The New Lords

A Tragedy

"Surely you don't mean that father. Even your throne as the emperor of a new lord?"

"Yes even that Seri," Asselin said calmly.

"Father, I believe I know what I want, but may I step out into the hall quickly with Tebuad?"

"Yes, I guess..."

Seri grabbed Tebuad roughly by the arm and yanked him out into the hall.

"HOW, did you know what I would choose!" I haven't told anyone about that goal, How do you know!"

"Well, sir, umm, I maybeprophetic..." Tebuad muttered.

"What?!"

"I am prophetic. I see the future of anyone I focus on, but first I see a tragedy." Tebaud solemnly said.

"What, is the tragedy you saw for me?"

"It's to late to prevent it."

"What do you—

Glass broke, a sudden, high-pitched scream pierced through the air between them. A think of a heavy object hit the ground. Yells echoed from the throne room. One person yelled, "The royals!!" Tebuad and Seri looked at each other, a frantic, animal like look in their eyes before they through open the throne room.

The king, and queen were both lying on the floor, a shattered glass window. A crossbow shaft had implanted itself just to the left of the center of the queens heart. The king was unconscious, breathing, however slightly. Young Prince Seri ran to his mother and held her in his arms as alchemists (doctors) ran in and began treating the king. The prince asked them to help his mother, but she was already dead. Their was much sobbing throughout the room, but no one cried as much as the prince himself. Tebuad sat their with the prince comforting him, they sat the from just past prime until tierce (6:00 A.M. to 9:00 P.M.) Well after men had come and collected the queens body to be buried in a ceremony the next day. A man no more than 18 years old ran into the room.

"Prince, your father has woken up and would like to talk to you. You expected that the young boy with you would come too."

"Thank you Rampston, the royal office I presume."

The man nods and leaves the room. A hollow thud as the door closes behind him. Tebuad helps the prince up.

"Sir, we must be going, your father will want to see you as soon as possible."

"Tebaud, please escort me down to see him, and thank you for your help."

Tebuad quickly thanks the prince back and begins to lead the prince to where his father stays while the prince cries fill the halls, quicker than even the fastest flood.