The King's Weep I

Chapter IV

   The snow swept across the ever-glass window, that created a frost against the thick material. Kahl frowned and turned towards his study table, and examined the papers.

   "We haven't had snow this worse since the night the old king died." A female voice interrupted Kahl and his thoughts, which made him frown even lower. The women that stood there with a stack of papers folded under her arms was Cathryn, the demon managing the lands and realms. Kahl was quite surprised she was here, since she managed tens of thousands of lands in Toorus and other large realms, it made him smile a small bit knowing she took time out of her day to come to him.

   Kahl nodded, seemingly not wanting to speak about his dead brother. "Yes, I do remember that fateful night, Cathryn. No need to point it out."

   Cathryn shrugged, placing the folded papers upon his desk. "I just thought it was a bit weird, that's all. Maybe it's a sign your brother is back, or maybe even alive." She suggested, receiving a glare from Kahl.

   "Do not give me false hope, madam. I would much rather prefer my brother dead than living in this isolated and corrupted realm." Kahl said, looking through the supposed tax papers Cathryn had brought.

   She laughed, a smile gracing her lips. "Oh, Kahl. You are still so young, this realm is not as bad as you grace it to be." Kahl looked at her, "you've been stuck in Elisabeta forever, you haven't even explored the other realms. You never know what's waiting for you."

   Kahl then realized he had never left the Kingdom of Elisabeta. His forever frown ceased, and he glanced at Cathryn. "What place do you suggest, Cathryn?" Kahl asked, looking into her eyes.

  She smirked, "my bedroom."

   Kahl groaned and smacked his head onto his desk, and then sighed. "How did I know you were going to say that?" He asked, not even surprised.

   She chuckled, patting his shoulder. "Because you know me so well, i'm flattered." Kahl looked at her, "really!"

   "Back to what you came in here for, please?" Kahl suggested, and she nodded.

  "Well, I collected all the taxes for Elisabeta, but it was awfully low this month. I just came here to ask why?" She asked, frowning. Something Kahl never saw Cathryn do, ever.

   "Do not get so worried, it is just because the harsh weather this month has gotten people unusually sick. There are no herbs for what the people have, not even my physician knows what the people are getting down with." He said, not even slightly worried.

   Cathryn hummed, "but, if you have no idea what it is, you should be worried. Shall you not?" She asked.

   Kahl shrugged, scribbling down on the papers. "As long as I do not get it, I do not care."

   Cathryn sent him a glare he could feel even though he was not looking at her. "You are just as rude and selfish as your brother, Kahl. I hope you do know that." She seethed, exiting his study room with the click of her leather battle boots.

   Kahl lowered his pen and ink, swiping back the hair that once again escaped his tie. He turned to face the window, where the snow came hopelessly down, showing him that it was not to stop.

   He smiled, and chuckled a small bit. No one will ever understand how much Kahl hated the snow, only because it reminded him of his brother.

   The forgotten king that turned to evil.