A Setting Sun

[Guy d'Yood of Mann 39]

A certain midget breaks into tears, for the first time in years uncounted.

"Why'd it have to be his majeste? Why not me, or anyone, or the bloody claimants. We needed him!"

[KUSHerZombie 222]

   Caspar widens his mouth in disbelief as soon as he receives a bird of this news. He shakes his head in disbelief. The king was dead. He took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect knowing that it was hard to come by someone as fit for the throne as Olivier.

 

   Maxwell, who had once been a squire to the king, sat in disbelief. Himself showing slight signs of age, as he begins to think of years prior where he was only the ripe age of 30. He remembered the days of Aldersburg when he was the small town's smith. He remembered the warm summer breeze and the harsh winters blow. That was where he built his life, where he built who he is today. And now, the man who started it all is dead. Maxwell takes a deep breath, bracing himself for who assumes the throne next.

[tilly 5115]

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