The BeginningA Chapter by Ja StrangelynDark
clouds rolled over tall spires that nearly struck the heavens. The sky rumbled with its anger and
despair, dropping tears as it spread over the sloping hills. The kingdom of
Ieslal mourned a great tragedy. Its lands wept at the loss no one was ever
expecting. The king sat on his throne, head in
hand, sneer on his face as he contemplated on what needed to be done. The queen
was dead. Gone with the birth of his fourth child: a stillborn boy. A second
son would have ensured his lineage to carry on and now, he would need to
protect his only son with all that he had. That was his only heir. His two
daughters were not allowed or fit to rule Ieslal and he would see them married
off to the dukes of his lands. One son was all that he had now. One
tiny child with mixed blood and much sharper features than his father, would
rule the kingdom. He would be the future long after the king was gone or even
before. That was his only requirement from his disgraced wife: to bear heirs. Sure,
he could remarry but Illon had been a political and monetary alliance, joining
two lands together to create an expanded kingdom across Asna. No other maiden
was available nor were any other politics to worry about at the moment. The
king sighed and stood up, fists clenched by his side as his only son approached
his throne. A jeer slid across his face as he thought of the many ways he could
keep his heir from straying away of the idea of being king. He will be harsh
and ruthless. The
prince will be his heir. His lineage, his beneficiary, his legacy.
Davorin
Blackenthor will make sure of that. © 2015 Ja StrangelynReviews
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1 Review Added on December 23, 2015 Last Updated on December 23, 2015 AuthorJa StrangelynLake Charles, LAAboutI'm just a young author who's working two jobs just wanting to get my ideas out there. I recently graduated with a degree in Political Science though that wasn't my dream degree but it works. My plan .. more..Writing
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