The book of rose

The fallen king I

Fallen King​ I

The Lersinean Empire. Ruling over many star systems, it can even be considered a Galactic Empire in terms of power. It is ruled under a system of sami constitutional monarchy, but there was a constant tug of war between the Emporer and the Parliament.

emperor Nicolas Le Francir, head of the house of Francir, and will be later known as
"The Fallen King"

In a room filled to the brim with expensive items; paintings hanging on every available surface on the walls. Small piles of jewellery lying around. With a plain wooden desk in the middle of it all. Placed near a floor to ceiling window.

A man sat in a Throne like chair behind the desk. A tall and slender man. With hair as dark as the abyss. And irises that resemble the colour of blood, He suddenly became all the more intimidating.

He wore a royal uniform which was a nice black that contrasted well with the white Buttons made of soft pure gold that kept everything together. A white aiguillette hanging on his shoulder, A golden raven medal hanging on his neck.

A simple yet elegent crown rests on his head. Adorned with a red, white and emerald green diamond. The gems sit on the index, right and left of the crown respectively.
Each gem represents something.
The red for the Red King, the white for the White Country and the emerald green representing the Goddess of Darkness Nokias the patron God of lersinean and Allia illtus the Goddess of temptation

This was Nicolas Le Francir. The Emperor of the greater Lersinean Empire.

He leant back on his chair and sighed.

'I never thought that being emperor was so stressful.' He muttered to himself as he reached out to grab a jug of water. He poured it into his glass and was drinking when a knock sounded on the door.

'Who is it?' He called.

'its me sire. your Royal Guard' Came a reply.

'Come in then.'

The man walked into the room and bowed respectfully, before delivering his report.
'Duke Oleander Nerium requests an audience with you Your Majesty.'

'Oh. Very well, let him in then.'

The guard bowed again walk backward to his post in front of the King's Study and informed Duke Oleander that he may enter.

The Duke was a head shorter than Nicolas and skinny. bright green hair framed brilliantly with emerald green eyes. Which was currently scanning the absolute mess the room was in.
He wore the Imperial Royal Uniform which was a white tunic with a bach white vest inside. On top of his head were a bicorne that were worn side to side with cockade attached to the bicorne.
On the left side of the uniform. More medals than people would care to count was pinned to the uniform. Showing the amount of achievements and contributions he had made to the Empire.

One medal caught my eye. It was shaped in a cross made of gold with a red diamond sitting in the middle. It was quite glamorous.

I awarded him the medal because of his contribution to the nation, and to the redchest citizens. I've always wondered why he cared so much about them.

Little did I know that he brought grave news with him while I was lost in some of my thoughts.

I noticed the worried expression on his face as he walked closer, an expression that is rarely seen on the calm and composed Duke.

'Good evening Nicolas.' He greeted in an oddly calm and stiff manner, which contradicts the expression on his face.

Something was wrong.