The capital's fall
The capital has fallen one person said quietly like they were afraid that saying it, out loud would make it really happen.
The duke swallowed hard his eyes fixed on a flame that was shaking. "That is what the riders are saying" he said. "The gates of the palace were broken. The palace was, on fire."
Leon that is what he used to be called. Now he likes to be known as Nagareth.
The name floated through the room. It was, like a knife coming out of its holder. The name kept moving. It caught everyones attention. The name was all people could think about.
"A common-born king?"
A woman wearing clothes for mourning let out a soft laugh but her hands were tightly holding her cup. "No. He is not, like people. Vellore is a special person. You do not get to take Vellore by chance."
