The New Lords

The Becoming of a New Power

At the Castle of Bertran it had been calm, quiet, and peaceful morning. Each  general was working with their squadrons, Chef Guatier had been preparing a feast for young Prince Seri's birthday the upcoming day, the farmers had already been up for hours and were looking forward to a break from the hot sun. What they didn't know was that their preparations for the next day were about to be wasted effort.

The Prince Seri was not thinking about any of this though. He was wondering why his father the emperor  had asked him to meet with him at such an early time in the morning. However the time for wondering was over, he had reached his fathers court. As he knocked on the door a young squire by the name of Tebaud came up to him.

Tebaud exclaimed "Sir, please take me with you!" 

"Take you with me where? Into the throne room?

"No sir to yo— wait you don't know yet? I shouldn't ruin the surprise! Please do consider taking me though!"

As the boy quickly opened the throne room and slammed it behind him Seri began to wonder, what's the thing Seri was talking about? Have I done something wrong and Father is kicking me out of the castle. Is he sending me on a quest? While all of this and much more was circling through his head he heard whispers behind the door. When suddenly two infantrial troops opened the door and young Tebaud walk up to him again.

Tebaud exclaimed "Sir, please take me with you!"

"Take you with me where? Into the throne room?

"No sir to yo— wait you don't know yet? I shouldn't ruin the surprise! Please do consider taking me though!"

As the boy quickly opened the throne room and slammed it behind him Seri began to wonder, what's the thing Seri was talking about? Have I done something wrong and Father is kicking me out of the castle. Is he sending me on a quest? While all of this and much more was circling through his head he heard whispers behind the door. When suddenly two infantrial troops opened the door and young Tebaud walk up to him again.

"Oyez, Oyez, Oyez! All with lesser rank rise for Prince Seri, Son of Emperor Asselin, First in line for the throne of Gascoigne,—"

"Tebuad! Now is not the time for titles, it is his birthday tomorrow, and as we all know that's why he's here," Asselin exclaimed!

Yes sir, sorry m' Lord."

"Father, what are you talking about. Why did you summon me here?"

"Son, to grant you mothers one wish, that on your 20th birthday, you receive whatever you wish— within, reason."

The entire room was silent, quieter than a heart that beats no more. Everyone was looking at the king, in surprise, in anticipation for what was to come. The king began to feel pressured, like his lungs were bursting from the air turning hard to rock, like the fresh, strong rock of a new wall.