Chapter 1- Sick king, sick lands.
1004 - Reign of Leophold the IIIrd, The Old.
The royal city of Rethan was booming with energy and life all around the markets and the farms near the lake Garal, the walls of stone, protecting the city since the founding in the 836 year, were starting to crack, mirroring the state of the kingdom. The life keeps going as usual, but the state, what marked the founding of society was starting to crack. The once mighty king of Rethan was no longer mighty, having delegated most of his powers onto the council, and by the day, the problems just kept on coming by.
A man looks from the inner walls of the city, an elderly man. He's almost in his seventies, the hair that once was golden was now silvery, and the passing of time wasn't forgiving on his skin. His clothings were mundane, but not common, made of fine silk and cloth. Next to him, what appears to be a soldier, strapped in a metal chest piece, linen black beret and a spear, firm, both looking into the horizon.
The old man sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "
...My time is coming to an end." he said to the wind, like a whisper to himself and the walls. The guard doesn't seem surprised at such display, as if this wasn't the first time the man was there. "
Ever since my father ruled, I was always envious of his... resolve. And now, here I am. In the same place he was before me, and I am nothing but a shadow of what he was." He looked back to the guard with a complimentary smile, a calm smile, but an abnormally calm one. The smile of the hopeless, the road's ending. "
You shouldn't be so rough on yourself, your highness." spoke a deepish and sheepish voice, as the door from the vigilance tower next to them shrieked open to reveal a man with crooked back, as if he was in a constant bow clothed in all black and with no hair. "
Ah, Listranomos. You came at last."
The old man looked at him and, as if one looked at an old friend since long ago, he smiled. Listranomos, royal chancellor, walked near with a slow pace, his feet dragging, never leaving the ground, and once upon the man, he lightly bowed, a bow that was answered with a pat on his back. "
What is what you needed, sir?" "
Tell me, my old friend... For how long have we met?" "
Hard to say, it's been very long ago. For most of our lives, sir. Why?" "
You remember well how my father was. Admired by everyone, just, noble... No wonder he was acclaimed by the people." "
You are no less, your grace. Your father, may the gods have him in their glory, had its flaws as well." "
We are humans after all, but still, it's hard to bear." "Bear what, Leophold?" "The fact that for all I could have done, all the improvements that should have been done, I didn't do all I wanted to." "Your father, Thaderan, had the same doubts." "And how do you know so much?" "You've known me for a while now, your grace. You aren't the only one who comes from a lineage. Even if my blood is not as royale as yours, I still have some blood from the founders." "...I'm old. And I don't have a heir." "That is, indeed... A problem. And a big one."
Listranomos and Leophold begun to slowly walk over the inner walls, talking about themselves. About their lives in courts, for how long had they met. A king's life not only consists on acting as a ruler. A ruler also needs a friend.
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...Gather the Council for next month. I fear I shall not remain here for long, and we will need a heir. Or else... I fear a war will come" Leophold said with sadness and anxiety in his heart and soul, for he, deep down knew what would happen. His father expanded the kingdom far over its natural fronteirs, and was getting too hard to be mantained for only one person, so he convoqued a council to rule the kingdom with him. And as the years came by, the kingdom was more of a Councildom, for they ruled more and more, and the king ruled less and less, the noble families, the members of such assembly took the opportunity to seize power for themselves and away from the King. And under the appearance of normality, of loyality, a coup was starting to form.
That very same day, Listranomos gathered the scribes and, once the announcement was redacted, letters were sent with the personal messengers of the king to the counts, to the members of the Council.
Three days later, Leophold was struck with a deep sickness, his skin pale and severe delirium. And, on his chambers, only in company of his old friend Listranomos, Leophold gave his last breath.
The king is dead.