[Fairy In The Forest] By Minutestory017

part 62

In the earliest hours of the morning, as the sun's rays barely pierced the horizon, Queen Eli ana issued a decree that would shake the very foundations of the realm. With a resolute heart and a steadfast determination, she proclaimed her intention to wage war against her own kin, her own flesh and blood, Prince Mike. The palace, once a symbol of unity and prosperity, now became a hub of chaos and turmoil.

Her loyal soldiers, clad in armor and bearing the royal crest, were dispatched to gather all able-bodied men within the palace walls. The young men, some barely out of their teenage years, were torn from their slumber and their loved ones, and brought before the queen's guard. They were given no choice but to obey the royal command, to take up arms against their own prince, their own blood.

As the news spread like wildfire through the palace corridors, the civilians and soldiers alike gathered in the grand throne room, their faces etched with confusion, shock, and dismay. How could their beloved queen, the embodiment of wisdom and compassion, turn against her own son? What dark force had driven her to this desperate measure?

The room buzzed with hushed whispers and worried glances, as the weight of the queen's words sank deep into their hearts. "How can a mother be so blinded by ambition, so consumed by the lust for power?" they asked one another. The air was heavy with foreboding, as the horror of what was to come hung like a dark cloud over the assembly.

And then, the large metal doors, adorned with the royal crest, swung open with a resounding clang. Queen Eli ana, flanked by her loyal guards, entered the throne room with a regal bearing, her eyes flashing with a fierce determination. She ascended to her throne, her presence commanding silence, as the room held its collective breath. The fate of the kingdom, of the prince, and of the queen herself hung in the balance, as the royal war declaration echoed through the halls of history.

As Queen Eli ana, settled into her throne, her piercing gaze swept across the room, meeting the downcast eyes of her subjects. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of her words. She paused, surveying the crowd, her wings rustling softly against the throne.

"Today, I, your queen, have made a momentous decision," she declared, her voice ringing out across the room. "Prince Mike, once the future king, will no longer be part of our government. He has betrayed our trust, forsaken our kingdom, and consorted with our sworn enemies."

A collective gasp echoed through the room, followed by stunned silence. The queen's words hung in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down against her own flesh and blood.

"He is no longer one of us," she continued, her voice unwavering. "He has chosen to align himself with the forces of darkness, to plot against our very existence. Our specialists have detected multiple connections between him and our enemies, a clear indication of his treachery."

The room remained frozen, as if time itself had been halted. The queen's subjects struggled to comprehend the magnitude of her words, the implications of her declaration. Prince Arin, once the future king, now branded a terrorist, a traitor to the realm. The very thought sent shivers down their spines.

"I want to make it clear that we did not come to this decision lightly. We warned Prince Mike numerous times, but he refused to listen. He was given the freedom to make his own choices, but he has misused that freedom enough to Mike us come to this decision. He has consorted with our enemies, killed our soldiers, and destroyed our economy. He has shown no regard for the well-being of our kingdom or its people."

She took a deep breath and with more confidence she spoke again "My beloved brother," she looked at her brother Edward as he bow in respect from a corner of the crowd "the king of a neighboring kingdom, the greatest Plovdiv, my own blood has stood by me and offered his support, even sending his soldiers to aid us. Yet,.................... Prince Mike has never shown any interest in building relationships with our allies or contributing to the prosperity of our kingdom. Knowing what it cost.

I am just a fair ruler, and I will not tolerate any threats to my people............... Prince Arin has made it clear that he will stop at nothing to achieve his goals, even if it means harming our soldiers and civilians. And I will not let anyone jeopardize the safety and security of our kingdom.

As the queen of Jozeia, I have made the difficult decision to disown Prince Mike, and strip him of his royal title. He has chosen his own path, and it is not one that aligns with the values of our kingdom. I will do everything in my power to protect our people and our kingdom, even if it means going against my own flesh and blood.

"We have no choice but to take action against Prince Mike. I will not let him destroy everything our kingdom stands for. We will rise against him, and we will emerge victorious.
Stand with me! Stand for your kingdom!" Queen, shouted, her voice echoing through the throne room. "We need you, our loyal civilians! Your mother needs you, your queen needs you, your king's memory needs you! We will never let anyone harm our kingdom, our beloved King Enasthum's legacy!"

With a flourish, she raised her sword high in the air, and the crowd erupted in a frenzy of cheers and chants. "Long live the queen!" they shouted, their voices hoarse with emotion.

Queen, knew that her people still deeply loved and revered their late king, and she leveraged that devotion to rally them to her cause. The mention of King Michael's name was enough to stir their passions and motivate them to defend the kingdom at all costs.

A triumphant smile spread across her face as she gazed out at the sea of determined faces. "We will win!" she declared. "Jozeia is ours!"

The crowd took up the chant, their voices thundering through the throne room. "Jozeia! Jozeia!" they shouted, their swords raised high in defiance.

"Salute King Enasthum!" Queen Eli ana shouted back, and the crowd responded with a deafening roar. "King Enasthum! King Enasthum!" they chanted, their voices echoing off the stone walls as they pledged their loyalty to their beloved monarch's memory.

As Queen, gazed out at the crowd, she saw the unwavering trust in their eyes, even after she had commanded them to turn against their own prince. A sly glance flicked to her brother, standing in the corner, and he met her gaze with a knowing smile.

In that moment, they both understood that their cunning plan had succeeded. They had manipulated the situation to their advantage, using their intelligence and guile to bend the kingdom to their will.

Their silent exchange spoke volumes: they had won, and they knew it. The fate of the two kingdoms hung in the balance, and they held the reins.

With a subtle nod, the Queen, acknowledged her brother's unspoken message. Together, they had orchestrated this masterful manipulation, using the people's love and loyalty to further their own ambitions.

As the crowd continued to chant and cheer, Queen Eli ana's smile grew, a cold, calculated smile that hinted at the true nature of her intentions. Her brother's smile mirrored hers, a silent pact between two master manipulators who had just secured their grip on power.

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