Aslem

Prologue

Editors Note

Just getting this out there, this was one of my dreams so It's based in the medieval era, but I feel that it kind of mixes eras a lot between modern and medieval. So yes castles, large furniture, and yes princes and Noble men.

Prologue

I was young, too young to understand. My young, innocent mind didn't understand. I watched in agony, my eyes barely able to peek above the table.

Hidden in the darkness where the light of the torches didn't touch, where the unknown crept silently like monsters lurking in corners. There I was, hidden from my father. At the young age of seven, I knew he wouldn't approve of me watching his 'acts of business'.

My father was not a king, or prince, just a noble man. Our great wealth came through our blood from long ago. We used to be royals; we used to be in line for the thrown. Our link to the throne was lost when my great great great grandmother's marriage fell apart. Being that when the marriage fell apart they had already had a child he, King Alexander of Aslem, promised an eternity of wealth shared with his blood descendant.

My father paced back and forth in the cold stone room, only occasionally scratching his curly beard. He looked slightly grimy, as if he hadn't bathed in a week, but his eyes. His eyes were fixed on something in his hands, sometimes at the right angle you could see the gold glint in his hazel eyes.

I couldn't make out what was in his hands. It shined as he walked past the light then disappeared into his hands once more. He laid the object on the table and hunched over, leaning on the table, he started to mumble something.

The object was now in clearer vision. A short blade with a short handle, a dagger. I stared in wonder at the blade glinting in the flicker of the torches. He stood up straight again, picked up the dagger, and turned around.

My train of thought was lost when two men came in with a woman. I knew this women, she would tell me bed time stories, tuck me in, and be my best friend, she was like a second mother to me. I watched silently as the men cuffed her to the table. She didn't struggle, or plead for mercy, she just laid there and watched my father.

My father sent his men away and returned his attention to the cuffed servant. I watched as he raised his dagger. The woman's eyes grew large and her mouth dropped open. The dagger came down quick and sharp piercing her upper abdomen. She made a quiet moan and my father ran out.

Her head fell to the left, right in my direction. Her eyes grew when she saw me. She told me something I know it was important, but I couldn't make all the words out. I only managed to understand "Blood of the Royal Aslems". She turned her head to look up at the ceiling, her hands fell to the table no longer struggling against the restraints.