KING GARAM

Chapter 4

“Your father was killed by the poison of a witch, and now you wish to have all the witches of the land persecuted… but still, you wish to wed a witch, knowing fully well what she is?” Craven said, with a concerned tone.

She was a half-blood, but no one seems to consider that.

Garam sat up from the throne, rubbing his feasts together.

It would have been unwise to argue with Craven, he was not only wise but he had also counselled for the last king and the other before that.

Garam just listened quietly as he spoke most times.

“My lord, is she the one you wish to wed? and if so, why? There are many royal beauty’s round the kingdom, you could marry any one.”

“Are you done questioning your king?” Garam asked, unmoved.

“please forgive me.”

“I wish to wear the crown on my head. I wish to rule and take over from where my father had left behind. And if a single woman is what’s stopping me. I could even marry a dog.” Garam laughed.

Craven chuckled.

“You are indeed wise my lord.”

“Leave. I wish to be alone.” He declared.
Craven dropped his head to the floor, arms folded.

“If it pleases my lord.” With that he stormed out of the room.

As quickly as he left, the door was suddenly bolted open, as Bundont came rushing in with the other counsellors.

The day had just begun.

His many counsellors took their sits around the throne. Garam couldn’t even count the number of counsellors his father had taken.

Along with his brother Robert. A fierce knight of the kingdom, a proud and loyal one for that matter.

Shabazz the head of the counsel stood to his feet, bowed before Garam and said in a manner of Authority,

“Let the day’s work begin.”

McLouth a counsellor with a large white beard, and a fascinating plan white chainmail.

Garam heard great tales about him, how he had counselled for four Sumpter royal family.

“In the case of Madam Mazney’s death, and the case of the attack on the formal queen.” His voice, boomed.

His word set Garam on edge. The huge entrance doors slammed open and the Royal inspector came marching in.

It took almost forever for him to finally reach the heels of the throne, as he curtsied.

“My lord.” His voice well humbled. 

“Speak.” Garam demanded.

“Yes. my lord,” He cleared his throat.

“From the tests I have made on the diseased. Madam Mazney, you were right my lord. The poison that was placed in the cup is indeed Petabletra… Madam Mazney with all her fortune wouldn’t be able to afford the Petabletra Leafe.” The Royal inspector came forward, approaching with a document.

“For all who would know the Royal family. Petabletra is planted in the far side of the south, and it’s the work of the palace.

They are the only people with enough gold to purchase it. So, whoever tried to poison our previous queen was of the Royal family.” That was it, before the whole place erupted with a gasp of surprise and anger, even from Garam himself.

Robert arose to his feet and drew his sword, glaring with a cold look in his eyes.

“Do you listen to yourself at all? If this is untruthful you could be beheaded at onc_” before he could reply, the doors were hurled open again, it was Dorothy that came running in now.

A great trepidation folded across his face causing him to look much older.
Shabazz stood up once again,

“We have a serious meeting undergoing. I believe whatever you have to say can wait until afterwards.” He demanded. Dorothy bowed before Garam,

Garam was already too tensed to speak.

“I am sorry, my lord. But I believe the case at hand is too urgent to be put on hold.” Dorothy announced.

“Then what are you waiting for, speak!” Robert said, still with a clear uneasiness. As well as, the way he placed his hand on the handle of his blade.

“Madam Mazney’s sisters were found hanging in the towns square this morning.”

Bloody hell, things had just gotten a hell lot worse. But Garam on the other hand didn't seem to care.