Tick...Tick...Tick...Tick... The clock was steady with a well timed rhythm. I was left alone at a table with lots of letters from other kingdoms and letters to me from my own kingdom. It was stressful to sit in the same spot for five hours doing nothing but writing with ink, paper, and a quill. My place as king forced me into many responsibilities. I took over my father's place as the white King after he died. No one else could take this job but me cause I was alone when he died no other family members left... I was twelve and here I am age of twenty-three and I'm stuck doing papers for a living.
"Your majesty." One of my guards came into my work area in the library. He wore a tall white suit of armor and a white feather popping out the top of his helmet.
"Yes? What do you need?" I asked asked the man.
"There is a young lady at your gates is demanding she be let in to your palace. She has taken out many of our men single handedly." Now this concerned me.
"Show me the way right away."
"Of course your highness."
"Send someone to fetch my coat."
"Right away sir." The knight escorted me to the entrance of my castle, where I put on my coat and walked outside. The girl was fighting my knights with great force and energy I was almost surprised she lasted out so long. By the time I reached my gate two of my knights held the girls hands behind her back and had her on her knees looking down to show her bowing at my presence. I raised my right hand and the guards let go of her.
"There is no need for this, clearly she has something important to tell me." I said. The girl forced a smile looking up at me.
"Your generosity will get you no gratitude." She spoke.
"Noted, now what do you want?"
"I have a message..."
"Bring her in..." I told my men before turning around and walking back to the castle.
We sat at a table in the corner of a room. Her dark black hair was in her eyes when she sat down.
"Nice place but I have seen better..."
"Have you?"
"That is besides the point..."
"You brought it up..."
"Like I said I have a message."
"Yes.."
"It's from your brother"
"..."
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A game of chess: a war without reason (on hold)
FantasyWith the choices my brother made he created a war. And if it's a war he wants it's a war he'll get