Life Recreated

Albus

17

The court was summoned today by the King, 

'He's mother is behind this,' said Sir Montgomery. 'Sure of it.'

Albus has suspected it as well. The court was packed with all of its political attributes; to the secretary of foreign affairs to the master of coins.

They sat there for hours, unbend. talking it over. 

'The King is too ill to be listened to,' sounded Albus. 'we must not take his account for selection.'

'My good honourable friend,' the master of coins said. 'surely this we can not do. He is our king still.'

'A sick man, is no man, but a child again. even kings.'

The court roused. 

'Please, my fellow collogues,' Albus tried to calm the court down, unsuccessfully. 'The King's Mother spends all her time with him, sooth talking and brain washing his mind. planted her ideas into his. We can not adjourn. the lady Dada, has proposed we either crown her bastard son, or the queen of Scots, threatening with war if we do not comply. This is talk of madness. We can not take the King's words into law.' 

Some men agreed, others felt it would mean treason not to uphold the king's will. 

'the king's words is law!' 

'treasonist!'

Albus sighted. The stress of the king's affair had rewarded him with a massive migraine. He remembered a much more easier time, when King Henry had the crown. He was a young man of twenty, when he served court. England was in prosperity, and riches. Men were fat, women smiling in summer time, and children playing games in times of peace.

When Philip had taken the throne, all of that changed. 

'Princess Magnolia, shall restore the peace!' Albus begged, but most of court had their preferences set either on Harry or the lady Mary of Dome. 

  The doors swung inward. The whole of court fell deaf. 

The king was carried in by a huge man. He lay motionless and unresponsive in his arms, swagging occasionally to his right, smudged in blood.His lady mother followed behind them. 

The court bended their knees. 'All hail his Grace, protector of the realm, anointed by god, his majesty King Philip.'

'Ah, yes,' the King began to spoke in spades. 'how very good.' 

'Your majesty,' Sir Otis said. 'what an honour to have you in court.'

The King smiled weakly. 'Yes, yes, yes. I can imagine so. put me down Waldo'

The huge man seated the king on a chair. 

'I understand the court has been fussing about my successor, now that the Duke is dead?'

'Uhm, well yes your grace. We have, uhm, well an indifference about who it ought to be. I myself of course believe it should be whomever you choose it to be.' 

the king turned to look at his mother. 

'The King has found his successor.' Dada informed the court. 

'found his successor?' the court asked.

'Oh, yes, it will be his sister, the Queen of scots.'

Albus had feared so.

'This we can not allow. England will not stand for it.'

'Treason!' the king's mother yelled, and the huge man took sir Remus's neck in his hand and twisted it until a funny sound left him dead.

The court fell silent. 

'The King has made his choice, now this matter is finally adjured. England and Scotland will be joined into one Kingdom, and one sovereign state.'

This was no good. This was horrible. 

'half of Europe won't stand for it,' Albus let himself be heard. 'they will see this conversion as a great threat. We will be at war once more. this will mean death in tolls. If England and Scotland is put into one united kingdom, there shall have to be peace in order to settle the contracts and agreements. The realm will be in ruins over this, and if France, Spain and Portugal attacks we shall not survive a recovery.' 

The king's mother simpered. fuck 'em.