The King's Weep I

Chapter XIV

  
-I felt this song was appropriate for Kahl when he lived in Elisabeta and the kingdom without his brother after he died. This song plays with my emotions and I feel this is the young brothers theme song, and you'll most likely see this song in a future chapter. How do you all feel about it?-

The tension between the two brothers had once raised, but as they had travelled to the Village, Dragomir ignored Kahl and Kahl regretted his words.

   "King Kahl!" A villager wondered upon them, a happy smile on his face. "What brings you here in the dead of night, in all this cold?" He asked, and Kahl glanced at his older brother as a warning, as not to speak.

   Kahl looked back at the villager, "I am here to just check upon things, I need to make sure the lands of the kingdom stay safe." The younger one lied through his teeth, and the villager nodded happily. But, then the man on the ground and not upon a horse noticed the man in heavy armour upon a horse. Kahl noticed this, and gave the man a faint smile, "he is my guard, do not worry."

The villager frowned, "but I do recognize that armour from somewhere, but where?" He mumbled to himself, and Kahl quickly disclosed the situation.

"Sorry, sir. Please get some rest and you will not see us again until next check, we mean no harm, for I am the High King of Elisabeta and I will do everything in my handed power to keep everyone upon these lands safe." Kahl said, and the man nodded, his head clouded. The two brothers went off, and finally entered the Village. No one was out except them, and Kahl silently shivered from the baring cold.

Dragomir, although it was silent, noticed this. "Kahl," the younger brother looked at him. "Leave your horse there, and come upon mine."

Kahls cheeks flamed, and shook his head. "No, why would I?"

Dragomir stated the obvious, "you're cold."

The younger one blushed even harder at the fact that Dragomir noticed and groaned. He nodded at the older one and slowly slid from the white horse, and tied her to the tree post they had stopped near. Kahl figured the villagers would take the horse as a gift, since white horses were considered royalty. Kahl moved over to Dragomir and the blazing black horse he had been riding, and then Dragomir let his hand out. Kahl smiled, and had grabbed it, being thrown upon the Stallion with a small might.

   "Thank you, King Dragomir," Kahl whispered as he boarded himself upon his older brother for warmth.

   Dragimir smiled, but it had been hidden by the helmet he wore. "You are welcome, Old King Kahl."

   And with that, they rode until they found an empty cottage. They had rest for the night, and when the daylight shone upon them throughout the small window the cottage conceived, they went on their quest to the kingdom.