North America / Kingdom of Yorkania (Crownlands of Manhattan): November 4th, 1517.
The tea cup slipped from my fingers.
*CRASH*.
The room went silent. The ladies in waiting an percival had worried looks on their faces as all tried to keep me steady.
"He's really dead. The man that tried to rape me in my sleep is dead" I thought as a a bad memory flashed through my head of a naked grinning man.
Percival had a look on realization on his face and looked at the ladies and gareth, gawain, elaine and enid and said calmly "Excuse my Impertinence your royal highness's. But her majesty needs a moment alone.
I am fine." I said calmly as my eyes hardened again. The look of of a survivor with a long an untold story.
Percival's eyes widened and said stutteringly "B…but, your majesty."
"I said I am fine." I said calmly as a servant cleaned up the glass on the floor.
I stood up from the sofa while looking at my step children and saying "Gareth meet your wife, princess kseniya. She is 17 years old so it will give you time to bond until she is ready to produce a royal heir. gawain meet your wife princess mary tudor. She is 20 years old and sister too king henry vIII and also pregnant with the duke of suffolk's child but that won't be a problem as it is proof that her womb is competent. Elaine meet your future husband…earl…what was your name again."
"Earl randall. My name is tristan de' randall your majesty." Said the plain looking man with a bow. It being a light skinned latino man with dark brown eyes, a heart shaped bearded face, dark brown curly hair and 6'0 in height with a slim muscular body in a luxerious attire.
"Ah. I see, so your family is situated in randall Island." I said calmly while looking him up and down, very slowly.
Tristan bowed and said with closed eyes and a confident smile forming on his face "Yes your majesty. My family is known for it's wisdom and vis…"
"Don't misunderstand, I did not interrupt you because you were wrong. I interrupted you because you were wasting oxygen. My lord, If thinking were a profession, you would be unemployed because your house has existed for five centuries and still has not produced a single interesting man. If wisdom were taxed, you would live your life untaxed and speak carefully. Every sentence you utter lowers the value of your house." I said calmly calmly while glancing back at gareth, gawain and elaine that were glaring at their new wives and husbands.
The chamber was silent. Percival's face was very ugly.
I looked slowly at each and every person in the chamber and said calmly "Send word to the council. Until a new king is crowned, yorkania answers to me. Seal the ports. Call the army. Inform the council that the crown is under my protection. The king is dead. How fortunate for yorkania that someone competent remains."
The chamber was silent. Everyone had wide eyes and a look of realization on their faces at the revelation.
"Yes your majesty." Said percival with a sigh of reconciliation and bowed while taking his leave with another sigh.
*Boom*
Gareth had a shocked look on his face and said stutteringly "F…father is…it can't be true."
"Dose this mean that gareth will become the next king." Asked gawain with a surprisingly straight unfazed look on his face.
I sighed and said with a wave of my hand as I started making my way towards the double doors, the guards and my ladies in waiting following after me "If incompetence were coin, gawain, this kingdom would be the richest in the world."
*Boom*
Gawain's eyes suddenly widened and said stutteringly with a look of realization on his face "S…so none of us are to rule."
(Lancelot de' Brooklyn's POV)
"What are you playing at lancelot. Are you trying to start a rebellion." Asked gandalore with squinted eyes as he stared at the smiling flamboyant man sitting behind the desk with a quill pen in his right hand.
Lancelot chuckled and said giddily with his chin resting on the back side of his left hand "I am in to deep…gandalore."
The study was silent. Gandalore's eyes were sharp.
"What do you mean your in to deep. My ears are old and past their prime. You need to be more careful with your words." Said gandalore calmly with a scary look in his eyes.
Lancelot chuckled and said very slowly with a sly smile forming on his face "You…heard…me…just fine old man. I am in too deep into the drug cartel transportation business between the catholic church and france."
"And what do you achieve by buying marquis cragface and baron smith." Asked gandalore with creased eyebrows and squinted eyes as he gripped his cane with his right hand.
Lancelot caught gandalore's hand motion an said calmly with a closed eyed smile "It's not good to be to nosey gandalore. That habit of yours can shorten your already long life. But I will give you this piece of Information. Cut the ties you have with jersey commonwealth and the datholic church."
"Your grace." Said gandalore with a sigh as he got up from the chair slowly with a nod of his head and took his leave slowly from the study with his left hand behind his back.
Lancelot still had a closed eyed smile on his face and said with a nod of his head "Your grace. Do take my warning to heart."
"I shall consider it." Said gandalore as he left the study.
*Boom*
"There is no considering this gandalore. It's either your in or your dead. This is why every kingdom needs a strong ruler as a backer so people can get away with anything and be pardoned when said figure has strong Influence" Thought lancelot as he licked his lips slowly and grabbed a seal with a golden crowned sea-lion rising from ocean waves on the bottom of it and sealed a letter shut hardly.
*DOOM*
(Morgan's POV)
*Boom*
"HER MAJESTY, QUEEN MORGAN LE FAY DE' QUEEN OF THE GREAT KINGDOM OF YORKANIA. HAIL. HAIL. HAIL." Said a guard loudly as he walked robotically down the great hall with soldiers marching behind him robotically and swords raised upward in front of there faces and stopped in front of the steps of the throne and faced toward the ton in sync while putting one hand behind there backs with the swords still raised upward in front of their faces.
HAIL. HAIL. HAIL." Said the guards loudly in sync.
My lips pursed slightly as I said while crossing my right leg over the left and leaned sideways on the throne "If anyone here objects… speak now. I would very much like to know where to point the army."
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THE END…