6 The dead Lord (1/1)

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Year 1632

The sudden death of The widower King of Brookville caused widespread mourning. A memorial service was performed in the courtyard of the palace. Kings along with their queens and the chamberlains from all four provinces attended the service and paid their last tribute to the royal personage. People from around the province came to pay their last respects to beloved late King Randolph.

Meanwhile a 17 year old boy stood near the burial vault still as he saw it being carried away from him. His face was void of emotions and expressions. He emitted an aura of coldness and aloofness. Time passed by, he stood still as the sun dipped below the horizon, the momentary colors of dusk began to fade away.

”Rest in peace Father”, Alexander spoke, a tear rolled down his left cheek. The emotions that he had been supressing in his heart, found a way out in the form of a single tear. Wiping the tear off his left cheek, he started walking towards the castle. His legs had lost all vigour. He stumbled upon a stone and fell on his knees. He bowed his head for a while and then looked up at the starry sky.

”Mother...”, he whispered closing his eyes, this time tears rolled down his both cheeks as if they were racing down his perfectly sculpted face.

Seeing the Young Prince in such a dire state, the butler rushed near him. Helping him stand up, he patted the boy's back. Alex smiled at the gentle gesture.

”Take me home Julius”, he spoke soflty.

Suprised by tone, the butler smiled as he spoke ”Yes My Lord”.

Alex smirked upon hearing this, ”The Lord is dead”, he spoke, his eyes void of emotions.

'No My Lord' the butler spoke nothing. He knew he had more years to serve the Lord.

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