Lease a chain from his bed and lumbering at the high-ceilinged pillared throne room, the morrow will be a better or worst day, even thinking that any else by minute his foot steps the bronze floor is a click sand of snapping disaster.
He is still being mindful of the new beginning albeit a contemporary array of inglorious act from his own limb [https://img.wattpad.com/caa3bb58bbcdab47618984637a70cf2f8c2cf97e/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f65675035637a496f5861324f5a673d3d2d313134363931373334342e3136623438316266623534616435306338323834333434333430372e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
He is still being mindful of the new beginning albeit a contemporary array of inglorious act from his own limb. Waking up on another side of a better bed, unoccupied by no one but him. The companionship of armored men are still on his vague of recollection, it was now on his hands and ready to protect him, and ready to set admonition for everyone pointing the blade against them. It was high above equal distant on the Dragon's head, wandering from left to right and right to left. In kept showing the same gown that is equipped without a plate for battle, King Raven let his Queen Regent Vhanessa Feriel be regarded the seat of his.
King Raven: For the comfort of yours my Queen, your chamber is clean by our loved servants, your freedom to go is in decree.
Then Vhanessa, without any hesitation from the thine unenvied ghoul bone chair, she stood up of the raw and jagged white chair. The fine linen smooth as silk folded, by her hands that keeps a tight rein on the royal fabric. The taste of rest and herself shouting finally inside, rolling the eye from him and bolted away like the sense of obligation to sit on the unbelievably mythical dead throne was impractical. The most worshipped King aren't getting the feel of famished attention, never said a word nor a blink of an eye, nor a bow from her.
King Raven: You can do whatever you want in under my clan protection, my Queen. A thing to do for the morrow is going to be a reminder for today. I just want to let you know that you will be coronated before or after the council starts the chancery discernment of our King's guard. Pick the best or the most comfortable clothes to soothe your taste, there will be many people in front of your face.
She then grabbed her sleeves down where it was folded; she felt cold, really cold. What she heard was in his mind but it was nothing at all when it touched her ears. Bitter to see the King snigger in front of her, well pleased and honored to say that it was one of the definite sole that a person can take.
A little she heard about what, a little she know about which.
Raven was expecting a word from her, only given and taken with a single nod.
The elicit act of a ruler, taking hold of highest regard of the Raven's consort; the fox left the room, the ghastly raven secure the gift of painful purple fangs [https://img.wattpad.com/71e18958e43ed9476c8e876f90d81f9232e0eef1/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f676538637565416b666d545f42673d3d2d313134363931373334342e313662343831313938316139663066653833303337303230313131392e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The elicit act of a ruler, taking hold of highest regard of the Raven's consort; the fox left the room, the ghastly raven secure the gift of painful purple fangs. The tables are washed like the shore, the pillars of every corner bronze are dim like a cryptic emblems, wishing he could be offered a gift from nature, vines and the tide bringer slushing from the cross guard onto the sharpest end.
The great man of his middle ages fought at the borders of the blackest sea around thousands of named and unnamed islands; The World Shores. Enjoying every moment of the slayer while the King's soul flee and die, the smile of him are somewhat fresh hot similar to a greasy orange spice. The conviction of his Queen regent is notwithstanding the malevolent false accusation that even on his very reigning ceremony, a life nearly fade and sure for the people, his name will die at the end of the list.
At the immeasurable freedom for interference, the wait is finally over, and he expected the pursuit for the thief man at arms, the justice is done.
Lord Sarrig: I beg your pardon, your grace. How met is your night? The son of the mighty one wanted to talk to you
Lord Sarrig Kent opened the massive chamber door seemingly peaking at the edge of the stone, his coiled hair and tired is the first thing the King have noticed he was weary. He felt his heart skipped a bit, thinking that the gods he's in belief given him a worthless serendipity because of hankering after a open night dream. Darken tail feather is all he can see, bricks made of rare quartzite and sconce with a crest of winged dragon; the lord is with the lady he also knew is in the circle of small council.
King Raven: But first, tell me. Have you handed the court the banneret cutpurse? or the Former King just wanted to have a laugh?
The honorable two smirked from the little pleasantry he brought from a whispery tone of voice. Lady Ayena behind Sarrig, in coated of black long sleeve tunic, dark blue loose breeches, and undressed white wimple resting at the back of her head thus where exposes her hair.
King Raven: My eyes are taken interest from both of you, what is the elder high lord demands?
Lord Sarrig: I can't remember hearing it your Grace, he was not here to have a laugh or so. Lord Agarino will follow our lead, he wanted to show you something but we have no clue what or who it was.
Thus announced the small council Lady. A hunch he supposed that the absence of the Queen regent is just a thirst for the cakehole, to make his mind bleed as such butchering a horse under the sod, the scorching intelligence on a circle doesn't want him winding down his mental repose. The lord and lady on the way are on snigger, no holes or no hopes for them to catch a great one of a poem, a song. Raven Venalia told them to go as he waits for the antecedent king at the peak of night light season, redundant to think for him but the call from the both of them was beside the undeviating point.
King Raven: How about the thief? Chief Aagaron Badburn of the royal bodyguards of mine. Have you made the disgraceful warrior tied onto a cell or maybe see him at least within the castle's vicinity?
The King recalled to make them halt to keeping aside. Taking the air close to the stone throne room door, the dusted monolith of ancient dragons appear huge upon his eyes passed towering. The soul from the undead heart, lay upon the aural faculty of the mightiest ruler of the Kingdom.
Lord Sarrig: We have no clue of the mercenary, I come to tell that the least honorable man was still on the loose. It was hard for the inspectors and guards of the castle to look for him especially in the arch of night.
King Raven: Remember, he is a thief. A small fortune or a big one, it is still a treasure he never earned by himself.
At the left of Sarrig's shoulder, he busted a way to look respectful onto the King, she knows her way at close quarters upon the eyes to let the words sings meaningfully and not in just throw away. The mouth of Aagaron pretends to hide and granted himself the right to unsung his dirty deeds, used the upheaval of moment between the accusation as a cover and slipped away, never to be caught until the death of the sun.
King Raven: I want the armed peculator to be put in irons before midnight, because this time, the duty simple made it easier since they are in numbers. The piece and corner of the fortress should be checked by this time, or else, it would be ridiculous. They will seek outside the castle and return without their coat of arms within their chest.
The majestic black Raven lay aside the wine he was drinking, can never be bothered to ask them a cup. He was frustrated, the darkest pupil of the flyer of night keeping the banners gave them the black of looks; a threat that the furnished squad might receive the knighthood that they deserve into a trifling matter.
The collars chime whispering loud off the beaten track and the wooden cane chink above the grave-like floor. A strain of brume between the two whom initiate a discussion with the king for a call that is always ceaseless from the break of dawn and to the bloom of dusk. Sculpted from the heart of a star that is rare as hen's teeth, bursts by golden breath. Making way for him on the open door, where there is something that was supposedly dead for thousands, buried, throughout the book of knowledge and upon the eyes of every man inside the throne room is still an image of an undead line of monarchy.
Lord Agarino II: Your grace, may I ask your hour for us to talk, I will just usher in what must be told for you earlier.
In the same manner as a wall separated and the ground breaks, said Lord Agarino II on his cane and light green Houppelande. He is speaking under muted tones, motioned and signed with a hand to abscond the room of King Raven.
King Raven: What is that book on about m'lord?
An exhibiting insight or clear and deep perception inside it, he wonders what every drop of letter is going to tell him quick and short clued about his reign to a limited extent.
Lord Agarino II: The Book of the Angels, your grace. From the secret lockup tenets of the Great Hall there lay upon the shelves the seven books, here in my hand is the first one, the most important. The magical wallop of ink and quill imprinted every word is it in here, and every seconds it was still going, even without someone reading.
The man once a king walks slow and weak, staring wide. The two fled without them knowing from behind him, the door closed shut by the soul of numbered pushing up daisies; anyone were not allowed to hear or watch it.
Myths and Legends of the Seven Angels of Northrom.
Lord Agarino II: This is what I look forward to introduce you.
Counted read without an author but a sympathetic for a powerful clerical white magic.
Spelled wise and pronounced right, the heavens of their world Northrom which in bind like chains of two separated feudal countries, and the disintegrated veiled and counted islands. The tales of beasts and birds, men and monsters, gods and mortals, all creatures that die and choose to travel beyond must someday pass beneath their sight. When likeliness of life's patrimony succeeded to arrive, all the restless soul escapes their hells and heavens by serving one's pain. From every inches of its paper is the verity be want of knowing, for the ruler's heir in particular. He handed the heavy book of eighteen inch tall and twelve of width, almost as big as his torso.
The King's eyes gloom wide, he never seen such a big heavy book with a binding of seemingly realistic white angel wings and a ring of gold in the middle and the bounding line of the magical book burning purple without any heat [https://img.wattpad.com/fc99d104cf6ac7c2beeb18b4d4443a4c83c76ca3/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f59426b706e5270375674457658413d3d2d313134363931373334342e313662343831343439356234663865633234363438393937303936302e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The King's eyes gloom wide, he never seen such a big heavy book with a binding of seemingly realistic white angel wings and a ring of gold in the middle and the bounding line of the magical book burning purple without any heat.
Lord Agarino II: Was it amazing, King Raven? I can already hear your eyes shone the perplexity on the book. Remember, read only the rendition of angels that tasted the power that destroys their kind above...or else of others can be your magic to spell out. And one more thing, the placate was unorganized, but all things you seek for about the seven angels was inked within every paper.
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The lords wiser warned him. King Raven touched the leather made ideogram, it was rough and swampy.
King Raven: No need for an assurance my lord. If I can only have the time to read all of this I sure will, but I guess this was the perfect moment you'll help me receive the gist of a bedtime story telling.
As he gather himself forgetting on everything chaotic around the castle; making the constitution run smooth after the second name was replaced and the case of Ritchler's circumstances under investigation, he put that under a right place on his head. The King matched his thumb on the individual leaf of paper or parchment, there were no tabular array as his fingers fold on the first page but a beguiling delineation of something magnificent, and only by known as the Angels. Standing, arms on either side raised and all magic, sorcery on their hand was colored from mineral pigments.
Lord Agarino II: No tree sprung a leaf in the heavens above. The Angels of Northrom came from blisters and embers, mud and waters, small pieces of broken crystal, fire and ice. On the first page there illustrated Avric'el, the Angel of Damnation.
His ragged voice echoed upon the silent enormous grand throne room. The Dragon listens, and so him, he thought.
The first angel's brawniness are structured from the upper torso, arms and even on the blocky ends of calves that acts as his own bodily armor [https://img.wattpad.com/560a280e7c13aa597c82523afc33ceb43c2237ea/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4e37336c3339576c6c4b53544b513d3d2d313134363931373334342e313662343831343962626537373036393135353137373234383039382e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The first angel's brawniness are structured from the upper torso, arms and even on the blocky ends of calves that acts as his own bodily armor. The close of the gray sleeveless overcoat with pierced wings of black behind him like wings of a nightjar's chassis, yet an iron is in absence. The sketch presented him holding a black, thin, spiky whip like a tail of an alligator. Hair silks through the hood like it was fresh from the water's soak, red thin lips, dark red eyes intimidating that there was a piece of gossip further down the heavens that he can transform into a snake.
Lord Agarino II: The first angel who has put into irons of the celestial city of Northrom. By his promises that he disobeyed, it was essentially a false accusation against someone lurking on his own chamber. A mortal giving out only a good intention to be exact, a person's good reputation killed him by a whip of Avric'el. Killing an innocent man without knowing he was just a person to help, was killed, and the angel got imprisoned by the mentioned charges.
The elder one of the small council stated. Lost by means of telling, Raven was illuminated from drowning off the coast of disbeliever, disbeliever of saga and many reverent gospels. It was moral, law-abiding conducive upon the cripple bringer. Do something incessantly was his mission behind the armor of the rightful heir.
The means of time was gone when he was tapping the back of the intelligent black bird, tapping the two flyers of night bring more meaning beyond the name, the group told unkindness. Such little to see the creative power. In distinction to the very day he was introduced upon the secular interests of stripling juvenile; the least he get a glimpse of the celestial mortals, angels, gods and goddesses flying within the divine wind of the seraphic realm, the Northrom.
Unaware and cut loose, the burning curiosity has already swept away by the tides of his own young selections. The second page he turned, regained possession of allegorical history of means political or moral one; for all King Raven knows the whys and wherefores of his pay of visit. The flood of light have gotten the message it speaks. The ruler turn to speak the tales of Northrom, with delight on his mouth and light casted from his eyes, the death of fear whilst a reincarnation of perspicuity.
The ruler turn to speak the tales of Northrom, with delight on his mouth and light casted from his eyes, the death of fear whilst a reincarnation of perspicuity [https://img.wattpad.com/c40538fb098bae2c6701118d03e5dd2e81fab9d0/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f766d6b5f564f49484d7a6f3376673d3d2d313134363931373334342e313730613837633131636234383936313939333935333235363731372e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Lord Agarino II: Lanyria, mortal angel of the frozen pool, fallen and broken. Killing a mortal being without malice aforethought, not being signified to murder but a tease from his words. She was be put into a block of ice and dropped on the southeastern part of the World Shores.
A skin of blushing white, she has a high-low light blue hair like a flake of ice. Third of the beauty regenerated from all over and there a moment she was thought to be one of the daughter of Hinai, the Goddess of Moon. Same as her hair, the image like illustration of the angel was seen to be clothed with blue fairy dress and behind her was a giant wings of blue compare to a butterfly. Two bright basher swords with a tip of a spike. He continue to read her brief chronicle.
The scripts were real. There were more to read, it was enough for him to hear the unjust eternal rest for the seven divine spirits and each of them symbolizes attainment of mankind.
I want to know more, he thought.
He Reads a book like how he was taught so young like a newly harvested crops from her parents' blood. Yelled at, scolded, forsooth of his belief that the Gods are not real for there was a time he wasn't attending any of the classes. Above the Dragon's heart and in the face of the Circle plains of Akarelik, on the highness houses of the Stone Alps. Serene to think, the three falcons of the council he was thankful for their positions. None a few, he sat on his giant white while holding the heavy chained book and let the lord grew stands on his cane.
Lord Agarino II: Aleiza, the sacred maiden of fire. Sister of Lanyria as well as her fellow conspirator of her own crime. She was sent on the equal of her strength of a root that melts called searing chains, sent to the south isle nearest to her sister's grave because of numerous sexual intent.
Needless to ask him, he looks up to the kind master a distant three footfall from his sitting.
An angel's power soar heat of the sun, the intentions are cold as ice.
The eyes and skin run white and almost all of her body was shown including a patch small for her breasts [https://img.wattpad.com/5c5824ee01cff03b8722d5d51c690183399e78af/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6f4c4f42772d517664484d6b79413d3d2d313134363931373334342e313730613837653730613363666361313834383137383738343834352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The eyes and skin run white and almost all of her body was shown including a patch small for her breasts. The beauty sealed seems to be a broken stone of different phases to catch a man's eye to her. A majestic burning wings like once of a phoenix, scorching fire of its arrows spitting leaks of lava. It was ridiculous to think that mere mortals of the celestial kingdom above can have a very lustful being to throw out.
A teacher, the king once now a student again and harking back from the past where he was still as thick as two short planks. His fingers running down the leather of the glowing purple book, laundering the stationary wings of the cover and sees that it was his fate to recognize such glorious thing.
King Raven: So basically, you only want me to read their deaths rather than their superstitions above. Death symbolizes many things for me, one of them which is a goal for an eternal rest that the Gods provided us. I did remember when I licked the sweetest taste of it, an arrow crushed right through my right abdomen while trying to find my way to save your father. It was scary, an abrasion on my mind that the people always thought that I killed him, a little did they know that I nearly swallowed the last course of the supper together with him.
A touch of his smile, he was thankful to meet the knowledge he was already hooked onto, and the lord of his second name fulfilled the gaps onto the grace's satisfaction. Being imprecise about the selection of side pages, by the time he was going on the fourth page to see the fourth angel of Aluthea, he saw a speck sort of glow rings to be sure of a quest.
Recognized the map of the World shores with the faded marks of hundred islands combined with the unnamed ones. Superimposed, beginning with an against his expectations, there were three islands symbol, bound stones; deep blue scale rusted glimmering spinel, coal black shaded and spotted with blood after three pages sought the heliotrope, the last and compare for the ice is the dancing fire of eudialyte upon the highness of sun. Fading not, he wiped one with an index to project one's mind at the last moment he saw the map of the World shores; be separate of the pigment stained illustrated gemstones. The smoke filled the entire book at a certain moment the clash of papers unfold, he saw the Lord Master smiling whilst his eyes conceal what is underneath or hidden behind the three magical gemstones.
The smoke filled the entire book at a certain moment the clash of papers unfold, he saw the Lord Master smiling whilst his eyes conceal what is underneath or hidden behind the three magical gemstones [https://img.wattpad.com/0b2ed33e3e5132815f064eb3e588f26daebf36e4/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6243696b41664b686d6e4f455f773d3d2d313134363931373334342e313662343831393534616237316431373639373230343133343834382e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Lord Agarino II: Let me tell you, King Raven of Clan Venalia...since you are the ruler, you are stronger than anyone, you are now the embodiment of the country, you can feel your own flesh and blood rubbing your back while they're seeing your consummation. Your mother got sick and left you unwanted day by day, your father died fighting for the Karik, whereas you...look at you, your parents must be proud above the clouds.
Falling piece by piece like a torn paper, cuts of his own voice begin to fall through and out of his mouth. Never whispered, never rumored, all the amount of trust are carved smooth from mind to heart. Glorious he was thinking to be in the position, haunting the day the comrades beyond the shores heard him scream like the slamming tides of the battle. The screaming sound of pain with gushing blood and deathly pain to see the King he trusted, served, and loved is killed by a cruel dark steel on the throat.
Lord Agarino II: Don't ever listen to them, never do get bothered when they say you're the one who killed my father, always remember that.
He suddenly whispered firm, the legacy can get you killed if it was true. The former King who sat before him, who sat before the sole seat of soul after the first name of his clan named him to be the ruler.
King Raven smiled, with a bit of reluctance hence coiled chained by doubt. Nods without fear but only with bitter reticence. Keep counting but it was late for the night and the lock of the book bound was getting harder, not until the printed set was returned to its hallowed mantelshelf. Bright stars still and loads stares, the huge arch of bone spikes was out in the blanket of darkness and it was only him and the dead skull was struck with the spectral white moonlight. The interiors grow blue, the pillars seems to be a portal perhaps to the dimension where nothing ends with dreaded twine. Told himself and doubted, forever remembered with a chip on his proud pauldron that the lady was not into him.
A person keeps wishing for it to return while thy remember still enjoying the horseback.
From the first above the palm clicks the four fingers waiting for someone to come; the inspectors, small and grand council, higher or the lesser men to serve him, Lord Agarino of the second of his father or Aagaron, from little to no possible scenarios give the orders to let himself get captured. Keep staring, and staring. Clicking the thumb below the handle, fixed above the absence of tongue rotten by time resembles the dais. It was silent, beautifully serene and clear depth of the coldest night. A peace he lovely tasted within every bits of cold air.
The cold entity of weather reminds him of the time when he was one with the south, the cold wind he truly loves while running down with the fairies of nature [https://img.wattpad.com/d805169282978ea85a9d29ed274ef55a223a81bf/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6e33727176786f79355248682d773d3d2d313134363931373334342e313662343831393436313266653832663938363031323534333835352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The cold entity of weather reminds him of the time when he was one with the south, the cold wind he truly loves while running down with the fairies of nature. A sudden knock on the door made the listening ravens of his clan banners go fly. Clean and polished, men of two came up to him with those shining blessed armor that reflects the moonlight, walking within the throne room proud and casted shadow of defenders towards the floor.
Sir Renggy: The greatness of the gods guided us to bring you the stealth thief your grace.
A knight gushed himself while he was taking hold of the left arm then Oswal Veradinn on the other. As soon as they walk into the room, the red handed was trying to escape by flailing his legs side by side, arms struggles like chain rubbles, together of the scuffle were his shouts that echoes.
Sir Aagaron: LEAVE ME BE! YOU CAUGHT THE WRONG MAN! THIS IS WRONG YOUR GRACE, I SWEAR MY LIFE I DID NOT DO IT!
Aagaron yelled and thundered. Wearing the same armor equipped, a disgraceful initiative of one proud vanguard. It was the chartered last of his breathing as supper. Spilling the wine was a waste of golden penny unless it was vile like a stink of dirty thief, he though. The clink, snick flows beyond the glass of time, it told him to roar. In any consent by promise to send the disgraceful one to the courtyard, he told the opposite and let the path chosen to go the other way, a long way stout and rusty.
King Raven: The joke is over Lord Aagaron, you're going to put into the safe keeping of bars while you wait for Ritchler of Clan Liroy, a once servant of the stone alps. Can you imagine how humiliating it would be if you're surrounded by the men of the Dragon's Heart?... Well, one of them is standing here in front of you.
Level aimed his fingers at himself. No threats were onto plan by the King himself, but Aagaron's breathing go rising shallow and fast as he drew clutch over his scaly sword he called the Tide bringer.
No threats were onto plan by the King himself, but Aagaron's breathing go rising shallow and fast as he drew clutch over his scaly sword he called the Tide bringer [https://img.wattpad.com/ddb9a3980b0006b93fe61f3454ade428cb51dc46/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f536447752d4176673669766633773d3d2d313134363931373334342e313662343831633530363163653264393933313037343939383933342e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Thinking it would be his last, now was not yet the time until the myths of glory told him to put an end on his life. Upon a chance to call of to Lady Ayena Cronos whom followed the shouts, he commands the lady to send him through the high restrained conurbation cell near the Castle blacksmith, a fairly commanding officer now failing to catch his own reputation.
King Raven: You fucked with the wrong person, unglorified glorified bodyguard, seize him.
Said him loudly. All left skewers of dragging body, hoping Ritchler would have gotten the news without any birds of papers.