Prince Gabriel Wylie enters the assembly room, surrounded by members of his council, Kingsman, and family; draped in royal purple robes made from the finest silk and wool.
The hall was a mixture of elegance and refinement, furnished in red and white linens with flowers and candles, a complete contrast to its appearance just a few hours prior.
A long velvet mat parted the floor with nobles standing on the opposite sides of it. An older man with pure white hair, wearing religious robes, holding a scroll in his fragile hands, stood in front of the throne chairs.
The members of the council, including the Kingsman, shifted to the side in a fluent motion, allowing only the royal family and the future King to continue.
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King Gabriel stood ahead of the members of his council with Prince Fabian at his side, awaiting their arrival. Cipher was the last to pass through the gates with their bodies riding in front of him. The gates of the castle stood open to the people of the realm, who follow him to the royal crypt that housed the bodies of Queen Rosemore and King Phillip.
The royal family stood amongst the growing crowd with Kingsman circling around them. The bodies of their fallen were placed on a stone altar with the now empty cart being push out of view.
Prince Fabian was the first to speak with a heavy heart, giving a touching eulogy with tears rolling down his smooth skin. He places a blue flower-the king’s favorite, on each of their bodies and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.
King Gabriel was the second to speak, his voice trembles with every story he told. “Robert said that same joke when I was Fabian’s age, and I never got it until now,” he …show more content…
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The party continues into the night. The fields were lined with tents and several long tables with all of the late king and queen’s favorite foods and drinks. The party resembles the Festival of the Huntsman, with titles and non-titled, mingling together. The deaths of the king and queen have temperately faded the status line. “Thank you all for being here to help our family through this difficult time,” the King spoke to the crowd, standing near the tables. “Sadly, this seems all too familiar. Just three months ago, we bury my father, and now my brother lies beside him.” He raises his glass, still reeling from unresolved feelings of the loss. “May they find one another in the stars above. Until we all meet again.” He sips his wine, in which everyone else does the same.
“What about the prisoner?” a nobleman hollers through the crowd.
The people glance to him and back to the king, awaiting his answer.
“The prisoner will be executed tomorrow morning,” the king announces.
Prince Fabian sets down his goblet and moves passed Cipher and his
The hall was a mixture of elegance and refinement, furnished in red and white linens with flowers and candles, a complete contrast to its appearance just a few hours prior.
A long velvet mat parted the floor with nobles standing on the opposite sides of it. An older man with pure white hair, wearing religious robes, holding a scroll in his fragile hands, stood in front of the throne chairs.
The members of the council, including the Kingsman, shifted to the side in a fluent motion, allowing only the royal family and the future King to continue.
Displaying unity to those …show more content…
King Gabriel stood ahead of the members of his council with Prince Fabian at his side, awaiting their arrival. Cipher was the last to pass through the gates with their bodies riding in front of him. The gates of the castle stood open to the people of the realm, who follow him to the royal crypt that housed the bodies of Queen Rosemore and King Phillip.
The royal family stood amongst the growing crowd with Kingsman circling around them. The bodies of their fallen were placed on a stone altar with the now empty cart being push out of view.
Prince Fabian was the first to speak with a heavy heart, giving a touching eulogy with tears rolling down his smooth skin. He places a blue flower-the king’s favorite, on each of their bodies and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.
King Gabriel was the second to speak, his voice trembles with every story he told. “Robert said that same joke when I was Fabian’s age, and I never got it until now,” he …show more content…
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The party continues into the night. The fields were lined with tents and several long tables with all of the late king and queen’s favorite foods and drinks. The party resembles the Festival of the Huntsman, with titles and non-titled, mingling together. The deaths of the king and queen have temperately faded the status line. “Thank you all for being here to help our family through this difficult time,” the King spoke to the crowd, standing near the tables. “Sadly, this seems all too familiar. Just three months ago, we bury my father, and now my brother lies beside him.” He raises his glass, still reeling from unresolved feelings of the loss. “May they find one another in the stars above. Until we all meet again.” He sips his wine, in which everyone else does the same.
“What about the prisoner?” a nobleman hollers through the crowd.
The people glance to him and back to the king, awaiting his answer.
“The prisoner will be executed tomorrow morning,” the king announces.
Prince Fabian sets down his goblet and moves passed Cipher and his