The Place To Lose Your Fears *A Ziall AU*

CHAPTER 14

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CHAPTER 14

<<Niall's POV>>

I rushed doon the halls to get to father's chambers. As I slid doon the mahogany floors. I wondered what it was. Could he be dying? It was coming soon anyways, he was very sick. I hope I could get to him before he passed away. I finally reached his chambers and went inside the double doors. He was sitting up in his nightgown, smoking a pipe, he looked very tired and his creased face seemed to fold on itself.

"Father, ye requested ta see me." I started

"Yes, Niall, as ye know quite well, I am no longer going ta be around much longer, and if I were, I am not at all fit ta rule," he coughed. I was immediately concerned. I should have paid more attention ta me leadership classes. I pulled up a rocking chair and sat next ta him, I clutched his hand.

"Ye are going ta be the next king, but ye must have and heir for after ye, other wise Greg's child will be the heir." Father said, "So, did ye meet anyone ye would fancy in the ball?" he asked, puffing out a cloud o' smoke.

"Yes, there was the one very bonnie lassie named Veronica." I answered.

"Oh, thank ye Jesus, I will finally have peace knowing that there will be a lady ta produce an heir for my precious son!" Father exclaimed hoarsely. I became disappointed. I couldn't tell father who 'Veronica' really was. It would rob him of the little peace he had. But I wanted desperately to tell him. He has false peace, we would not get a biological heir after me. I pushed back tears as I knew that he would die believing a lie. I heard steps and Harry and Paul and another maid, I think her name was Fredericka who was more like a hospice nurse.

I looked at them and they all knew what was soon to come. Each of them brought a candle and gave me one. They were all white and tapered, they were funeral candles, whenever someone in the royal family dies, they hold candles in remembrance of the monarch. They were all silver each with a different stone. Mine was emerald, the new king's candle. Harry had an opal on his, one for a possible other child that was not going ta be king.

Fredericka held a single sapphire encrusted candlestick, usually the spouse of the king or queen. Paul, father's closest colleague since Count Yaser Malik, held the priceless fiery opal, reserved for the top servant. Father held the amber-inlaid gold oil lamp; lying in bed, it was already lit by father's pipe, burning bright. Amber was a legend to ease death. We all stood around the bed.

Usually, it would be family and bloodkins that held the candles, but I was the only kin around, that's because my mother, Queen Maura died in childbirth, and me brother Greg left and vanished years ago, probably to be a pirate or Viking and took a huge sum o' wealth with him. We had one candlestick left, a candlestick inlaid with Chinese jade, another servant held it, representing Father's beloved Count, the jade was for the closest noble to the king which would have been Count Yaser Malik. Paul, dipped his candle and passed the flame to each o' us, I was last. At last Father looked at us, with sad eyes and smiled saying his last words. Then he came ta me.

"Niall, no matter what ye do, I will always love ye, ye are special, there was something different aboot ye," he started, "I don't know what it is, but I don't need ta, but I know that ye are capable o' a love none o' us can comprehend, yer compassion stretches father than the east is from the west." He blew out the candle and drank the toxic oil, sweeten with crème and rum.

"Niall, ye will be a great king, ye will be." Were his last words.

He looked at us all and pulled out his pipe and smoked it, as he closed his eyes, they never opened again.

After a few seconds, he breathed his last breath, he never drew another again either.

We all took a deep breath and a group o' servants came and took father's body and pipe and lamp and placed him in a tub and carried him ta the gardens. We followed him with our candles still lit. He was placed on a pyre. We each stood around the pyre and touched our tips of the candles on the wood, and watched as he was immolated and a soft flame that took him ta a better place. The process took aboot an only ten minute span since the flames were white like snow.

Then they all donned on black cloaks, except for me and Harry. When the fire was done, we saw as the wind blew Father's ashes and all that was left were ashes and the oil lamp, made ta be fireproof and father's necklace, a chain with a black onyx. Also was Queen Maura's necklace, a gold chain with a pearl. Another servant came with Father's coronation robe. Father told me that the coronation was never public. We all walked slowly and somberly to the basement of the palace. The archbishop came out with simple golden diadem inlaid with a small diamond and two blood red garnets.

I was heartbroken, I have no kin left. I put on me first poker face as the archbishop said his things and crowned me king. I signed a few papers and the other people did as well, signing as witnesses. Harry, Fredericka, Paul, the archbishop, the other servant, who was named Brian all signed as they were the only ones witnessing me coronation. The only light was from the candles. Normally the coronations are happy times, but I already missed me father, all I have now is Harry, he's me only family now. The coronation only took aboot a half an hour, but it felt like an eternity.

Harry draped the robe over me and handed me an iridium scepter with an mother-of-pearl hilt and a single green peridot. I turned around when I finished signing with an ancient quill pen and held the scepter with a fake smile. Only one thing was one me mind now. To re-create me family. I had already lost me mother and brother, now me father. And me best mate and his father. I am now determined to recreate me family; I will rebuild what has been lost.

But it was already aboot four in the afternoon. I had put in a request to postpone the funeral and the news o' me coronation. The funeral couldn't be postponed, as tradition said for it ta be the next day, but it could be small as the passing but the news o' me coronation though, could be delayed by a week. I definitely need ta prepare. Plus, I had to get Zayn, and show that I still love him. 

We moved everything from me room ta me father's chamber and washed everything. We only needed ta move the things, not replace everything. So most o' me father's things were inn there, and a lot o' me things that weren't as important was in my old room. I ate a simple meal o' noodles and lentils. This was the first meal I ate all day, but I wasn't hungry. I was going ta find the one o' me dreams, but me father died, I officially became king and now moved everything. It's crazy! Just how fast the night changes. Yesterday I had the night o' me life, now this?

It's crazy! Just how fast the night changes.

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