Locked and closed, the noteworthy occurrence has ended.
A new king has handed, high lords and ladies at the great hall they landed. Banners and arms of the Eastern Kingdom had left, the northern and southern allegiance as well together with the spectator of the Arena, gone home with pure happiness and some have kept the burn-out disgrace.
The Drawbridge anchored, black gate put up to shutter. Superficial beauty one by one, the horses on the glory of the jump. Once called a close to a raven look, his wavy hair and long stubble beard and his eyes as intimidating like the flyer of the night, all black. Slim as he was outside the clothing, marks of his muscle are exposed on either side. Taking the steps up of the stairs at the side of the bleachers on the way to the midsized great hall premises, sandstone as if the sands as well are lightly dusted upon its stockade.
Taking the steps up of the stairs at the side of the bleachers on the way to the midsized great hall premises, sandstone as if the sands as well are lightly dusted upon its stockade [https://img.wattpad.com/0f584c75636e2e56dd5d940b9aa1c4339c923020/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f3450647941494d636978775574513d3d2d313132313139343530382e313639663038663539356463363061343633323131303132323839382e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Heap of Kings guard by his eyes, Raven Venalia outcry within his heart the royalty he got. Banners changed from the Stallify of a deadly serpent to Venalia of the Black Raven gape to the right of menacing edge suit his first name. Since the Arena is in the circle of Lordaeral, the flags pass back and forth for the new man.
He walked into the Great Hall, there trails his cape behind his armor, flying with pride as well as the guard with a cape of a black, crown of gold glitter with pride rested atop his head without a helm, the color-matched with the great and small bodies of advisory's clothing. At the very end of the line of the flock armed men, the council is together with him stepping at the stiff edge stairs covered in dust.
King Raven: Small Councils and the Great Councils, come with me. Commander of the Kingsguard, out.
He ordered his protectors and make a lead before the gentle birthed whisperers. Lady Vhanessa of House Feriel at the end of the noble grading stares for quite a while to rethink her aunt's decision, failed or not.
The Kingsguard are settled for the halls, the Castle guards return for Lordaeral along with the contenders of the games [https://img.wattpad.com/51b8e3bef1f56a7c50d113d693e8e3e2b35433b6/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f7864473734585f477464376a65673d3d2d313132313139343530382e313639663038663966616431333234613530353330383930373933362e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The Kingsguard are settled for the halls, the Castle guards return for Lordaeral along with the contenders of the games. Dragon flies away with their riders, Egareth female soldiers, Princess Dester and Rio Hallery as one of his rival on the seat has left, included the people ate and watched but not committed to playing gone out.
Sir Renggy Godfrey of the Kingsguard taking the lead by the gates walking out from his highness. Queen Dester at near of closing, at hold on her gown she calls Raven at the hall not far from where he stood, King of the Medium Land, the Queen of Sicaris bolted unhurried after him and echoes the sound of her call at the walls fading brightness.
Queen Dester: Your Grace, it's a pleasure to be awarded as yours to be an alliance against the opposite. My trust is yours.
She praised him with a smile, she bowed her head and confessed that he is to be destined to Reviathan. A gentle kiss on her hand, a feeling of a cheek soft like a bear fur. History cannot tell and her bloodline cannot mention something to him, knowing only holding sword sworn to protect the realm, nothing but it. Thinking the Queen as well can fight, and sure she is to help get the Islands back to where it is taken.
King Raven: Likewise my Queen, none shall stand against us. I will prove it to the man I have sworn to fight with, and I will prove it to you as well.
A synthesis or a synergy of monarchy has drawn between the two rulers of the strongest Kingdom beyond the shores of hundred honorable, named, and unnamed islands, by the eyes of men protecting them, this is a magnificent catch of a gazing eye.
Queen Dester: I'm glad to hear that. Until the end of your reign your grace, your name must be seen on a dry ink on the books of Glory, a new name sealed on the pages of history. I may not know you very well but I trust you.
King Raven: Thank you, my Queen, it's a very great pleasure to meet you and I hope we will know each other more as we get through the mess we needed to clean. Thou shall no bloodshed between our people, but the others.
A smile on both faces brighter like the future on hold at both hands of rulers, she understood what the King said, it's up to them which land will rise or fall and rule them all. Eye to eye or destiny will make them give an eye for an eye, joint forces, or force versus forces. Those eyes tell more than the mouth, delight on both sides like how the lands of them, both faces open out overtaking one or the other's breath away. The Queen gaze at him, she's close to his face that he even smell her breath, her eyes glow with a glitter bit of all rights combined.
Queen Dester: You'll take care of my Regent, she is yours. Vhanessa Feriel, she will keep ministration without your presence and yours is the right to command her duties. This is not the last time King Raven, our Country is open for your appearance at all times. Our life, our strength, our power.
She bloviated like a whisper on his ears. Turning to the aisle before the stairs she slowly came towards the wooden door in a slink, there awaits her rider, going back to her kingdom leaving a little glance behind her, then she flew away blowing hurricanes from the massive dragons taking off for the east.
Turning to the aisle before the stairs she slowly came towards the wooden door in a slink, there awaits her rider, going back to her kingdom leaving a little glance behind her, then she flew away blowing hurricanes from the massive dragons taking... [https://img.wattpad.com/ae7eee1e46619953df775f932b2e4a59e0d2b09c/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f30514a5a3047764a6661484b49513d3d2d313132313139343530382e313639663039303039623266303139663930363633303234323332372e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
He got himself up and back to his intention, he headed to the Great Halls of the Arena where they sat and count the days until he then arrives. Torches from the iron chandelier beam the vast resplendent strictly confidential room, the Great Hall of the Arena for a temporary discussion introduction, not the same as the Castle itself which is more glamour, wide, and glittery confounding. Post-event they sat down before the wooden seat of honor, facing the small platform where the King sat. The light shines through the open windows, white as milk of curved stars glimmer the curtain of the new banner of Venalia, Raven of the Gray trees.
Noontime like a day ago, no sounds of instruments nor gossips of bystanders. Revitalization of a warm welcome and the smell of new beginning touching their souls, for the king himself after his coronation, a secret yet a gift for himself and for the people serving him for the rest of his reign.
A long table with food to eat. Grilled pork, Sweet vegetable stew, and a glass of vintage red wine. Painted pictures on the walls dry painted with oil, seems old that the wall is stiff it crisp. Great Hall is not what they expected, plain, dusted and the only color that keeping it interesting is the iron polycandelons, white stone arches within the partition walls and oil paintings on the old sandstones between.
Great Hall is not what they expected, plain, dusted and the only color that keeping it interesting is the iron polycandelons, white stone arches within the partition walls and oil paintings on the old sandstones between [https://img.wattpad.com/0b4610daa63ff3f41e5c0db295b9daac0813da8e/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f42333741566b6e6863326f715f413d3d2d313132313139343530382e313639663039303563663462636566623538383733343831353833302e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Battle of the Karik and Battle of the Middle Ocean, the depiction is seen the dreaded times of the afternoon. Sea greased with blood as red as a cherry, spikes poke through the holes of ribs and heart, very familiar yet painted above pragmatic. The Great Fire of the Fusion Road, also depicted by the walls on the left where sat the great council. Surely one of them knows who did or what happened there.
The upper hand the New King stands at the head of the line.
King Raven: Welcome, I'm glad you're all willing to attend my warm reception to rule Reviathan, the country we all loved. I assure you we will all have peace, councils, my trust is on yours. Put away those who walk against our feet the forces I handle. The earls and overseer of every city, some may not pay a visit, but nevertheless, I am honored and proud.
Circled his eyes surround them an arch of swords above his head, have conferred on one of the highest regards the lifeless can get. Calm is the atmosphere but plain at the front of the hall, neither a design on the ceiling yet be gone in demise only a Graven image of swords upon the walls like ribs of a dead dragon, big enough to see like an undead, massive mythical creature still flying with a pointy end of its bones.
King Raven: Thank you, Lord Agarino, the second of his name. You made me feel the precious of being a King, I'm no longer an ordinary man that I was before, thank you for accepting me.
He trumpeted while standing in front of him, Agarino II as was a ruler by many years of Reviathan. Old age from his hand, he felt like his hands are his father's, dwelling on the past where he and his brother starve, no food left for him and Agaal. Heart-warming yet Heartbreaking, he never felt the freedom ever before, the south is torture. He looked upon his eyes, the sadness behind it casting from the great hall cressets. Join with the watchers painted on the wall, he felt King Agarino's eyes looking at him, whom he clutched his sword within the length of life.
Former King Stallify
Agarino II: Your Grace, I trust you, do not disappoint my Father. He used me to look after your back until the rest of your days ruling the country. I will do no threat but, yes, your grace forgive me, you disappointed him. At this moment he gave you a chance to feel what he felt, but a better one. May the Gods help you, King Raven Venalia my father's soul rest but I know he is watching over you.
The deific stuttered words but a man who needs special care.
Walking past beyond his eyes are the council gazing at his armor touched by Agarino Stallify's satisfaction, for ages his wish gladly he got out of it. He never wished to seat on the throne, lesion and wounds he coped with are thought out in advance as his idea, as an excuse to replace by a new one but it must be in the absence the same blood of his, a Stallify. Raven felt ashamed, vexed, and guilty. His heart goes into tremble as well as his eyes upturn the darkness like a distressing night sky and fade away the light of aristocracy he has taken.
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Taking it out of my mind, this is not the time to dive onto the river of bate.
King Raven: Before we begin, the Great council that I will lay a hand for my orders, please stand and state your names as well as the small council.
King Raven: Before we begin, the Great council that I will lay a hand for my orders, please stand and state your names as well as the small council [https://img.wattpad.com/56240ef396cb34b9d8c08d10f23f8ec42ddae840/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f38487331732d7a566942367a67773d3d2d313132313139343530382e313639663039303935353732353839653137343932363734393332352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
He return on the dais resting the wooden seat he did not prefer to be, not comfortable and great at what he wanted to taste for his primacy. Annular table for them at the right, they stood up, and one by one introduced their presence on the eyes of lords and ladies, the term of offices. May not be known from being a warden of a city, much as he has done so many for Selizel, now he will for the sake of everybody who lives onto their country.
Lady Ayena: I'm Lady Ayena of House Cronos. The Right-hand woman of Lady Marely Feriel of the Great council your grace.
She spoke on her feet and speak with her mouth before him. Lady Ayena has brown eyes like the moon built from a feline and light red lips colored strawberry. She dressed usually of a Kirtle of Brown and a touch of gorgeous gold from sleeve to shoulder and bottom to the waist. An extremely beautiful twenty-four-year-old woman whom she speaks with the mistress of a courtroom is superb by the time she stood.
Like her Grand inspiring lend of hand, the love of speaking the real justice is in her heart by the time she sees unruly mindedness within the circle of the council. Whatever any raise of objections by the time of young days, she never misses a day without brawn singing what is right to order for their country, and the city of origin she's living before.
Lord Nely: Lord Nely of Margen at your service. Master of the capital and trades your grace, keeping in touch the pennies we spend and for the people from this day until the end of your days. There is no fault within my hands, trust me.
He nods to the King and back to his seat respectfully like his pin on the left side of his chest, beside Lady Ayena of House Cronos he grew a smile for them to pick as a deli. Three of them are on the Great Council which is the strongest and highest among the supreme court and the oldest representative of living democracy.
The Master of the Capital is known for his big pushed-back brown hair, large orange eyes, and bear a slender figure but a tall man.
Lord Mycel: Your highness, King Raven. My name is Mycel Redgate. Son of Ryena and Gondar Redgate, an Overseer of the Crimson Chains, the southern forces.
As a harbinger of the Kingdom, the Falcons are at him to be, to fly from him to the people needed it. Founder of the Crimson Chains Bullhead knights, the one who first invented the charging method of attacking which it never failed to catch the victory, the victory of the people, and the victory where he holds the title of Lord Redgate.
Mycel Redgate of the Crimson Chains, the Redgate born of blood is like the hair they have in common. Dark red, long and silky drenched hair, a charming jawline, and light red eyes like fire reflect from a forge upon the dark gray stones.
King Raven: We already knew Lady Marely, her grace are no need of an introduction. Small Council just with the same duties, three of you, stand up and one shall state your names.
Not in need of speaking is not an insult for her, a relief that everyone of then knew the Lady master of the courtroom to fear. He commanded while he sips his old-fashioned, well blend wine like the others. Pointing the sword at them to the given instruction. One of the small council member stood up with exaggeration, there shown a chin of fatness and coiled black hair they noticed at a sudden at the left side of the halls. One by one with the same intentions of stretch out words full of vim and vigor.
Elriya: King Raven, Elriya Ments, Montelivan and Sarrig Kent. We are known as the three falcons of Lavezik, near the secret tales of the Dragon's Head.
Pointing on the side where they are positioned, Elriya mentioned it all, to cherish the moment of the small celebration and figure out the plans and platforms from the discussion. They said the people living near the Dragon's Head or also known as the Deep forest of The Breath; The Akarelik, uncertain as it is the truth have somehow sought the company of the messengers across the third estate ears.
In link with the south grow more sprout.
The Akarelik are attached to the mind of everyone, it is the epicenter of knowledge, an epicenter of extraterrestrial being, this is where the True Heroes are born and resurrected, they said. The council and the other, looking at them as though a precious people be in sat of Reviathan small council, more than a diamond that it speaks, without a doubt what they spit is what they seek. He remembered, the House of Venalia remembered. The Alps of ice are covered with a summit of snow, standing tall for the altars to not be told nor see.
King Raven: Men of Akarelik? The Falcons of the south? The Forgotten land, I came from there as well. I have known you when the time I was an overseer of a city, but certainly not until I was here.
He seemed amazed like a miracle happened before his eyes, it's amazing to see the southmost men are here to serve like him, flying by a herd of three falcons, then there meets a lone Raven now being a superior of its clan. The north never knew the unpleasant taste of life at the back of their richness, frozen hearts are slowly breaking down into tiny pieces.
Montelivan stood and followed with a question, all eyes are on his slim figure. Dry brown hair, black eyes, and upturned nose, clothed with black tunic.
Montelivan: The only time you will know everything is when you are ahead of anyone, your grace. Now you claimed everything, you have the right of everything, now you know everything, but that is not all it is to matter for you...The Archipelago, your grace.
King Raven: Now I am ahead of anyone. The strength shall be banded together. You can ask me, anything lords and ladies, this is a brilliant way to speak with me. Since at the last minute here at the Great hall, the Horses are now set prepared to go on the Castle Lordaeral where I needed to be and you as well will be where you needed to be.
Surrounded by sentiment he felt being taught by people, as if he's still a little boy, but he got to listen to the chirps and song of praise and opinion to be a better man. A fighter, a ruler, but he doesn't need to fight alone hence he needed an assembly.
Montelivan: Yes indeed.
An acclamation, applause he heard, what a wonderful moment for him. A proud self struck of the fist in the chest. Keeping everything in touch set and still, just getting ready for questions needed of answers. Doors drawn shut, found by chance and nobody can get from the ears as it should've been secret and controversial. Silent as seem to be in the cold wind above the sky, calm and still ongoing. Head of the state, sitting in the chair, a little or an hour they will take a trip to Lordaeral Castle, the grand in size of importance.
King Raven Venalia spoke in front of them, he shone as if he is as brilliant and direful as a Raven, enjoying the feast in front of them while he talks.
A little of hustle the next of getting, skirt and gown showing and blink a beauty of woman's own natures finest, but she can't get herself to stand onto the command of the highness himself. From the far side of the east, her aunt wants her to be from the parleying with Queen Dester Saneya of Kingdom Sicaris, she was nowhere at the grand hall as of the moment. Slow like her brain, broken like her heart, thinking that she should be the one flying sky high with the Queen she wishes to be on a Dragon's back and on hold of her left hand.
My destiny fooled me, or I fooled my destiny.
The royal man sang out to a distance, he recalls what the Queen of the east said to him, that girl whom he will name his right hand; a regent. A face he saw, a face is diffused through the dirt of wretchedness, from the end of the hall she walks awkwardly slow. Every step of her fashionable caliage, closer and closer she felt the warmth of disgrace. She arrived on the steps, closer to him. Curved a scowl on her eyebrows, nothing gave the ability to speak from her very heart. King Raven asked before him, facing him without a stern but a question she needed to spat and the king demands to hear.
King Raven: Vhanessa? Queen Dester Saneya, I'm sure you're familiar with her. What is your?
Lady Vhanessa: My what?
She snarled staring right through the center of his eyes, an immovable gaze of burning reprobation. The House is calm but not her, the villainous shifty fox facing a ghastly black Raven. He's surprised, there was no means of a monarchy norm of respect from her mouth.
King Raven: Your, title role for Lord Agarino.
Lady Vhanessa: A regent, I am a regent. I am open to being a good right hand for every house but not yours, not for a scavenger little raven.
The intensity she felt seemingly fumed a breath of fire, which is a sudden shock for them all. Kings guard in the lead of the door they bolted approaching the disrespectful Lady, swords are ready to put her onto demise of imprisonment, or bringing the king a decapitated head which steer to a pity and unmerciful way of death.
STOP!
He growled at the top of his lungs to the charging armed guardsmen fit-out of blackening helmet and armor, trying to kill Lady Vhanessa with a single swing of a sword.
King Raven: Did anyone tell you to threaten a lady? A disrespectful act among the herd of men. Go back to the fields and join them to clean up the wood breaches, this is really embarrassing.
He thundered across and echoes his voice within the passageway. Everyone thought, humiliation and termination of an innocent life before their eyes. A roaring thunder stopped the striking lightning, the witnesses still in a state of shock. Orders are not drawn exit from his mouth, never heard of any actions to be done for a person deserve it.
King Raven: I want no bloodshed, I want to hear everyone's opinion about me. That is what I said earlier, this is the right time to let out your heart for me. Lady Vhanessa, you can speak about your King, I'll accept all your disfavor inside your heart upon me.
He walked again in front of the tables on either side, keeping the peace. Cannot believe what the girl said or what she might say after it, there is no witticism from her mouth.
She badgered, Vhanessa still in her ill-temper not giving a damn at everyone who's in witness of her threatening measures,
Lady Vhanessa: Do you really think? That flowery words of your will convince me? You stopped them from taking my life, yes, but I see you as a traitor and you let my mother die together with the King!"
Flabergasted, that came out of nowhere like a spark of stone and stick. Fierce and angry she has been and told everyone the reason she hated being part of King Raven seat, she told everyone the same right as everybody to speak like a savior or a murderer of House's summit.
In the presence of the council and overseers, he stood with an open heart but not the forthcoming right hand of the seat. At their very eyes, a warm scenery which seems the sun struck his shining reign, a king without the chip on the prideful plated shoulder, form any centuries the resurrection of a loyal heir rises again.
Out of the shining, like a divine being she rescued the slanging match of fighting words like a tongue of swords. Lady Marely, acting like Vhanessa's second mother, whilst an act of discipline is in need for her,
Lady Marely: I beg your pardon, King Raven. I need a word with my niece.
King Raven: Go ahead my lady, the door is open for you.
They're heading out under the sword arch from the carpet to the stones outside the great hall. She told her in hushed tones, the time is not ticking for an unnecessary yawp and screech for it to be the first yet worst day of being a King. Crestfallen deep in his heart, sitting, no words came out of their mouths and just eating.
Windless and rigid, correspondent blows of air, the wind of noon is the friend in need. Miles from them the Castle and the Dragon throne is hoping for him, there lies the book as well where King Agarino II told him to take care of it. Two high ladies went out to make a word but the commemoration is still going for them before the horses are untied at their leads.
Book of Enchantment, the magic of every word is dry resting within the papers forever, hungry for reading as well as the seekers of knowledge sworn to walk the words off the beaten track. From justice served, weapons to use, dead are chained, stones concealed, every man and women, every dirt and hush, every good and bad, and every spells are cast.
The nebula is dancing in front of the old but glorious Dragon throne, magical indeed of the ambiance. Every throne erected on every land is where the secrets came upon buried untold. He never heard of it, it's true, not until he got there. There, he now lives both lives, promised under oath to protect and call as one's witness of everything the Archipelago has to succumb and surrender.
Aluthea must be the one who conquers, the tainted must be Nalifera, the opposer. Lord Nely not hesitant to speak, a smile from his face and the hope on the faces of others gave off the flicker, where there open the gates of seventh heaven.
Lord Nely: Your grace, we should talk about this after we arrive at Lordaeral. This is the right time to make ourselves happy. For now, everyone, let's eat and drink and celebrate King Raven's reign.
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