Bʟᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ Iɴ ᴏʀ Bʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ Oᴜᴛ? {KootraHD Fanfiction} [Ashe & Lethe's Story]

⇨ [ ᴄᴘ. #1 ]

[cp. #1] 

Dᴀʏ Nɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ, Wᴇᴇᴋ Tᴡᴏ: ᴛʜᴇ Bᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Kɪɴɢ’s Dᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛ

Foot steps were swift in the throne room at around sunrise. The soft patters of heeled shoes colliding hastily with the, partly carpeted, mostly granite, floor resonated through the royal room, and the quick taps and clicks belonged to the help; the numerous people scrambling around the sizable room to polish each and every thing until it shined like a crystal that was absolutely flawless in every way, whilst the sun woke up and stirred leisurely. Adept hands traveled around assorted objects to speedily fulfill their job of cleaning; the were to vases shine, the gold plating the large throne was to sparkle, the jewels were to flash perfection, just- everything was to be pristine and luminous with a golden brand of scintillation before he was due to arrive, where the people hired to keep everything spotless had only but a few moments to achieve praise with their hopefully tolerable work. The good ten-to-fifteen people continued to bustle around and try to get everything symmetrical and unsoiled of impurities for the remaining moments, until they heard some sort of certain clicking that could be heard a mile away.

Trained ears of veterans alarmed their beholders of who was now approaching the room, and alerted everyone to scatter hurriedly; the people bumped into each other, the collisions harsh and causing perplexity, and soon the people assumed their positions far behind the throne. They blended into the darkness, for they were to match the woodwork, per say, and were overall prepared to see a familiar shoe set foot in the large door way on the other side of the room; the majority’s breath being cut off and held with the sudden appearance of their king unraveling before their eyes. A simple shoe became a leg, then the left side of a torso, before an entire dark slim figure stood in the doorway. After a long moment the silent person began walking down the red lane of lowly cut carpet, their pace agonizingly slow. Subsequent to entering the room some more, the dim lighting on the outskirts of the room caught the person’s appearance, and it was none other than the king, bearing a noble and proud posture along with a straight facial expression. The king’s hands were behind his lower back, his long robe dragging behind him, as he took languid steps towards his throne; the distance between him and it closing rapidly even though his pace was dawdling.

“Your Majesty,” Two people greeted simultaneously from their individual sides of the two-way carpet once the king had reached the first step of his throne’s elevation; the greeters kneeling down on one knee and bowing their heads out of respect as their ruler passed by them. This action earned a slight nod from their king in return of their politeness, whilst he rose higher to reach his seat. He removed the traditional robe previous kings wore from his shoulders when he’d gotten close enough to the royal chair, and allowed the cape to flow some in its escape prior to it merely cascading down the steps, before he himself took a seat in the plushy throne. Beryl eyes burned with pride, as lips wore a pert beam, just as they had done in the previous days of his rule. A leg soon crossed over the other with content whilst a rather cheeky visage painted the king’s facial features, and his posture thrived with the movement of his right arm propping its elbow atop of its designated arm-rest that was plated with brilliant gold and beauteous rubies. He just took a moment to let the silence set in the vacancy around him, and to breathe in the delightful cherry-like aroma that usually filled the air in the throne room, before he sighed some to himself.

A weak gesturing of his left hand occurred, and the serenity that had made itself comfortable in the room was suddenly disturbed with his tacit ‘go.’ Almost immediately his eyes twinkled with optimism as the sound of metal scraping against metal grew more audible in his keen hearing devices. Unraveling in his sight was a squad of three knights who stood at the doorway, awaiting their approval to enter. A subtle nod was tossed across the room, and there they were, approaching him in an arrowhead form; their armor shaking briefly and scraping against their counterparts with their formal and pompous marches towards their king. Once they’d grown close enough, the two knights in the back slowly knelt down on one knee with their helmeted heads bowed, while the one knight in the front remained standing, ushering the king to take more interest in the leading knight. As he dragged his gaze across the male’s armor, the slight changes in it allowed the king to be able to tell that the one standing before him was one of his most loyal knights, and first friend; for instance, the knight’s chest plate was lined with a spectacular gold, just as the sword that rested on his hip was as well, while the other knights’ armor and swords were plain and traditional.