Their around the table map sets the ones who are really in control , the map is covering all of the known world, from the Varish to the dead lands, on its end sets the king with his heir setting behind him, his first and the oldest, his son Rafam the prince, on the left side sets Lord of house Waster, Lord Kailer, the right side is emptied for the lord of house Hallow stones, for he is the last to come down here
As lord Varyon sat upon the stone tablet the king spoke
"My ears heard of the fires beyond the sea; they are targeting our lands"
"The sea will put that flame off if it wishes to cross it barefoot," said Lord Kailer
"Even without a ship, the flames can cross the sea if enough winds are on their side," said Lord Varyon
"We don't put our fates in Ifs at this court," said Lord Kailer
"You know better then any that they have no good intentions" Said lord Varyon before leaning back into his chair and continuing with ", and your son is enough proof of that"
"I heard that your son ended up fighting with one of their groups," said the king
"They are, undergoing a inside battle, shewing each other's bones to dust," said Lord Kailer
"By the time they finish shewing bones, theirs will grew harder while ours will soften up," said Lord Varyon
"We cannot just storm in their grounds; we'll be just giving them free supplies," said Lord Kailer
"As long as they need our food, and they have no way of building ships, yet, we should strike them"
"Speaking of such, Lord Kailer has finished the trade I ordered him to" the king said as a knight came forward handing him a scroll, the same one Torden fought for
"What? This time instead of minerals you asked those mad men for knowledge, "said Lord Varyon "If they had such a brain, they would've used It against us already"
"This isn't any knowledge, this is the real history, the one my ancestors left behind as they crossed the sea with blood" said the king Gerdon
"We tried sending spies with the exiled mad men beyond the sea, but they caught them in no time," said Lord Kailer
"The ones ruling the mountain are no joke, and so are the others" said king Gerdon
"The others? Are there other groups that have erupted recently" said lord Varyon
"The one who rules the mountain range used to exile whoever was against his ideals, with time there was enough for them to build their own faction wish is threatening his rule, they name it, the black sheep," said Lord Kailer
"Can't we use that to our advantage" said lord Varyon "I mean if they hate each other, we can cut supplies and let them fight for the leftovers, by time when they are weak enough, we strike the rest with little to no damages"
"Although that might seem like a great idea my lord" said Lord Rafam, first son of the king "If we do so more of whom hates us will appear, by time if they end up with knowledge of the old, they might throw their swords on us"
"If such a thing existed as an old knowledge, why hasn't they used it yet to cross the red sea when they had no conflict," said Lord Varyon
"That, we don't know, but what we know is that it exists, it might need time, and the time might be near its end," said Lord Kailer
"How do you know that?" said lord Varyon
The king opened the scroll that looked old and torn apart, in its white space, weird litters covered its space, in the middle a big bell with a circle beneath it, is drawn with weird symbols
"And how do you trust that is not child's play," said Lord Varyon
"The same way they trust the bread without poison I send them" said King Gerdon "and our spies already gotten some intel on the same things from beyond the market"
"You mean some of your spies found the same knowledge already in the hand of the king of the Varish" said Lord Varyon as both of him and Lord Kailer seemed shocked
"You know about the restricted 3 old towers circling his capital," said the king Gerdon "Some of my spies went inside one and found a torn and falls bell, the same one in the paper, although they weren't able to take a sample"
"It being broken down is proof that he is yet to uncover its secrets, we are ahead with us having these papers," said Lord Kailer "But having this paper is proof enough that the ones who rule the mountains have more"
"You are right, but what I want to focus in for now is the king of the Varish, he too is up to no good" said the king Gerdon
"Yes, I heard about it too" said Lord Varyon "He is sending random knight empty carriages to roam around his lands, what he is hiding is the problem"
"I would have suggested taking his reader hostage and taking info out of him directly "said Prince Rafam ", but him sending his tongue like this, means one of the two, he either is of no value anymore"
"Or that even his closest allies have no idea of what is going on in his mind right now," said Lord Varyon
"Thinking about it for too long is going to only shower us in expectations and theories, people need to see your faces more or stories will go around, let's go the second night is near" said the King Gerdon as they all stood up and walked out a guard closing the doo behind them, leaving only thoughts in the dark
In the sitting sun Fraymon is duelling with a knight of the king, he seems to be one with a Sigel of a sword on his chest so he is pointed directly by the king, their wooden swords are hitting eachother, Fraymon is staying at a line of defence and attack pattern
Fraymon laughed as he said "I guess a Sigel Knight is not a big deal anymore" trying to provoke the knight in front of him who was going easy on him with one hand behind his back, sadly it worked
The knight charged forward and with a quick strike he threw Fraymon's sword away leaving him standing without it, stunned and confused he left him
"Wont you pick it up boy" said the knight lifting both his hands up as he was walking back as if saying, come and get me, a guard came to Fraymon with a brand new one, as he got into a defence mod
He did not seem to budge back and only focused on defending the important parts of his body leaving it standing, he knew that the knight can't really harm him for his position is high so he smirked
The knight smiled and said "nice defence I see, must've learnt it defending traders from bandits in your coasts" as the knight charged forward
Fraymon managed to parry the knight's recklessness so he tried to hit him with the sword, but that was a trap the knight sat and with a quick swipe to the legs Fraymon fell flat on his back
"Don't fight with emotions boy, do so" as the knight picked some dirt and poured it on Fraymon's head" And all your efforts go to dust"
As the knight helped Fraymon to stand up Fraymon asked "So how does a norma Knight get a Sigel like yours and becomes and official by the king"
"You need to be the best at some kind of weapon for you to gain this thing here" replied the knight
"So, you are the best sword man there is" said Fraymon
"Single sword man is the correct sentence; I might be lacking compared to one who uses a spear or dual swords" said the knight as he looked at outside the training grounds
From out the filed Fraymon's mother is calling on him as the sun was setting down and the sky grew darker
"Fraymon!!"
As he walked up to her, he removed the dirt of his hair and the sweat from his face, "What?" he asked her
"What do you mean by what?? Go clean up the second night is about to begin" the mother said as one with a horn is roaming around blowing it
"What are you waiting for? go!" said the mother as she pushed him
The one holding the horn started shouting "The king has called upon you people, tonight is when the duels will begin"
Up in the castle the prince is greeting the ladies, one after another, too many of them are greeting him trying to get in a conversation with him, but he seemed to busy to talk back, and fast he went upstairs where the guards stopped the ladies from following, of course not all of them tried to follow him just a few who were very annoying
Their in the dark room he sat down, tired, defeated, eyes failing him rolled all the way up as his mouth is open as if he gave up on controlling his body anymore, leaving all muscles in a dead like state, he stood up towards the painting beside the window, it was of him smiling a very pure one, as if light is coming out of him, him reached his hand, palm flat on it as if he is fascinated by it, but his tired and angry eyes tell other ways
From out the room his father, walking right in front of his room he heard glass crashing,
he knocked hard and fast for the room won't open from outside,
Rafam's head peeked from it with a bright smile as he said, "Oh sister? What are you doing here you need to go down to the party already"
"I heard noises from inside, is there anything I should know, oh blood…" he said looking at the bloody hand he pushed the door with
"Oh, this? I just dropped a glass by accident, and injured myself cleaning up" he replied
"Then clean up fast and come down, you need to show your 'Bright Smile' to the public, stop the bleeding first of course" said his father before walking off
"Don't worry father" he said as he entered the room with the painting on the ground the glass on it shattered, "I will be cleaning this place well"