A King and his Fall

[Blanchables 528]

A King and his Fall

 

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The battles had been fought and won, humanity once more unified and glorious in a grand stand against the injustices perpetrated against its kind and kin. For what seemed like a lifetime, Pierce’s existence had been veered towards the betterment of humankind, both of his Kingdom and an Empire with which he wished to bring to the forefront of global presence. Having lived a lifetime of successes and failures in this ambition, this united front, a common goal, a common humanity, had sent waves of pride down Pierce’s body, the brightest of smiles present spread across his countenance.  To see humanity finally together, after many years of outright squabble and conflict to salt the wounds of a dying pride, was a joy like none other.

 

A joy short lived. For what stirred in Pierce’s mind after the triumph of victory was polar to his heart and body. His eyes would twitch a moment, before collapsing to his knees, his digits curling into the finer cloth of his tunic, gripping at his chest.  The pain shooting throughout the course of his body leaving him short of breath, Pierce would gasp for air, but would not find it. A panic would ensue as he clawed at his chest, begging for a breath.  And then...darkness. 

 

The King would stir within his bed, a lone servant sitting along his bedside, a glass of water perched at his right along the wooden structure of his bedside cabinet. His breathing short and his body fatigued, he would look about, barely moving his head about his neck, his entire form screaming in pain as he does so. He’d blink begrudgingly, his gaze drifting to that of his servant. The words to escape his lips were brief and quiet, but spoke directly. The servant quickly left the room, leaving Pierce within the confines of his room, his head settling forward as he looked at the ceiling of his palace room. His light blue eyes fixated on nothing in particular as he simply laid in solitude, his mind unable to find the ability to wander as it once had. 
 

 

[1_Language_1 1671]

Matthias Rutledge frowns deeply at the news and begins to make plans to move his family back to Curon. He was almost a vegetable once, and had it not been for friends to help him back on his feet, then what could have been?

 

There was something owed, and Matthias was going to help Pierce recover as much as was possible. He jotted down many scribbled notes; exercises, speech therapy, anything that was done to Matthias, was going to be done to Pierce. 

[Ivoreyy 2303]

Amongst the crowds of Helena’s square, a local messenger would announce the news of the Curonian King. 

 

From upon the palace balcony, Mariya’s gaze would settle upon the stars above. She long ago recalls a man who’d taught her that the skies could provide beauty. His words-

 

“The stars, they bring me comfort. For in a world where things are constantly changing, shifting- they are the single thing that shall always remain the same, no matter when or where you look upon them”

 

She dearly hopes that wherever his mind may lie, he finds that same solace.

[Cobbler 809]

All Jakob Flameforge could do was stare at his oak desk. On it was nothing but a scrap of paper naming things he wanted to get done if he became the new senator. A single tear would come from his left eye and fall upon the paper almost next to Pierce’s name.

 

”When Curon gets a navy, the first boat should be named after Pierce. He won’t be able to wait to go on adventures on it.”

 

Jakob clenched his fist almost in rage as he began to crumble up the paper.

 

Then a thought crossed his mind, and he began to smile. He remembered coming to Curon for the first time with his brothers and meeting Pierce in the town square. Pierce didn’t want to be called King, or his majesty, just Pierce. This is what kept them there, through the hardship of the voidal mother, the bandits, the war. It was the leadership of Pierce and welcoming friendship no Lord or King had ever afford.

 

Jakob would un-crumble the paper as waves of nostalgia washed over him as he thought of all the kind memories he had of his king. He began scratching out all of the things on his list and decided to write one more thing.

 

”Make Pierce Proud”

 

Jakob would smile as he thought of his friend and then would get up to start his day.

 

 

[Ajax 335]

Amathion draws his silver longsword, slashing at anything he could, save people. His fury would be shown to all those who spectated; the older looking man clearly is not as aged as he appeared.

[doreebear 605]

Night had fallen fast upon the land, frost grew over the windows as the frigid night went on. Margueritte watched the ice crystals grow for a while, allowing her brain to be empty with nothingness. An insistent knocking begun abruptly on her manor door, at this  the woman jumped at this thunderous ruckus, she then leapt to her feet, scurrying over to the door to answer it. She then paused for a moment, eyeing her sword in the corner of the room, swiftly grabbing the long sword, readying to strike an attacker at this hour. Throwing the door open as she brought her sword up, reading to strike down before realizing it was only a mere messenger..Margueritte’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “ My sincerest apologies sir.” She then extended her soft hand to pluck the beige envelope from the messenger’s hands. “For your troubles.” The woman then slipped the messenger some mina, before closing the door. Margueritte then tore the envelope open without mercy. Her eyes then scanned across the letter, reading it. The bright lass went pale... as if she saw a dead man walking. “My God...”She gasped as she reached for her cloak, clutching it as she swung her dark wood door open, before slamming it shut behind her. Margueritte sprinted off into the night hoping to make it in time...

[koanda 620]

On that fateful evening, Ester would be met by a retinue of Curonian soldiers in Rubern, a solemn tone hovered over the group as they delivered a thick missive sealed with the familiar green of her House. But what the letter held, she had not expected, nor was she prepared for. 

 

She slowly fell to the dirt as her eyes moved over the page, her breathing shallowed and quiet sobs began to escape her. Ester’s mind flooded, racing through the memories of her childhood spent alongside him. And while they had little family outside from one another, to Ester, it was not lacking at all. 

 

Her heart sank as she finally came to realize that her first friend, the one who guided her through the hardest moments in her life was no longer the same, & even worse, he might never return again. The man who picked her up when her heart was shattered. The man who ensured she felt prideful of not only her House, but herself. Many of her most treasured memories were shared with Pierce. 

 

Through her cries she’d murmur a quiet promise. “You never let me face my problems alone, that is a favor I swear to repay.”

[AtrexPieren 140]

Arthur Sterling would sit in his library tired from  a long days work of laying mortar, hearing the news of Pierce's illness he would send his thoughts and prayers out to the Devereux family during these tough times.

[sergisala 3451]

Julius Salviatti would cry "I hope he recovers. He's one of the best kings I've ever met"