Sims Medieval: The Kingdom of Zigohar

Cruelty and a Dream

After leaving the village, Arslan returned home to his royal castle. He searched around and didn't Know if he had a chef. Sure, he could ask someone-anyone for that matter if he had one. But having always lived as royalty, he usually never gets to do anything himself. Others always does things for him. Perhaps this could be his chance to try something new?

Arslan decided to go upstairs and try out cooking without much experience…..at all. Luckily there was a cooking book by his cooking pot. He picked it up and skimmed through it. He decided to make gruel.

Sure, a king deserved a better deal than just gruel, but he thought of it as a simple first step into cooking. Shouldn't be that difficult to make.

So Arslan very carefully followed the directions the book gave and over time, he accomplished his very first ever cooked food: gruel!

Arslan cheered and was so happy and excited to eat it. He sat down at his table, picked up his silver spoon and began to gobble it up!

He leaned back against his chair, full and content. It actually tasted quite yummy…

But suddenly Arslan stands from his chair and feels quite terrible!

“I-I feel like I'm gonna…”

Even before the king could finish his sentence, he immediately begins vomiting out his meal. He ends up feeling a bit better afterwards...but now there was a mess!

Everyone in this land has a fatal flaw. Arslan’s is where he has acid reflux. So Everytime he eats or drinks anything, doesn't matter what it is, he will throw up and get sick immediately afterwards.

“I thought I followed the directions correctly…” Arslan worried he might had did something wrong with his cooking. But there wasn't anything wrong with his cooking. It's simply that he has weak constitution.

But he never had this problem growing up...so it was merely something that was only just starting up.

After Arslan cleaned up the mess on the floor, he went to bed for a nap. When he arrived to his castel he was told he had guest. He didn't want to keep them waiting but after his trip outside of the castle he was hungry and exhausted. He promised he would come back down to greet everyone after resting up and they were completely fine with that.

He greeted the guest and as time worn on, a commoner darted into the room, slamming open the door.

“M-My Lord! There's a man in the town square. He pushed me into the mud and called me names! This can't happen in Zigohar!”

“A bully? In my kingdom? I don't think so! Please, lead me to him!”

With that, the man lead Arslan into the town square to the bully.

Arslan approaches the man and ask of him why he's been using such foul behavior by bullying others. The man simply spits at the king.

“You should be thrown into deathrow!” The man who lead Arslan to the bully was mildly offended by the bully's action. Spitting at his ruler was the most disrespectful thing you could possibly do! Such an act would get you executed!

“No, I'm not going to send him to deathrow. Your going to be spending time in the stocks to learn your lesson!”

The bully immediately panics.

“W-what? I was just messing around...hey!”

The constable arrives to arrest Aldous. Sometime later Arslan decided to visit the bully to see how he fared.

Arslan approaches the bully to see him in the stocks he was bound to. Arslan thought about it for a moment and this seemed a little cruel…

“Throw an egg at em!” One person shouted.

“Yeah, go get em your Highness!” Cheered another.

“No, throw a rotten tomato at em! That would be better!” Hollard another.

“T-throw an egg at him…?! And a tomato?!!” Arslan was completely shocked by his people's cries.

“Make em think twice about messing with the people!”

“The bully must be humiliated!”

Sure, what the bully did was wrong. But wasn't putting  him in the stocks a good enough of a punishment?

Arslan would glance to the bully and back to the people. He kept glancing back and forth, uncertain of what to do.

Was this a normal thing to do? Did most royalty do this kind of thing?

If only Arslan still had Daryun and Narsus by his side to help guide him…

Arslan had to make a decision...and he instantly decided to do the one thing he would later regret.

He takes an egg from one of his people who handed it to him, and tossed the egg at the man. The man was humiliated and enraged, and began shaking the stocks he was in.

Everyone cheered for Arslan however. But despite that, he couldn't feel joy or pride in what he just did. He felt regret and guilt.

“M'lord, thank you for responding to my plea for help. For your great kindness, I pledge to be  your loyal servant from this day forward. I will await you in the throne room.” The man bowed to Arslan.

Time passed and Arslan finally made it back to the castle. The sun was going down now. Two people approaches the king the moment he stepped in and bowed with an introduction.

“I, a traveling merchant, bring many luscious and succulent goods for your perusal. Please approach me for the most consummate services of my trade.” spoke the lady. She had short red hair.

“I'll make sure to do that. It's a pleasure to meet you.” Arslan smiles gently.

“Not to risk modest discourse, but the sign of a practiced bard is not only the melodious poetry of his musical compositions, but also stalwart, physique from his commitment to his craft.” It was a man who worn short, dirty blonde hair.

Arslan continued to greet many others greeting them one after another before he decided to go cook something upstairs, before heading to bed to get some sleep.

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As Lord Arslan slept, nascent feelings of comfort and happiness began to solidify into a beautiful dream. In the distance soft music was carried on a fragment spring breeze, and smiling faces cheered his approach. Arslan could see a shining golden road faded into a thick mist, though Arslan could almost make out a dark and still bed chamber, barely visible through the fog.

The dream seemed to have something to say. Lord Arslan would allow himself to be swept along by the cheering through towards the vision of paradise. What would come, would come.

As Lord Arslan walked amongst the blissful crowd, smiling and laughing along with them towards the vision of paradise, the scene at the end of the golden path began to fade. The throng surged forward as the scene dimmed, but the faster they charged, the quicker the world darkened around Arslan until he was left in nothing but a gray limbo.