Winter Solace II Taegyu

Chapter XIV: (Arise) Orion the Hunter

A smack is met on Beomgyu's head, earning a pained groan from the male.

"Idiot," Yeonjun mumbled, earning a death glare from Beomgyu. "You still need them for officially reannouncing the title back to you. You can't have them burn yet."

Beomgyu sneered, right, he still needed the damn bastards.

"But how can I ensure they won't stab any of us in the back?"

"You killed their king, we killed the guards and the commanding general is on our side. Not to mention we have them on their knees with swords to their necks," Yeonjun enumerated, making his way infront of Beomgyu with an unimpressed expression.

It was true, the now late king bared no heirs to take the throne - and Beomgyu wondered what that man was planning to do with his kingdom had Beomgyu not overthrew him now.

"Fine then," the former crowned prince obliged, he stood up from the throne, picks up his uncle's head and sneered as he faced the throne ones more. "As much as I want this throne burned that will have to wait."

Beomgyu walks out of the room, Yeonjun is quick to follow him - leading the way. Despite the horrible gold tapestries, the hallways remained just the same as Beomgyu remembered when he and his family left. His uncle could have atleast kept the signature silver and green tradition the palace had for more the hundreds of generations.

But no, he did not.

The former crowned prince did not like gold - he hates it, to him the mineral was a symbol of greed. As it is used to make coins with higher value in every currency.l and Beomgyu has seen how gold can turn even the most respectable people into desperate, hungry beasts.

But I guess that's how the world works; the quench for wealth is simply never-ending.

Beomgyu knows that, but that is not why he hates gold so much.

Yeonjun halts, now infront of two large doors. The older male takes in a deep breath before thrusting them open, a soft creek prolonged as the doors swung open, enough to enter the room. There was a chorus of pathetic cries mixed in with a few angry curses of entitlement and power position.

The brown haired boy watched as his old friend straightened his posture, hands behind his back. Slowly walking to the side as if revealing Beomgyu to the world.

The former prince of Aster does not know what expression he had on his face that made every elderly man of his late uncle's high court to gasp in complete horror. But he assumes that those reactions are caused by the younger male carrying his uncle's head.

There were times when Beomgyu forgets he came from a long line of kings and queens whom a few had lost their minds, succumbing into a so-called Choi madness the historians wrote in the family catalogues. But those had been decades ago, before Beomgyu's great-great grandfather had even been born.

His own dad did not have the madness nor did his grandfather.

But as soon as Beomgyu threw his uncle's head, and the high court officials who whimpered in fear and disbelief. An extreme feeling of glee ran through his veins as he relishes the fear of their aged, cowering faces.

The young Choi might just be certain that this madness had skipped a few generations and went straight to him.

"Esteemed members of the Asterian high court," Beomgyu's voice is loud, clear and cold as the snow blizzards no Chrystellian could have survived. "I have brought your king's head, I express my condolences. As the only surviving family to the throne, I, Choi Beomgyu willingly accept my duty as the next King of Aster." he says with a poise only years of etiquette lessons could master.