my father has strayed away from our sacred name and I won't stand for his imperial shenanigans with what I've gathered. So, I plan to bring things to his attention and if he decides to subside my vision for the future of this built on realm, I won't hesitate to dethrone him earlier than I am supposed to, but for now we had an event to take on and for my mother's sake on how strict her love was for our kingdom festivals, I appealed to be her feature and put my feelings aside, even though I questioned her intentions and temptations for being his wife.

"A little to the side Jermone.. Yup, right there!" I allowed her voice to coach me through the variants of festival items she had me set up at the entrance. As much as I adored her festival's, I hated taking part in setting them up, she had her imperial workers to do such things of these type of works, but she so heavily claims that I have her good eye when it comes to organization, which I won't deny. I can be pretty hands on.

"Ma, how long do you want me to take part in doing this? I would rather be preparing for the tournament right now." I exclaimed, refusing to let any sign of irritation to fall from my voice while I kept my stability on the steel ladder.

"I know the tournament is pretty important right now and I want you and many of our warriors to put the opposing realms into shackles, but you've been helping me with my festivals since I taught you how to walk on your two feet and happily so. Why such a change of heart?" Her smile firm as she looked up at me while her hand portioned over her collared purple corset. My mother was a woman of elegance and pure innocence, but she was a deadly warrior. I have too many times witnessed her acts of kindness get taken for granted which has caused her to act off retaliation when all she seeks is retribution. Queen Alana Del Marie, is in fact a deadly weapon.

I sighed at her response and imposed my way down the steel steps before coming face to face with her, "Not much of a change of heart, I just don't see the point."

She begin to vary a look of confusion/curiosity from one of her eyebrows raising at me before she spoke, "The point of the matter Jermone is that we display these events for various realms to show them our gratitude and companionship. This is a place of honor and we are in acceptance of everyone, no matter color of their skin or the species that they are." Her voice as humble as ever; unknowingly if she was attempting to check me or not, it didn't matter now that she walked away from me. Even though she was a woman of peace, I'm starting to feel she's sometimes a hypocrite.

"You speak highly of acceptance no matter the form they come in, but you oppose my brother of the throne when he's the rightful heir?"