On John Horen

[Sky 0]

"Who died?" Asks Toren.

[Babadooks 566]

Joffrey cheers!

[Tsuyose 3285]

An aged knight wielding the fabled Horenian blade of old would reminisce of the olden times, when Horen ruled supreme over mortality without tyranny nor injustice-- Scoffing at the news of the newly deceased John Horen, craning his torso down he plunged the blade into the stone below, uttering a low prayer to the Maker before he'd promptly twist, sheathing the ebon blade as he departs.

 

"Perhaps the next Emperor will claim the Horenian heirloom."

[Pureimp10 5691]

"Oh, the irony," comments Britannus.

[HappyShackles 886]

Charles frowns as he receives the missives, remarking;

 

"My father may not have been loved, but a lesser man than him would no doubt have been ousted long ago. 

 

The grievances the Savoyards have are quite exaggerated, considering my father and my brothers are descendent of three emperors, and three exalted men, our blood is far from arbitrary. 

 

A proud man he was, but he fought to decimate the dwarves so that they may never threaten to take advantage of civil strife in Oren again. He may have failed in this, but he certainly got closer than his predecessors.

 

If you are so dull as to claim the throne via your reverant greed, and fall into the hands of the inhuman enemies of man and use their strength to deal damage to the Empire, then you surely are the proudest men in the world.

 

What's more, my father is dead, let us not speak so ill of the departed with such grandeur, for GOD's sake."

[Aedrabani 66]

Jon would crush the missive in his hand, a furious scowl crossing his face before settling into a soft grimace.  His eyes would flicker across the room, at his wife, at the burning hearth, and finally through the window at the pale sky beyond the horizon.

 

"He had my foster-father executed.  He had a boy... a man who I called my own brother put to the sword.  He was not a good Emperor.  But he was the Emperor, and my loyalties do not waver."

 

He would gently lob the crumpled paper into the fire, staring intently as the flames lap up the crisp parchment, turning it into a cinder.

 

"My loyalties lie with Horen," he'd murmur to himself, his wife watching concernedly from her seat.

 

"No Savoyard shall ever grease that noble seat, though it is often sat by ignoble men."  He would pace to the window, his eyes falling on the mountains in the distance.  "Soon we shall return, my love."  His frown would ease, a sad smile replacing it.

 

"Soon."

[CheekyNolan 5420]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.