Brothers II

#2 King Rorie

King Odie and Prince Kired’s funeral has been going around town. The King’s casket was paraded around town as everyone started mourning… and as whispers went around the whole Kingdom… “I’ve done nothing! SHUT UP!” It is one of the young King Rorie’s breakdowns again; he's on his bed, covering his whole self with his blanket as he cried a waterfall, sobbing like a continuous heart-breaking melody. I feel bad. It’s been days now and he still isn’t crowned; the ceremony has been delayed, by the rumours and by him and his unwell heart. Everyone is waiting, even the ones against him are waiting to finally see him be crowned, but he is unwell and the latest news definitely isn’t helping. The Earl of Alierra, Lord Pren, has gathered an army, supported by people who either believe the rumours or just aren't very keen on having Rorie as their King. They were demanding a battle in Capierre, on the half of the week and on the half of their waking hours. The King has to go, he knows that. And after what felt like days, the King finally got up from his bed, silently leaving for Capierre with his army.

Everyone expected a battle but with King Rorie the whole meeting became a negotiation. “Marry my sister, Vene. I’ll send my demands later, agreed?” The King just nodded, no word muttered as he kept his head low. Lord Pren and his men turned around and left, glaring shots at the King before doing so. He noticed and felt it but he really is too numb to care… Until a message arrived containing the Lord’s outrageous and shocking demands. The King laughed hearing the scribe read it, crying while so. “That bastard– He just really wants power doesn’t he? Be a King– heh ha–“ He brought his hand up to his face, catching and wiping his tears. “To think that my brothers are so close to him– *Gasp* That– unbelievable man!” The laugh disappeared and was replaced by a seething anger seeing how he clenched his teeth and fist. Still crying, he called me. “Yes, sire?” He removed his hand from his face and sniffed. “Cancel the marriage between me and Lady Vene, I want Lord Pren killed.” I was about to protest when his grace stood up and walked away. This isn’t a good idea…

And aren’t I right? Chaos flooded the streets and the rebellion continued. The new leader is not known but their demands are. "Down with the King!" "Down with the King!" They shouted. But the King isn’t here, he’s in Viora, with the others to marry Princess Larei. Which is good, they can’t harm the King if he's not even here. But it's also not good, it’s much easier to steal the throne when there's no King sitting on it.; plus, he still isn't crowned. The loyal soldiers held on and the messengers rushed. I tried my best to calm them, which worked for a few hours. The riot raged on and on. It’s quite shocking how we're still standing, but we are and we continue to, especially when the King and the future Queen arrived. The whole riot still kept on going, making it a struggle to get the King and the future Queen into safety. The King didn’t seem to care though but Princess Larei… She comforted the King, understanding his state before getting out and facing the crowd. She held her head high but kept her voice in a comfortable and soft tone as she spoke, calming the crowd a bit. They’re still in anger but the future Queen has found words to say and put a stop to the riots. “We will be sending an investigation on the incident. We will be taking an equal number of men from our side and your side to investigate and several who hold no grudge nor support for either of us. I’ll be bringing a couple of men from my kingdom as well to make sure that the whole investigation holds no bias. You can investigate on your own too if you wish. Now, is that enough to put a stop to all of this?” Lady Arein, the wife of the late Earl of Alierra and the mother of their son turned around, to the crowd, walking back, to talk to a group of men, leaving the young Soren uncomfortably in the future Queen’s presence. She smiled at the boy but his response was a run to his mother. I don’t blame him, his father had just died and the inheritance for his title was stripped; he's still about five. The Lady returned with the boy on her leg, she nodded, putting an end to the months-long rebellion started by her husband.