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!!Oo43raDvH61 10/28/09(Wed)00:57 No.6465209“It’s a King’s duty to serve their country my liege. Every King is not just a man, but a symbol. He is above other men, much higher. His right to rule is that of which is given by the stars by right. People are always afraid. Can they eat? Can they love? Can they have their desires? The world seems so large, and they seem so small. How else can they survive?”
Freyr takes small steps toward the boy now who is still gazing out the window with hands and face mashed up against the glass. The boy doesn’t even appear to be listening.
“A king fit for Naheland?” You whisper. “Is there a king here who can save the people? Who can give them the hope for a better tomorrow? No, now, while he's happy, while he can't see you do it. He never has to know. There will never be another chance. You can say that Fermento was the one who did it."
Freyr is standing behind the boy now and he kneels down and places a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “It is coming to the time when you must bear your burden for your country.”
Motionless. Not a cloud in the sky, not a sound in the air. You look upon a scene frozen in time. How many seconds pass by? How many minutes? Could an eternity go by in this moment? What does it matter? To you? No? To the Lord, maybe. To the boy? Yes, yes it does.
"Yes, end his pain Lord Freyr. He does not need to see his land come to ruin, his kingdom divided between those petty nobles that damned you every waking moment, and those bestial barbarians. Kill him upon his father's blade. Your blade."
Standing up to his feet once again a sword raised high the boy is looking down at the soldiers and the city below. “Look Freyr! The Hussars are-”
There would be no more. The crown with fresh blond hair falls upon the red stained stone. |