The beginning of the end: the angels wings

Chapter 3: Benjamin

-Everyone bows to his majesty Benjamin of the Sapphire house, first of his name, emperor of the land of the Phoenix and of all men, of all social ranks, within it. Lord of the Keystone. And everyone bows to the presence of his wife Lady, Diana of the Supphire family, empress, first of all Kiku women and protector of the empire. - Said the voice of a herald.
It was Ser Voog Amber, shining in his golden armour, who preceded them in the throne room. Ser Vikas Hightne escorted the queen. Lord William Topacio was standing by Benjamin's side. Now there were two of the most valiant Kami of the Secret Guard, whose sword had been forged exclusively to protect Benjamin Sapphire and his family.

Benjamin climbed the steps of the Throne, the sound of the soles of his shoes rumbled in all the walls. Diana went to settle in the one next to her husband, smaller and smaller.

Benjamin wore warm reddish woollen pants with blue ornaments on the sides, a fabric cloak drowned in the immensity of the blue ocean. It had been his father's mantle, and that even before. Imprinted in its fabric lived the memory of emperors and those executed because of them, and every time a king was beheaded a stone bracelet was added, attached to the surface of the cloak, those lower went back to the age of the Tomnem and going to increase in height these were increasingly recent. However, his father's Vyrwen Sapphire bracelet was missing, the "mad King" was through this name that was recognised in all realms, because of the madness that had conquered his mind. He left an empty space in those neat irregular spots. In the head, instead, he wore the golden crown studded with sapphires and diamonds of such transparency that it could be reflected on it.

-Let the traitor in. -Benjamin ordered in a solemn tone. He had received the news of what happened, despite the fact that he should have waited for it, he was extremely surprised by the news. The surprise then, changed form into anger. How dare they try to kill his two daughters? After a night spent between nightmares and many question marks, already the following day he was ready to gather the Consistory to decide the fate of that traveller.

Voog Amber shouted several orders. His face was turned towards the doors of the room, but his words touched everyone, like the soiling breath of lava. Three men came in. Two of them wore the Keystano army uniform, long and light blue up to the ankles, made of wool, The pants were wide and narrow at the ends by long socks, A white belt, which tightened the lower part of his chest, The upper part was, instead, made up of a blouse. On the surface of the buttons were drawn phoenixes, with open wings that discovered its lethal touch While on the back, a large white writing, in relief a phoenix. Their swords were locked in the lining and sewn to the rest of the uniform. They were Ser Graway and Ser Hergen. In the middle of the two was a man: Young, tall and slender, some time before he could be considered good-looking, with gold threads hanging from his head, eyes of black glow and golden skin. Now, however, only the imagery remained of that handsome man. At that moment, his hair was torn that revealed the irregularity of the skull, his face covered with dry blood, his lips split, his body sore and covered with widespread bruises.

Upon their entrance there was a loud and angry murmur, proud Lords, whose houses were rooted in a distant and forgotten past, reluctantly stepped aside, to let the disfigured man pass.

Ser Adros stepped forward standing next to the child while Mastro Garlan as soon as he saw that everyone had put themselves in their places he said: - In these times of betrayals and turbulence, with the young Lady, Elizabeth and Catherine Sapphire almost poisoned, it is the opinion of the Consistory that the punishment of the same traitor presells death - Mastro Garlan glanced at the emperor.

Benjamin raised the palm of his right hand stopping Master Garlan's words. -Come forward. -

The young man straightened up and got out of the iron grip of the Kima, advancing a couple of steps, with his head bowed, his hands tied and his feet like that.