13 My Lord (1/2)
The sun stretched it's ever so glimmering rays onto the sea like a blanket of pure light through a glass bottle. A look at the wrong angle will cause a blinding glare that'll forcefully back off anyone daring to challenge it. However, once the perfect angle aligns itself along the ocean waves, everything springs to life like a garden of shining crystals.
At the royal capital of Harvoria, the king sat in his thrown like a man on his death bed. His face — dull and ill. His robes — washed and cared for. His hair as silver as the armor of the guards around him. His hands as wooden as the paddles the salves were beaten with. His voice as shallow and old as the thrown. ”Slave!” He yelled, sounding like a hag yelling at a teenager.
A small, shy looking slave girl approached him. Her name was Laena, but the King would never address a slave by their name. Her hair was short, only reaching above her shoulders and slightly below her soft chin. Her clothes were nothing more but a beaten blanket with a white teeshirt covered in dirt and sweat. Her face was young, perhaps too young for a slave — yet there she was, serving her master.
The girl named Laena ran over as fast as she could, barefoot and tripping over herself multiple times. ”Yes my lord…” Her voice as weak and frail as her young body.
”Fetch me my rift. I need to speak to Leonidas.”
Behind the royal guards stood a massive glass structure filled with exotic items on each individual shelf. Some had no meaning, and some held the deepest secrets one could ever hope to find inside the King's chamber. Either way, it would take more than just one man to get past this level of security.
”Yes me lord…” The girl named Laena bowed, running over to a beautiful display of marvelous items she didn't know the history of. The guards let her through, and she grabbed a navy blue sphere about the size of her head, bringing it back to the King within a moment's notice.
Laena kneeled on the cold tile floor below her, barely managing to hold the sphere upright in her hands as she stretched it out towards the King. ”Her you are my lord…” Her hands trembling of weakness and fear.\t\t
The King snatched the orb out of her hands with his wooden fingers. He set it aside on his armrest, then leaned back into his throne. ”Leonidas.” He demanded, tapping the orb and seeing the navy blue colors change into different shapes and patterns. ”I better hear some good news today.”
”My lord!” Leonidas replied back from the other end. ”Good news is all that I bring.”
”Very well, let's hear it then.”
Leonidas made a strange noise as if he was trying not to laugh, then settled himself and spoke. ”Your favorite — the one with the scar is no longer with us. I guess you can say that he took an unexpected dive off the ship.” He cackled quietly to himself.
”How certain are you?”
”My blade punctured through his kidney, femoral artery, and that bastard wolf. Then, I threw them off the ship as to not raise any suspicions.”
The king sighed, slightly relieved. ”Have you checked the waters?”
”No. But even if he su-”