The King

Prolouge

Here's a little taste of what's to come!!!

One year before...

"Ahh, sire...you're father has asked to speak with you," I tore my attention away from the colourful window, turning around to look at my servant.

"What does he want?" I asked calmly, he looked at ease with my tone.

"He didn't say, sir," I sighed,

"Thank you, Kaolin," I said.

I made my way out of the corridor and down the dark, dusty hall to my fathers chamber, where he lays, awaiting death. I stopped, putting one hand on the cold handle, I took a deep breath before I pushed the heavy wood open, entering the dimly lit room.

"You wanted to speak," I said, my voice soft, my father looked up to me, a small smile on his face.

"Yes, son...come, sit," he said, waving to the chair next to his bed, my mother sat next to him, a worried, tired somber look on her face.

"What is it father?" I asked, concerned.

"I fear I won't be around much longer...this kingdom is your responsibility now," he whispered weakly.

"What? I have no idea how to run a kingdom, father, you can't leave me like this," I said, angry.

"He has no choice, son," my mother said, looking down at her hands, that were resting folded on her lap. I looked back down at my father, he looked tired, and sick.

"I will take the kingdom, I will become the king...."