"Harold." The king spoke up in a soft voice as he saw the young man enter the throne room.
"My king." He bowed deeply, before asking, "How may I prove to be of your service, milord?"
"Harold." He said again, his voice softer than before, his gaze disoriented, eyes glistening; almost hazed as he looked upon Harold.
"My king," he asked with a frown marring his face, "what's wrong?"
And then something unexpected happened.
Harold's eyes widened in surprise as, out of the blue, the almighty King fell down from his throne with a thud, an arrow made of silver protruding out of his back, his robe bloodied.
He rushed towards the King with a startled gasp.
"Milord-" though before he could do anything, a deep sigh left king's lips his parting words being, "Rebels. Rebels. Everywhere."
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The Insurgency
FanfictionInsurgency : An active revolt or uprising. Violent revolt against the government. "When injustice becomes law, rebellion becomes a duty..." A kingdom. A prince. A maid. A rebel and a revolt. Among the poisonous flames of hate, jealous...
