Wagons turn at the side, they came to a row.
Lordaeral looks so magical like the sunray turns into a nebula as it shines through between the barbicans, chirping of birds are notwithstanding the night, the smell of freshness fills the air. Guardsmen of Lordaeral marched down behind the opening portcullis, the sound of a parade, the melody of the flutes, horns, and harps sways with the dancing flag.
The silver armored black knights stomping in the stones opened once more as another visitor has arrived. Marches came forward and onto the outer curtain wall, Squads of men formed at the drawbridge for the bowmen making way to the great halls and wagons going to the grand kitchens. The ingredients are fresh and ready to be cooked, serve to the long dining table.
Lordaeral Castle's Bailey is full of people drinking beers and wines, wooden seats are already occupied well no seats left for the people who came late so they stood there for quite a while [https://img.wattpad.com/d7a22f85c6d5011dfb7cab66d9eac206804e0906/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4a5f764b6a436d796871615751773d3d2d313130353239313936312e313662623035666439376635353532623633373138383532333134382e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Lordaeral Castle's Bailey is full of people drinking beers and wines, wooden seats are already occupied well no seats left for the people who came late so they stood there for quite a while. Guards are all over the place in case of any dispute between the people and the council, and rivals. The Four Rivals will arrive soon, they will step into the platform and let it all out in one crowd. On the right side, the second step, a row of golden seats.
Lady Marely Feriel, a constable and keeper of the seal which gave her big gratitude when it comes to criminal justice. Her golden short hair, Green Gouna dressed within her to hide her true terror, at the age of fifty-eight she still gets called Big words with a Big heart some would say, but some say she torture someone with her deadly locution as she steps onto a hot seat especially on the courtroom.
Sigils at the back inserted on the brick wall, behind the erected cobblestones the banners flying fixed the poles. Stallify of an Octopus sinking one's giant lophophore on a Dragon's decapitated head. Feriels of the Fierce, Dark Red pouncing Fox. Guardfreys of Kalamatian, a Bear's Large claws.
Lady Agratel Guardfrey of Kalamatian, Brown hair, broad tip nose, officially the youngest Woman to step onto the Court Lady at the age of twenty. Two women at the right with the arm of the guards including Lord Reyon, keeping them dignified and out of the danger. At the left side, Lord Artifar Saneya, a Hostarius and Royal Secretary of Sicaris Kingdom with his four knights at the right facing the crowd.
Besides the three cobblestones of Contenders, Queen Dester Saneya standing on her edge, the sister of Artifar Saneya at the platform, and behind her an erected flag of a black dragon flying up behind a red horizon ready for war [https://img.wattpad.com/79c5c93642838edf7c0a1b52a7cb5e98391599be/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f394b4c614631612d6c54347849513d3d2d313130353239313936312e313639353031393331313838646166303134303935343633373033372e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Besides the three cobblestones of Contenders, Queen Dester Saneya standing on her edge, the sister of Artifar Saneya at the platform, and behind her an erected flag of a black dragon flying up behind a red horizon ready for war. Her brown gown is bright-blazing like the sun with her brown hair making her look like the fourth Goddess of Aluthea.
Flutes rise up their rhythm, Chapel master of the Castle adjure the moment of royalty and the smell of bread from the Kitchen, smell of stews, turkeys, and barley being cooked making the noble people and peasant impatient. Queen Saneya protrude from the seat, this is the first for her to hold a coronation. The horn blasts out three times, echoed in the whole pack, trembling the whole structure.
'OOooooooOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!, OOoooooooOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!, OOoooooooooooOOOOOOHHHH!'
Gossiping and talking halted by a deep mist of tempo as a call of attention as the event begins. Queen Dester of Sicaris steps foot onto the middle carpet as she stands up with her dauntlessness, courage, and beauty.
Queen Dester: Welcome great lords and ladies, noblemen, marshals, and all neighbor, one own flesh and blood, to the voting coronation. We are privileged this morning to have all of you and our presence royalty and nobility onto this land strong and broad. Let the rivalries arrive.
The carpet bright and clean, two columns of swordsmen raised their swords forming an arch for the honored rivalries. Their gown and armors are glittering like the sun, the presence, possibility, glimpse of hope to the land embraced by disparity.
Queen Dester: From Kingdom Sicaris, her highness, Princess Sandra Saneya.
Artifar and Queen's applause together with the music from the tall walls' windows is vigorous as her sister came up mounted on her beauty, she has and a gorgeous Gouna mounted on her armored Friesian. The Brown-haired Princess tends to be sitting sideways with a knight behind for shielding. A steward and her keeper of the seal of Sicaris, she obligated her sister to become a part of the land apart and give her own splendid skills of ruling a Kingdom like how good she was, allowing her to sit on the splendid throne at the top of the castle catching the glimpse of her solemnity.
Queen Dester: Ohh my sister, you look stunning.
Glitters of green got into her palms as she holds the shoulder of her sister. Brown wavy hair with gorgeous brown eyes and an adorable smile catches in front of the crowd like a real heir to the Dragon Throne. Peck in the side can feel the softness of her cheek, making all men want to do it as well. Stepped up on the cobblestone erected at the platform with her red pennon, gazed at the wide mass of crowd staring back at her.
Queen Dester: From Kingdom Reviathan, Meister of the Selizel City, Sir Raven Venalia.
Broad, a big knight, saddled and giddy-up in his black armored Shire, a warhorse. From solleret to beavor he shines like a silver, a face that has nothing to fear. Swinging his Slarkine Estoc Sword, the steal is glimmering in royalty, the fearlessness of pricking one's armor is no joke. Agaal and his comrades behind the parapet wall glance at his brother with amazement. Swinging the blade seemingly can kill a platoon, hanging weeds and vines long enough like a hair of a woman.
The scale of a fish dazzles thus the beauty of one's weapon is enough to win the eyes of many crowds. Not only he protected the King from many battles, but he also hands freedom and equal rights for the Selizel City. Farm free, Nakilaes are not corrupted, Happy and no food are lacking, no smiles are missing. He showed his sword into the crowd until he stepped into the podium with the clinging sound of iron clothed in him. Bratty stares are seen in Princess Sandra's beautiful eyes while the man is walking with a warrior gesture.
Princess Sandra: Good luck, I wish you wouldn't steal that from me. she giggled, the princess known from the city of dragon feeling pity for the man. She smiled, teasing him.
Raven: If you steal that throne from me I'll make sure it'll bite you.
Laughed hysterically, both smiles are satirized, both individuals desperate to take the throne worth dying for, land worth caring for, and an army worth fighting as he or she commands what destiny must be taken by the archipelago. Breeze has shown itself, another female beauty with power came through the carpet.
Queen Dester: Rio Hallery of Castle Egareth, Dragon Mistress of The Burning winds.
Came through the miles from Kingdom Sicaris to Reviathan, Grand Woman-at-arms guards and patrol the Island possesses Aluthea. Nurture the moment to show them the real power inside the clouds high above the sky and show the pride on her blue armored mini skirt, Manifest her rights to show what the beauty and strength of a woman have. Wrist weighted with a baby indigo dragon, ice sharped head same color as her hair, fangs showing, smoke surfs out of its mouth while both riding a horse.
In astonishment, they had never seen a baby wyvern this fierce even they never need a guard. Never a chain is bonded upon the body, such a disciplined little monster futuristically freezing a whole city or breaking a mountain apart thinking that this tiny one can do that upon his age is terrifying. Waving at the opposite hand as she steps the podium. The prettiness leaked out of the crowd as the dragon tilting its head while standing at a top of the cobblestone, high pitched adorable baby roars can be heard like she knows her mother's growl very well, spitting mini frost breath that astounded everyone.
The prettiness leaked out of the crowd as the dragon tilting its head while standing at a top of the cobblestone, high pitched adorable baby roars can be heard like she knows her mother's growl very well, spitting mini frost breath that astounded... [https://img.wattpad.com/146d1f8020de57d1e6860cf96b2b25680466746c/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f646b4c347465716d496e6a6e65773d3d2d313130353239313936312e313639353031396161616437323532613538313037373131393539312e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Yelling came up intensely as three of them bowed and raised each of their pride pennons. Each of them, regardless of the ranks, yell a specific name to scorch on. Claps and Yells, the melody never stopped from the harps, hurdy-gurdy, and flutes. The ambiance is magical like the winds above them, the rainbow slurs as if the nebula tells that tomorrow will be better than today, the laws will be different than what they used to.
The mess will get foreshorten and another hope will shine through the Kingdom Reviathan. A Thirty-eight ton Great Tower bell rings again, three load bangs that vibrate the halls and walls of the castle, shutting everyone's mouth to give attention to the King himself. King Agarino Stallify II goes slowly one by one on the stairs, his royal mantle in front of a puffed wolf sleeve, still intact his dignity, Beard drape as a man of twenty-one years of ruling.
Agarino II: As this is a most welcome and saddest day for some of you, the presence of everyone is blessed, the attendance of the most honored guests of the castle. I gladly thank the Bishops, Monarchs, Armies, and People of every city and every town of several adjoining kingdoms. I'm disheartened to state to all of you that I concede to dismiss the throne since my age of fifty-three, I already lost hope because of my condition. I can't convey you by my fading strength, I can't enunciate as loud as I do to command the armies to follow my lead to bring you all to alleviation. By my seal and my country's sigil, none shall take the throne same as my blood, my kin. I want all of you to feel the privilege of selecting from these three demanded rivals to seat after me, the seat where a ruler must take you to a different road, pavement, or a path to make a better homeland. Thank you for Twenty-one years of affray against injustice, crime, destruction of centralized authority, invasions, and annihilate what's the scheme of the rival perpetrate on our islands. This will not last long, Thank you all for coming miles away for a new coronation.
His slightly ragged voice still tends to catch with everyone. Tingling of his fingers is seen as the legend getting old invulnerably.
Some cry, some taste hope, cheers of appreciation can be heard as the former King had settled his decisions. After his farewell speech, small flags were raised by everyone in the castle, including knights that raised the pennons. A ritual started, Guardsmen of Lordaeral helped him to unclothe the mantle, the cheers of men and ladies brought out as the clothe clear out of his aged body. The cloth smells as old as his reign; it sifts and echoes of suffering, tragedies, gifts, and happiness; burned in the fire of the ritual carved, blue and black painted dragon eye right below the throne and in front of the rivals, jury, and horde. Burns, a plume of smoke touched the throne high above, The blow of freedom to choose had already made an appearance.
Introduction and Plan of action must be mentioned during the speech, and so it began.
Lady Rio: I pay my respect for this two for me to be the first to talk for my platforms.
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Rio Hallery, the dragon bearer came first to talk the orderings. The cobblestone had a purpose as she needs to be behind it, her enthusiasm made its way into the front, happily convince the fellow people to vote for her.
Lady Rio: As the sun goes shine onto the light of the castle, Lords and Ladies, and all my Kins. Thank you for coming, You're all the sunshine I needed to be atop of that royal throne. Under the aegis of my little savage friend, stands tall like a hieroglyph of a Kingdom's strength and protection indeed.
Her face filled with a smile taking a good hard look at the people staring at her glittering dress as she walks past the other rivals.
The little dragon flew by like a javelin shot out of the potent hand. From head to tail shadow glare in the vanguard of the sun. A burst of Chilling Ice came out of its mouth while it's spinning and riding the winds of the breeze, wow-ing by the spits and aw of the cuteness, leaving everyone's eyes popped out of its sockets.
Lady Rio: ARCTIC BURN! [https://img.wattpad.com/c860d79e8a35c6fd2dcb92ad06964c250481fc02/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f46575a73657468693936737a78673d3d2d313130353239313936312e313662623035653432303736316662613634333337303530343931392e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Lady Rio: ARCTIC BURN!
She grunted the magical word that a dragon can act, aim to convince and make the crowd fell in love not only by her look but what she got on the unleashed.
Lady Rio: This is not it, although we face poverty and wealth at the same time, we need to make a balance in the terms of gender equality in terms of labor, women, and men seems to be separated in employ yes? So if I inherit that throne, I'll make sure throughout the clouds, without the presence of your queen around the clock. I know it's going to be a land of peace and take a look at ourselves as a hardworking, strong individual and the right justice will be served at every man and every lady of the Kingdom. I will never let everyone starve and shelter in the streets of the realm. Short isn't it? Yes? Momentary Speech for the Wide land I assure will handle soon. Thank you all for listening!"
A Strong tone on that 'Queen', the grace she wanted to be, still smiles as she talks, that smile melts everyone out together with her gorgeous eyes. The Dragon annoys the other rivals, eyes of that burning creature, small roars as it like laughing at them while the carrier; Rio, run her mouth on the face of the justice hungry horde. The crowd salutes, and chanted what they call. A short one, straight to the point, everyone agreed with the help of her mouth and the fascinating scene of the dragon, but it wasn't all.
'PRINCESS! THE DRAGON!'
Over and over giving pleasure into her ears and giving joy to the little one. She waved her hand to give appreciation and bowed. The magic of her smile and the future of her duties lights up the whole castle. Seeing the future from her words and own graceful wisdom and came back to her stone.
Marie Nakaela: She's magnificent isn't she?"
One of the Dragonmaiden of the Egareth, Marie Nakaela, complimented her proud bearing. Waving her hand to her sister-like above the Battlements of the castle, where they are the representative to display the beauty and power of Egareth.
Zayen Nakaela: She sure is.
Zayen Nakaela, her sister. They joined the Egareth since they're at the age of talking within the authority. Fighting for the right of women at the opposite island, sent to the next by fleeing with a single dragon came from that field and to give guidance and support for the running one of the realm.
Dragons as well on a row beside the towers, looking like a statue behind all of them warriors. Luckily the Dragons' weight doesn't crush the walls as they're fit for the body of the Lady Dragon Riders. They tend to use dragons fit for every guard and soldier for them to ride, chest hard like a shield and wings span big as they throw them shadows. Sisters' brother, Ragine Nakaela joined the forces of the freezing North, he doesn't want to be a knight of Egareth. Two rivals left, looking at each other as Rio stepped out of the crowd with pride in her eyes and joy in her smile.
Raven: Ladies first.
Raven told Sandra mixed with ego at his tongue. Sandra's eyes are glowing variegated by self-worth and teasing. She turns her eyes on the crowd waiting for them to speak up.
Princess Sandra: Yes, Weakest last.
Sandra made fun of him, Raven just smiled at her gracing his will to be respectful of God's judgments. Glamorous one has spoken, Sandra, green-grown glowing, glimmers on the Heavenly precocity of the sky she stands.
Princess Sandra: Well met, Lords and Ladies of Kingdom Reviathan. Sandra Saneya; Keeper of the Seal, Sister of the Queen, Queen Dester of Kingdom Sicaris, a pleasure to see you all in Lordaeral. As I stand here in front of you, I will be presenting myself for the beloved King Agarino II and I swore my life to not disappoint him in my reign.
The crowd is dead, she carries on by smoke of silence. Everyone with aw, this might be the one for them, can make or break the state.
Princess Sandra: As my sister-like, Rio... She showed her pride, a Dragon, we connected a bridge between our two Kingdoms. We are one Dragon, Shakars, Guards, Nobles, Wise people, Ladies and Lords, Every worker of our Realm, I will gladly repeat, I will never disappoint you. Knights, we all know men are strong enough like to carry a wagon heavy with a carcass am I right? I swear I will hold your title as much better.
She show plenty of respect for her but a pride still speaks for the king's wasted royal soul, she nods as she let out her acclamation.
Yeaahhh! raised up their swords, small celebration upon every formation. Sandra mentioned men's duty for the people, to protect everyone on the homeland they stood on.
Princess Sandra: Our King Agarino II, what a great ruler of the realm. We thank you for all of it. Standing here in front of many people is a privilege as I love everyone a great listener of a new heir to the throne, a new hand of the Kingdom. Women with such highness and deep pockets can only enter the gates of Egareth or can enter the Colossal Dome, set foot on the Grand Recruit Training Ground or what you call Ragavar. Strength of all humanity, men is the only keeping? Sitting in the Dragon Throne, I want everyone to have the right to fight, I don't want everyone in the ground whereas I'm in the summit. I love to take you all with me to the top to conquer what's ahead of us. We will come together that even if you don't have the Nakilaes to pay, everyone will come up to the mountain with a sword, fly high from the barracks, and swim, submerge to the sea with me as we~
One listener in the crowd interrupted her speech, a wide lipped drunk man approaches.
Peasant Man: Forgive me my lady for interrupting. I will just ask If you want everyone will fight, what if we don't want to? Blades are not the only thing that can be used for battle, what's in here as well. He pointed at his temples.
She answered grinning, But sir, this is my platforms that shall be used if I reign. My question...did I sat on the throne? If you don't want any of them, you can throw out your voting stone perhaps for them.
The crowd laughed at him, the drunk man humiliated and people started to throw small stones and prepared rotten tomatoes. It shown nothing but amazement and shock when a knight plunged his sword onto the drunk peasant's heart, spilling stream of cold blood while the servants within the seat are just glaring at the dying man. The council, former King, High lords and ladies are looking at the bloody scene as normal whereas the terror spume out of the crowd.
Lady Marely: Halt! I don't want any troubles, accept or decline me, everyone will have a choice to speak up in front. Continue, Lady Sandra.
Princess Sandra: That's all my lady, I emit the things I needed.
Princess Sandra: That's all my lady, I emit the things I needed [https://img.wattpad.com/91574862c2be39b007da697c2c8e8c3bba17e7be/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f723032376a6447424964686651673d3d2d313130353239313936312e313639353032313437343062653937653836323336303938313439362e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Nodded and nothing more wisdom to say. Not humiliated, smooth voice has come to fold and behind the cobblestone, she stood. Claps lit up her smile and clamor around sending her chirps of great pleasure upon her ears. Castle still sparkle, the stare of the glamour sun burning as the heat turn up on Raven Venalia of Kingdom Reviathan, the Count of the City Selizel has arrived turn to face the crowd. Sides of the Battlements, City Meisters or the Counts glance back at him. Garris Ofeyn of Zadik City, Zaura Flocerpida of Sakath, Agarth Mirra of Avent.
Leisure pace the man walks by in the front, Blade in the shoulder, putting it up like a Magical Hero, shouted. By the Gods thy I gave salvation to this people.
Slimy, Veins dangles and eyes of fishes staring down at the bottom of the hilt it moves. Everyone was astonished, salute, hail, and shouted. Slarkine blade is the only sword that can bash through anyone with a blow in the heart, morphing them in water, dead.
Agarino II: If that! Son, if that is a real slarkine, I'll guarantee that my stone goes to your cauldron, a perfect heir to the high seat. Bring him a prisoner!
Standing beside the podium Former King Agarino II commanded the castle guards to bring him an indecent prisoner lined up at the Lordaeral Capital Punishment [https://img.wattpad.com/bdaf70d2d02fb1d04baddd8fe93e54ac340b8a79/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f7a6562534a73676d7a4f686661773d3d2d313130353239313936312e313639353032333039326132643234663239353336353132313134342e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Standing beside the podium Former King Agarino II commanded the castle guards to bring him an indecent prisoner lined up at the Lordaeral Capital Punishment. From the dusted stairs it goes down, chained hands behind him, bearded. Dragging by the arms as it's the same day of its execution.
Raven: Same time you'll last see the sunshine, state everyone your malicious intents and crimes that you've committed.
He can't speak properly, very weak, bruises are all over him but the eyes are still burning, hungry for. They can't control the knavish chained, slack another rope on him, seeing pity in the eyes.
Prisoner: Ramirez...a.. a murderer, I killed my wife, and...my daughter as a sequence of...intoxication.
Humiliated in front of the crowd, using him as an example of a person involved in the destruction of the Kingdom's image. Agarino II now turns to Raven Venalia, never fail to fix at him.
Raven: If you have any last words, now is the time.
Silent, no words coming out within the time, nothing must be wasted.
Agarino II: Go for it, I will not cover you by the cloth. Show everyone what you have.
He smiled, turning backward, the execution will begin. Birds fly, the throne above, the gods looking like his heart dashed and crushed. Water came pouring slowly rather than blood tearing, magic it is like in the myths of all books they knew about. The body melts like a blue butter on a stove, a cold dead body liquefies beneath the stone built field, leaked, flowing in the stadium whilst they watch the soul of the dead came smoking out of the water.
Raven: Who will be?!
The proud man shouted arms spreads as he shouts like a cry from his previous battles with the Former King's Father, King Agarino the First.
Raven: Who.will.be? We fight as one!
The crowd followed WE FIGHT AS ONE! CONQUER!
Agarino II: The Sword of the realm as it is, magic [https://img.wattpad.com/1f723bc56c7bb0a1a884d64caf38f3bd6f7c89bd/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f3265414273484337786c4b3977773d3d2d313130353239313936312e313639353032333635316465633266383738343931353634383633382e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Agarino II: The Sword of the realm as it is, magic. Magnificent, more than the orbs, stronger than a yeti it blows."
Wowing everyone, showing his blade, and talking otherworldly to the crowd.
Raven: You will all remember me, besides the King, now a King beside you all! his voice getting higher.
Raven: I will do like what in the city of Selizel! never you all will starve, give you food as much as I can to not let anyone feel the hunger like what we felt with my brother, Again. I will send any assassins, men, and ladies of the realm are open for Templar Knights to fight alongside God and all comrades! Thank you!" then he bowed.
Queen Dester: The Declamation has ended. Before hopping on the seats of the feast table and enter the Hippodrome to watch the games, take one stone placed on your left, a massive pool of stone and put it on the hidden cauldron of the three scales in front to which you're voting for, the declaration will be made public after the event, thank you."
Bringing weight onto the scale of which is the heaviest can win the throne and giving him or her right freedom to set forth the laws implementing previously spoken out and introducing who is the right heir to the seat.
Afternoon-Evening, all qualifiers came to the great hall in front of the Dragon Throne whereas the watchers, voters, and other people who don't need to be at the Lordaeral's keep left. The watchers for tomorrow must be at the hour of dayspring if they're willing to watch the games and wanted to eat a free feast that the new King or Queen will bring.
Standing in front of the seat of honor, Agarino II declared in-order-to make them captivated before they reign, the question fill their heart with tension. The three rivals, silent, not a skip of a heartbeat they can hear on their own, fast it beats like a drum at their ears. The Former King, staring at them, a proud fallen King looking at the New heroes, ruler of the Kingdom Reviathan.
Agarino II: Tomorrow, will be the day you're waiting for.
He coughs faint as his throat begin to fade, and his legs slowly turns immobile. There is no choice but to replace someone stronger than him, to replace someone strong enough to not let itself amputate anything of their body's might on unexplainable detrimental battles.
Agarino II: Your action, speaks for itself. I know for sure you said everything you wanted to say, don't blame me. Yes, I'm old, but not forgotten by what deeds I propose. Do not ever disappoint me, I tried, I loved and protected the realm...I hope... you will too. Everything I leave for you is in your own responsibility to learn to, you picked the choice, you learn the outcome, you care. From the result of the scale, I see.
The sunset slowly shading into night sky peeking the dark. they still standing on a row facing the shadow and radiance of the sinking sun. The Former king nods as its really the right one to sit in the royalty of Kings and Queens of Monarchy, Everything I left for the righteous heir has the righteous hand.