Y Tair Brenhiniaeth
16-04-2009, 21:57
OOC: For now this is closed but it will open up. TG me if you wish to join when it is open.
IC:
Escanceaster Castle, Dumnonia
“Yes my King?”
King Edward V looked toward his advisor with suspicious eyes. Morgana wasn't it? He rarely remembered the names of his servants.
He was King of Dumnonia and as such had considerable power within the three Kingdoms. The two other kingdoms, Sunne-Frumcyn and Miesemokolo, had little compared to his own. Or rather as he liked to believe. In truth they were equal, only the populations and land masses amongst other things weren't equal. Not everything could be after all. Out of the three planets of the triplet systems, Miesemokolo was the largest and most populated. Dumnonia was the smallest but was more densely populated.
Edward was a white middle-aged man with greying hair, advancing in years. It took until his second wife to gain a male heir. Wolfram had his fathers same blue eyes that could often look intimidating but had taken his mothers blond hair instead of his fathers dark brown hair. A fact that often frustrated Edward as he himself had both his fathers eyes and hair colour.
“That boy King,” Edward mentioned.
He stopped what he was about to say and stared intently at Morgan, Morgana or was it Deborah? He didn't actually care.
“My King?” his advisor then asked.
The King tapped his chin, he would chose his words very carefully because he believed, no knew that there were spies within his court. They would have to be found out and secretly executed.
“He is not his fathers son,” he said. “He does not know how one should rule a Kingdom...”
“A dangerous thought to think... my King.” A robed figure emerged from the shadows. “Yes, King Abioye XIII is young, as you once were, as your sons are now. Should you be struck down by death now, your eldest son and Crown Prince will ascend the throne at a younger age.”
Edward sneered at the newcomer. “I will die an old man,” he announced. “That is the destiny I am foretold.”
“And with words like that... destinies change,” the hooded figure said. “Is your eldest son ready should you die? I think not my King, Dumnonia will be in grave danger should you pass.”
“Guards!” the King barked. “Take him away.”
With a wave of the Kings hand, the hooded figure was taken away. Before the guards had even left the room, the hooded figure had vanished.
The King knew he would be back however...
Êjê Májêmú Castle, Miesemokolo
King Abioye XIII paced his bedroom. He stopped to look out from the balcony. Beyond the castle walls was the vast grasslands of Koríko Plain. He knew that beyond that was the Kingdoms capital, Ìlú ti Mamoese.
Abioye was a young black boy of twelve. His blue braided hair looked intense against his dark skin. Some envied his blue hair while plenty of girls fawned over him. He expected that they were only being pressured by their parents to be his Queen. An idea he didn't like, his father had often warned that it would be hard for him to find true love as a royal leader. However his father had often told him many times how he had met his mother.
His traditional royal robes were beginning to itch against his skin. He would have liked to wear what he always wore but tradition dictated otherwise. Tradition was something that the boy king wasn't much into but at the behest of the elders he followed the traditions. After all, the traditions were still very important to the kingdom.
In the distance he could see a heard of deers crossing the grass plain. There was what looked to be a lion dragging a carcass away. He had missed the chase. They were common in the area and it wouldn't be too long before he could see it once again.
Abioye placed a hand against the glass and sighed. Down in the courtyard he could see children playing. How he wished that he could join them.
“Father, I will not let you down,” he quietly said to himself.
The elders had warned him of the disquiet from certain quarters about his age as he ascended the throne. A certain King from Dumnonia appeared to be the ringleader. Edward had had a grudge against his father so Abioye guessed that it was only natural that he'd have one against him as well.
King Abioye XII had died in battle amongst the stars. A real King fought amongst his men, Edward had always stayed on Dumnonia and led from afar. The thing Abioye worried about was the elders holding him back. From a very young age he had learned the ways of a Miesemokoloan warrior and in the last year he had began training to fly a fighter. His father however had died aboard a battleship when it had come under fire from an unknown source.
Abioye blocked the thought of his fathers dying moments from his mind. Instead he thought to Edward and the likelihood of Dumnonia's betrayal. The three Kingdoms had an alliance that wasn't easy to keep a hold on considering the Dumnonian Kings thirst for power. He wanted to extend his Kingdom but not if either Abioye or King Takeshi had anything to do with it. Though they couldn't really stop Edward from taking over other systems, they could dissuade him. All that would come to nought if he truly became greedy and launched attacks on both Miesemokolo and Sunne-Frumcyn.
The Miesemokoloan King knew that would be foolish to distrust Edward. The alliance was built upon trust, without trust there would be no alliance.
However he couldn't help but think part of Edwards problem was due to race since he aslo had a slight mistrust of King Takeshi whose features were Oriental in nature.
“Your Majesty, are you alright in there?” came a voice.
Aeron, his main servant. It was no surprise that he would ask about him.
“Yes, I am fine,” Abioye replied.
“You left the throne room rather abruptly and left everyone wondering.”
Abioye sighed. It didn't matter if he stayed there or not, it was just a case of just sitting there and that he found, was extremely boring and tedious.
“Ìdì òn,” he said hoping Aeron had still yet to learn most of the local language.
There seemed to be no reply from his servant. Perhaps Aeron had decided not to bother him further. As King, the time he spent alone was now a luxury he rarely got.
It was now quiet out there but not too quiet for Abioye. Pleased with the peace, he took off the itchy robes and put on something more comfortable. A t-shirt and pair of shorts and went to lie down on his bed. He took out a book and began to read it, hopefully it would be a while before he'd be called out to another official engagement.
Tagidimachinyi Castle, Edo
King Takeshi knelt as he drank his afternoon tea. His advisor's bowed and knelt before him.
“Trouble comes this way,” The Sunnish King mentioned. “I can taste it within this tea.”
Placing the cup down on the table in front of him he looked to each of his advisor's.
“So King Edward V does indeed dislike the boy King,” he said to himself. “Troubling indeed. We must sort this out before King Edward V crosses the line which is what we all fear he may very well do.”
“So what do you plan on doing?” one of his advisor's asked.
The King tapped his chin. “That is indeed the question I am seeking.”
“How much can you trust Edward V?” the words of his wife, Queen Yukiko.
“Not a lot,” the King admitted with a sigh. “You know just how he is, paranoid and distant. I do fear for his son actually.”
Yukiko nodded. “Young Wolfram is indeed in trouble if King Edward goes to far.”
“The tea states that Abioye and Wolfram are the future,” Takeshi said, looking into his cup. “Now that Abioye has had his coronation that future is halfway here, perhaps we may find Wolfram's coronation comes sooner rather then later...”
IC:
Escanceaster Castle, Dumnonia
“Yes my King?”
King Edward V looked toward his advisor with suspicious eyes. Morgana wasn't it? He rarely remembered the names of his servants.
He was King of Dumnonia and as such had considerable power within the three Kingdoms. The two other kingdoms, Sunne-Frumcyn and Miesemokolo, had little compared to his own. Or rather as he liked to believe. In truth they were equal, only the populations and land masses amongst other things weren't equal. Not everything could be after all. Out of the three planets of the triplet systems, Miesemokolo was the largest and most populated. Dumnonia was the smallest but was more densely populated.
Edward was a white middle-aged man with greying hair, advancing in years. It took until his second wife to gain a male heir. Wolfram had his fathers same blue eyes that could often look intimidating but had taken his mothers blond hair instead of his fathers dark brown hair. A fact that often frustrated Edward as he himself had both his fathers eyes and hair colour.
“That boy King,” Edward mentioned.
He stopped what he was about to say and stared intently at Morgan, Morgana or was it Deborah? He didn't actually care.
“My King?” his advisor then asked.
The King tapped his chin, he would chose his words very carefully because he believed, no knew that there were spies within his court. They would have to be found out and secretly executed.
“He is not his fathers son,” he said. “He does not know how one should rule a Kingdom...”
“A dangerous thought to think... my King.” A robed figure emerged from the shadows. “Yes, King Abioye XIII is young, as you once were, as your sons are now. Should you be struck down by death now, your eldest son and Crown Prince will ascend the throne at a younger age.”
Edward sneered at the newcomer. “I will die an old man,” he announced. “That is the destiny I am foretold.”
“And with words like that... destinies change,” the hooded figure said. “Is your eldest son ready should you die? I think not my King, Dumnonia will be in grave danger should you pass.”
“Guards!” the King barked. “Take him away.”
With a wave of the Kings hand, the hooded figure was taken away. Before the guards had even left the room, the hooded figure had vanished.
The King knew he would be back however...
Êjê Májêmú Castle, Miesemokolo
King Abioye XIII paced his bedroom. He stopped to look out from the balcony. Beyond the castle walls was the vast grasslands of Koríko Plain. He knew that beyond that was the Kingdoms capital, Ìlú ti Mamoese.
Abioye was a young black boy of twelve. His blue braided hair looked intense against his dark skin. Some envied his blue hair while plenty of girls fawned over him. He expected that they were only being pressured by their parents to be his Queen. An idea he didn't like, his father had often warned that it would be hard for him to find true love as a royal leader. However his father had often told him many times how he had met his mother.
His traditional royal robes were beginning to itch against his skin. He would have liked to wear what he always wore but tradition dictated otherwise. Tradition was something that the boy king wasn't much into but at the behest of the elders he followed the traditions. After all, the traditions were still very important to the kingdom.
In the distance he could see a heard of deers crossing the grass plain. There was what looked to be a lion dragging a carcass away. He had missed the chase. They were common in the area and it wouldn't be too long before he could see it once again.
Abioye placed a hand against the glass and sighed. Down in the courtyard he could see children playing. How he wished that he could join them.
“Father, I will not let you down,” he quietly said to himself.
The elders had warned him of the disquiet from certain quarters about his age as he ascended the throne. A certain King from Dumnonia appeared to be the ringleader. Edward had had a grudge against his father so Abioye guessed that it was only natural that he'd have one against him as well.
King Abioye XII had died in battle amongst the stars. A real King fought amongst his men, Edward had always stayed on Dumnonia and led from afar. The thing Abioye worried about was the elders holding him back. From a very young age he had learned the ways of a Miesemokoloan warrior and in the last year he had began training to fly a fighter. His father however had died aboard a battleship when it had come under fire from an unknown source.
Abioye blocked the thought of his fathers dying moments from his mind. Instead he thought to Edward and the likelihood of Dumnonia's betrayal. The three Kingdoms had an alliance that wasn't easy to keep a hold on considering the Dumnonian Kings thirst for power. He wanted to extend his Kingdom but not if either Abioye or King Takeshi had anything to do with it. Though they couldn't really stop Edward from taking over other systems, they could dissuade him. All that would come to nought if he truly became greedy and launched attacks on both Miesemokolo and Sunne-Frumcyn.
The Miesemokoloan King knew that would be foolish to distrust Edward. The alliance was built upon trust, without trust there would be no alliance.
However he couldn't help but think part of Edwards problem was due to race since he aslo had a slight mistrust of King Takeshi whose features were Oriental in nature.
“Your Majesty, are you alright in there?” came a voice.
Aeron, his main servant. It was no surprise that he would ask about him.
“Yes, I am fine,” Abioye replied.
“You left the throne room rather abruptly and left everyone wondering.”
Abioye sighed. It didn't matter if he stayed there or not, it was just a case of just sitting there and that he found, was extremely boring and tedious.
“Ìdì òn,” he said hoping Aeron had still yet to learn most of the local language.
There seemed to be no reply from his servant. Perhaps Aeron had decided not to bother him further. As King, the time he spent alone was now a luxury he rarely got.
It was now quiet out there but not too quiet for Abioye. Pleased with the peace, he took off the itchy robes and put on something more comfortable. A t-shirt and pair of shorts and went to lie down on his bed. He took out a book and began to read it, hopefully it would be a while before he'd be called out to another official engagement.
Tagidimachinyi Castle, Edo
King Takeshi knelt as he drank his afternoon tea. His advisor's bowed and knelt before him.
“Trouble comes this way,” The Sunnish King mentioned. “I can taste it within this tea.”
Placing the cup down on the table in front of him he looked to each of his advisor's.
“So King Edward V does indeed dislike the boy King,” he said to himself. “Troubling indeed. We must sort this out before King Edward V crosses the line which is what we all fear he may very well do.”
“So what do you plan on doing?” one of his advisor's asked.
The King tapped his chin. “That is indeed the question I am seeking.”
“How much can you trust Edward V?” the words of his wife, Queen Yukiko.
“Not a lot,” the King admitted with a sigh. “You know just how he is, paranoid and distant. I do fear for his son actually.”
Yukiko nodded. “Young Wolfram is indeed in trouble if King Edward goes to far.”
“The tea states that Abioye and Wolfram are the future,” Takeshi said, looking into his cup. “Now that Abioye has had his coronation that future is halfway here, perhaps we may find Wolfram's coronation comes sooner rather then later...”