The Journey, Chapter 9 = Previous chapter
Chapter 10.
As the sun rose, the King walked out of the palace, covered in blood from head to foot, sword in one hand and jug filled with wine in the other. The guards at the entrance gasped in shock and tried to ask if everything was ok. Thomaz snarled at them and staggered forward. There merchants getting ready, setting up their stalls for the start of the day, all stopped what they were doing, the sight of the drunk staggering king an uncomely sight.
Rubian watched from the ramparts, with a keen eye, a faint smirk on his lips as he stood there with his arms folded. Happy that the king was causing chaos, but also unaware of the queen's demise.
Thomaz grabbed a young teenager that was passing by, “Did you kill my wife?” Scared, the teen shook his head, unable to speak. Thomaz tossed him to the side like a rag doll. A merchant helped him to his feet, and told him to go home. A goat stopped in front of the king grazing on a small patch of grass, he screamed at the goat, but got ignored. Stubborn things goats are. This only served to anger the king who swung his sword into the goats back, the sword got stuck in the goats spine, because Thomaz was so drunk he couldn’t pull the sword out.
A guard walked up to Thomaz cautiously, asking him if everything was ok, but Thomaz grabbed him, throwing him to the floor, and jumped on top of him, punching him furiously in the face.
Julia woke up, upon opening her bedroom door she saw trails of blood and splatters all over the walls, she screamed, alerting the guards who sounded the alarm.
This became a time of unrest, the unpredictably of Thomaz’s anger scared everyone, earning him nicknames like Thomaz the Unjust, or Terror Thom. Naturally as with all things these names got back to him, but they didn’t anger him, in fact no they spurred him on even more.
Thomaz ordered Rubian to tax his people heavily, all gold, silver, copper, was to be brought to him, all fabric, and crops, were to be brought to him, all livestock to. If anyone refused they were to receive 25 lashings and their properties burnt to the ground.
Vivi did everything he could to discreetly oppose the king and help the civilians behind his back, but there was only so much he could do. The livelihood of the people took a heavy toll. So much so they tried to revolt, but the leader was found out, he was hung, drawn and quartered in front of everyone, parts of his body sent on pikes to the surrounding villages.
Julia found herself pregnant, the father a mystery for she refused to tell anyone. Thomaz was not happy, he did however try to insist that the baby would belong to him, that he would raise the child to be his own and heir to the throne. This scared Julia and rightfully so, but while the king was for the first time in months calm she took it upon herself to try and not anger him. Thomaz was careful and attentive around Julia, making sure she’d have everything she needed.
Vivi watched from the sidelines while still trying to do everything the king asked for, which was to be a spy, and find out what was happening outside the walls of the citadel.
Rubian would relay messages to Thomaz from the old witch, whispering words unknown to the king, and then he listened to every whispered word. Rubian was slowly and gradually turning the king against Vivi, planting seeds of distrust, disgust, and discrimination. Until one day, the king cornered Vivi with a sword to his throat, “Did you kill my wife?” he hissed.
Vivi calmly replied, “No my lord I did not.” Of course Thomaz made it known that he didn’t believe him, that is until Vivi looked him directly in the eyes and said “King Thomaz, Mi ne mortigis vian edzinon, reĝino Hannah” The words of the ancient language, ‘I did not kill your wife, queen Hannah,’ struck Thomaz hard, because he knew himself anyone who spoke in the ancient language could not lie. He moved away from Vivi and through the sword on the floor across the room.
Rubian was not happy, the ancient language he hated with every ounce of his being. So powerful, and influencing it was that no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t use it himself, even though he had magic coursing through his veins, he couldn’t master the art of the ancient words.
Julia’s pregnancy was going smoothly, Vivi regularly checked up on her, and was happy how things were going, despite finding it incredibly strange that she’d have cravings for mashed banana on bread, as well an ever appetising craving for mashed banana on slices of cheese
“You should try it Vivi, you might like it!” Julia said with a persuasive smile. Vivi politely declined, that is until Julia shoved some mashed banana on a slice of cheese in Vivi’s mouth mid sentence. Vivi choked a little, then reluctantly chewed and swallowed, with a little gruff cough, responded “Definitely not to my taste.” He replied, pulling a face. Julia just laughed.
Rubian and Thomaz were talking privately in the King's chambers. Thomaz knew that Julia would give birth soon, he was getting frustrated with the waiting.
“You are about to set forth on a campaign my lord, are you sure you want a little bairn running around your feet?”
Thomaz thought about it, while Rubians words were true, he wouldn’t have the necessary time to train the child exactly how he wanted, there wasn’t a chance on this continent he’d trust a wet nurse again. He paced up and down his chambers, thinking carefully.
“The prophecy, we mustn’t forget about that either my lord, what if the bairn is a boy, it could be the one to rise up against you, just as you did against your father…”
The king stopped moving, he looked at Rubian, and that was then, when Rubian knew he’d successfully planted the seed he wanted.
“Julia and the baby must die…” The king muttered.
Chapter 10.
As the sun rose, the King walked out of the palace, covered in blood from head to foot, sword in one hand and jug filled with wine in the other. The guards at the entrance gasped in shock and tried to ask if everything was ok. Thomaz snarled at them and staggered forward. There merchants getting ready, setting up their stalls for the start of the day, all stopped what they were doing, the sight of the drunk staggering king an uncomely sight.
Rubian watched from the ramparts, with a keen eye, a faint smirk on his lips as he stood there with his arms folded. Happy that the king was causing chaos, but also unaware of the queen's demise.
Thomaz grabbed a young teenager that was passing by, “Did you kill my wife?” Scared, the teen shook his head, unable to speak. Thomaz tossed him to the side like a rag doll. A merchant helped him to his feet, and told him to go home. A goat stopped in front of the king grazing on a small patch of grass, he screamed at the goat, but got ignored. Stubborn things goats are. This only served to anger the king who swung his sword into the goats back, the sword got stuck in the goats spine, because Thomaz was so drunk he couldn’t pull the sword out.
A guard walked up to Thomaz cautiously, asking him if everything was ok, but Thomaz grabbed him, throwing him to the floor, and jumped on top of him, punching him furiously in the face.
Julia woke up, upon opening her bedroom door she saw trails of blood and splatters all over the walls, she screamed, alerting the guards who sounded the alarm.
This became a time of unrest, the unpredictably of Thomaz’s anger scared everyone, earning him nicknames like Thomaz the Unjust, or Terror Thom. Naturally as with all things these names got back to him, but they didn’t anger him, in fact no they spurred him on even more.
Thomaz ordered Rubian to tax his people heavily, all gold, silver, copper, was to be brought to him, all fabric, and crops, were to be brought to him, all livestock to. If anyone refused they were to receive 25 lashings and their properties burnt to the ground.
Vivi did everything he could to discreetly oppose the king and help the civilians behind his back, but there was only so much he could do. The livelihood of the people took a heavy toll. So much so they tried to revolt, but the leader was found out, he was hung, drawn and quartered in front of everyone, parts of his body sent on pikes to the surrounding villages.
Julia found herself pregnant, the father a mystery for she refused to tell anyone. Thomaz was not happy, he did however try to insist that the baby would belong to him, that he would raise the child to be his own and heir to the throne. This scared Julia and rightfully so, but while the king was for the first time in months calm she took it upon herself to try and not anger him. Thomaz was careful and attentive around Julia, making sure she’d have everything she needed.
Vivi watched from the sidelines while still trying to do everything the king asked for, which was to be a spy, and find out what was happening outside the walls of the citadel.
Rubian would relay messages to Thomaz from the old witch, whispering words unknown to the king, and then he listened to every whispered word. Rubian was slowly and gradually turning the king against Vivi, planting seeds of distrust, disgust, and discrimination. Until one day, the king cornered Vivi with a sword to his throat, “Did you kill my wife?” he hissed.
Vivi calmly replied, “No my lord I did not.” Of course Thomaz made it known that he didn’t believe him, that is until Vivi looked him directly in the eyes and said “King Thomaz, Mi ne mortigis vian edzinon, reĝino Hannah” The words of the ancient language, ‘I did not kill your wife, queen Hannah,’ struck Thomaz hard, because he knew himself anyone who spoke in the ancient language could not lie. He moved away from Vivi and through the sword on the floor across the room.
Rubian was not happy, the ancient language he hated with every ounce of his being. So powerful, and influencing it was that no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t use it himself, even though he had magic coursing through his veins, he couldn’t master the art of the ancient words.
Julia’s pregnancy was going smoothly, Vivi regularly checked up on her, and was happy how things were going, despite finding it incredibly strange that she’d have cravings for mashed banana on bread, as well an ever appetising craving for mashed banana on slices of cheese
“You should try it Vivi, you might like it!” Julia said with a persuasive smile. Vivi politely declined, that is until Julia shoved some mashed banana on a slice of cheese in Vivi’s mouth mid sentence. Vivi choked a little, then reluctantly chewed and swallowed, with a little gruff cough, responded “Definitely not to my taste.” He replied, pulling a face. Julia just laughed.
Rubian and Thomaz were talking privately in the King's chambers. Thomaz knew that Julia would give birth soon, he was getting frustrated with the waiting.
“You are about to set forth on a campaign my lord, are you sure you want a little bairn running around your feet?”
Thomaz thought about it, while Rubians words were true, he wouldn’t have the necessary time to train the child exactly how he wanted, there wasn’t a chance on this continent he’d trust a wet nurse again. He paced up and down his chambers, thinking carefully.
“The prophecy, we mustn’t forget about that either my lord, what if the bairn is a boy, it could be the one to rise up against you, just as you did against your father…”
The king stopped moving, he looked at Rubian, and that was then, when Rubian knew he’d successfully planted the seed he wanted.
“Julia and the baby must die…” The king muttered.
