Gothar

Chapter 8

Undesirable encounter

Ursin Barbarossa had once hoped to travel far to the end of the world, if the world ever had an end, to a place where no one had ever heard of, mayhap so distant to the south to an island beyond the hungry meadows... or to the east beyond the doomed kingdom... but he never expected to get a chance to do so... The gods forced him to live, to obey, to stay and serve them forever... the Morts thinks that the King is the one and only master that bend to no one, but in reality he is a slave fettered with unseen chains... the chains of dreamers that can never be evaded.

He sighed in pain at the thought of his supposedly wife, "Oh little girl... I wish I could tell you it was all for your protection... but I would never do... Forgive me."

They forced her Father, the Arkon of the Smogging north; they forced him to hand over his only daughter to be wed to Ursin, thinking that with this marriage he would honor his family and gain something valuable from it... The girl herself was beautiful and innocent, she was always happy that she would become queen but all of that was never important. The gods always had other plans to use their subjects.

That despicable demon who is the Sire of the dreamers army... the one that remains from eternity and who does the act of gods until their return... the Tontol which even her own people hate and despise... That beauty that no one can ever be as beautiful and splendid... She wants the girl to be some kind of sacrifice for the gods... But he was finally able to put an end to all this nonsense... or so he had planned since the day he got married.

He remember the day of his marriage like it was a heartbeat ago... the servants had decorated all Akfron and its suburbs, including the hills of the loyal men, with anemones and various roses along the road that leads to the Death Court Palace, the stronghold of the Barbarossa bloodline... the family of which only Ursin himself was left... after being forced by The gods to get rid of his cousin and her son after they claimed that in reality they were nothing but an abomination of the Old One... Apparently they were skin changers... Ursin never thought they were so, and if they were he had no problem with it, at least they were alive... Now the gods left him alone on his wedding day... his never-wanted wedding day... his must do wedding day.

On that morning, Ursin, the lord of the mort, was standing alone and silent at the top of the tower in his royal palace, watching the soldiers and the crowd in rows coming from every direction and end to give gifts to the newlyweds... Most of them were flattering to the king and his new relatives, the Masters of Ashaya, and a few was happy with the marriage of their king and that he finally decided to name a queen. Some subjects only love to have kings and queens for the sake of a balance in their live... some dogs love the collar, and they will keep parking to have one... In the afternoon, the throne hall was covered with roses and perfumed with exorbitant scents. Then, decorated chairs were placed and engraved with many strange shapes that the nobles admired.

Ursin sat on the Azif throne in the heart of the Palace, waiting with blazing eyes looking to the closed hall gates and beyond, and put on his crown, which he hated most of all... His crown which he had inherited from his father, and who in turn he had inherited from his father... it is said that the gods themselves carved and crowned the Barbarossa kings with this strange crown, which glows strangely when placed on the head of any Barbarossa king and dim to the point of absorbing daylight if it is worn by anyone else... as if it were a sign from the gods that they chose his blood for glory as some wise men says... and for this very reason Ursin hated it... he hated anything related to the gods... even though he was their obedient servant... If he does not serve someone else will... then everything will perish... and time will forever end.

The horn of the Death Court gate suddenly shrieked, and all those present in the hall take a stand humbly, and the Master of the Azif temples, Highest Inquisitor Rowen Aldey, the obscene despicable scum, whom everyone thought, that no one had met the devout and unparalleled in his faith except the guardian angel on the throne of the goddess Zemfira, everyone bowed to him except Ursin not because he is the king the one who take no bow but because he despises the man so much. At the end of the hall, the devoutly anointed wretch settled down before him, and he was seated in dignity and moderation before the crowd, waiting for his new wife. Moments later, Mindor Koldow entered the hall, and in his hand was the most beautiful girl Ursin had ever seen... the girl who had been chosen to be sacrificed to the gods... the girl he would marry to his son whom the gods had killed... the girl who was too despondent to be touched or hurt... those gods must be really cruel to curse her with such a marriage... She was wearing a beautiful white dress studded with all kinds of beautiful and delicate jewels, with care that did not disturb its serenity ... With those light purple tufts that hung from her long hair, she was majestically shining, the girl was almost as tall as her father, despite her young age, and her harmonious face was full of blood inspired youth within her, no one knows whether her smile was fake or real, but no one disagreed that it was a divine smile, her beautiful eyes that colored In a blue-purple color, her dark bronze face adds beauty to this majestic figure, some women even had turned their faces towards the floor of the hall to hide their jealousy.