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Naren – Kingsperch


The rebuilding of Kingsperch had been going well, but the search for the young prince had only turned up dead ends. A king’s counsellor was nothing without a king. Lord Cully leaned back in his chair and sighed. His brother had died in the uprising over three months ago, and had declared his only son as the heir to the kingdom. Cully could have contested it, but then his remaining brother and sister would as well. Besides, it was much easier to counsel a king than to take all the responsibility of actually being the king. As it was, if they did find the prince, the trio of siblings would still need to cooperate while raising the young king and teaching him all he needed to know.

A knock came at his door. He removed himself from his slouching position and sat up straight. “Come in.”

His younger brother, Rowan, and his sister, Dela Eden, walked in. Lady Dela Eden took a seat near Lord Cully. Lord Rowan remained standing.

He knew the answer by the looks on their faces, but he asked the question anyway. “Any luck yet?”

Rowan shook his head, “No. We’re still where we were from the start. We know someone slipped through the kitchen with him, but no one has been able to identify her more than as being a hooded woman. Furthermore, no one knows where she went after that.”

Dela Eden shook her head, “I’m afraid I’m losing hope, as are the people of Kingsperch.”

“You mean those who don’t want him dead.” Rowan interjected.

“Most of the rebels left after King Adinath was slain. They got what they wanted.” Cully replied. “I don’t know how many times I told him he shouldn’t be taxing the outlying cities so much. Now they’ve all declared themselves independent and Kingsperch is left without a ruler.”

“Kingsperch still has us,” Dela Eden stated. “Speaking of which, my informants from the streets say that most people agree we should form a ruling council until the time our nephew is found.”

“With just us?” Cully sighed, “Dela, you know I have no wish to rule.”

She frowned, “Nor do I, but we need to step up and take care of the people.”

Rowan shook his head, “I want no part of being on the council. I’m far too busy investigating not only the disappearance of our prince, but of the other cases we have open with the guard unit. If you absolutely want to do a council, perhaps my seat could be left to a vote for a candidate chosen by the people.”

Cully and Dela Eden exchanged a glance. Cully gave a slight nod to indicate that he was fine with it. Rowan was good at his job, and if he wished to continue doing it, then perhaps it would be best to elect someone to the third council position.

Dela Eden nodded once while looking back at Rowan, “I’ll check with my informants, and see what the people think of the rumor of an election for a seat. I don’t think it will cause much trouble. It may be good to have a commoner on the council.” She paused a moment before continuing, “There was another issue people are speaking about, and I suppose it may sound rather frivolous, but a lot of people say the city can’t really be called Kingsperch anymore. Afterall, we have no king.”

Cully raised a brow. He supposed it wasn’t untrue, but was the name of the city really that important?

Rowan replied, “What do they want to call it, Kingsfall?”

Dela Eden regarded him. “I’ve not heard of any suggestions, but I don’t think Kingsfall would be a bad idea. It would be a nice way to honor our fallen brother; to rename the city for him, wouldn’t it?”

Rowan considered it briefly and replied, “Perhaps it’s something you can speak of with the ruling council. As for the council, you will have it set up to step aside should I find the prince, correct?”

“Of course.”

“Good. I need to return to check with my men to see if they’ve found any new leads.”

“And I must go plant some rumors about an election and a name change for the city before setting things up for real. I want to make sure both ideas are well-received.”

Cully stood to see them both out. “Health and happiness to both of you.”

“And to you dear brother.” Dela Eden said as she followed Rowan out the door.


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WoW – Robe Shopping

“Why are we going here?” Hethurin asked as he followed Aeramin into one of the shops.

Aeramin sighed. Already, Hethurin was questioning his choices. It was going to be a long day. “They have robes here.”

“Sure, but they’re not wedding robes.”

Aeramin turned to face Hethurin, “I went to the wedding robe shop already. Their prices are ridiculous. I’m not paying that much for something I wear once, then hide at the back of the closet because it’s too nice to wear for anything else. So we’re going here.”

Hethurin twitched an ear, but followed Aeramin as he began to look at what the shop offered. It wasn’t as fancy as the wedding shop, but they still did custom orders. Or so the sign in the window said. Aeramin had to find something he liked first.

“What colors are you looking for?” Hethurin asked.

Aeramin hesitated to answer. Of course it seemed like an innocent question, and it was Hethurin who had told him in the first place that the colors needed to match. However, he wasn’t sure how much information he wanted to give before the plans were all finalized. He knew Hethurin wanted to help plan it. Allowing him to help pick out the robe was already enough in Aeramin’s opinion. Would telling him the colors give him the idea to start buying things in those colors for the wedding? Aeramin frowned, and answered, “Red and gold.”

Hethurin scrunched up his nose and raised a brow. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Why?”

“It’s just overdone at this point, don’t you think?”

“Imralion will be wearing his armor. We need to match, right?”

“Oh. Well, yes. I suppose so. What is the accent color?”

“What do you mean? The colors are red and gold.”

“Those are the main colors. What is the accent color?”

Aeramin shrugged.

“You don’t have one.” Hethurin accused.

“Just red and gold.”

“Well, okay. Let’s just find some for you to try on. Are you sure you won’t go to the wedding shop?” Hethurin asked as he started looking at the robes they had out on the display racks.

“I’m fine shopping here.”

“I’ll pay for it.”

“No.” That was the last thing he wanted.

Hethurin had already picked three robes out, and handed them to Aeramin before he could say anything else. “Try these on.”

Aeramin started to look at the robes he was given, but Hethurin put his hand on his back and guided him to the changing rooms. “I’ll keep looking while you try those.”

Aeramin sighed, and pulled the curtain shut. He briefly considered teleporting to just outside the shop and going to one that Hethurin wasn’t at, but that wouldn’t be nice. Hethurin was here because he had asked him to come along to help. He did value his opinion when it came to robes. Aeramin would rather not be in the shop at all. Hethurin was better at shopping than he was. That’s why he was here.

He looked over the robes now that he was alone. He wasn’t sure about any of them. None of them were the right colors, but he supposed if they could promise one in the same style and the right colors to be ready in time, that would be enough. He took the first one off the hanger and put it on. He looked in the mirror in the small room and scrunched up his nose. Knowing that Hethurin would want to see it anyway, he pulled back the curtain. “Well?”

Hethurin looked up from where he was browsing nearby. “No, not that one. It makes you look fat.”

Aeramin glared at Hethurin, but Hethurin looked back at the robes on a rack nearby.

“I’m not fat,” he mumbled to himself as he pulled the curtain shut again. He quickly changed, and put on the next robe. In the mirror, he didn’t think this one was any better. He opened the curtain.

Hethurin looked up again. He made a face and shook his head before looking back down at the other robes. Aeramin noticed he already had a couple more draped over his arm.

The next robe was the same thing except Hethurin gave him three other robes to try on before he went back to change.

Aeramin was beginning to think Hethurin was going to make him try on every robe in the shop. He quickly changed into the next one and stepped out again.

Hethurin looked up and considered the robe. “That one’s not bad. It’s a bit last year, but it looks good on you. You’ll need to get one in the right colors. Are you sure you don’t have an accent color?”

“There’s no accent. It could be black or white or something neutral, I guess. You think this one looks good?”

Hethurin nodded. “Have you lost weight?”

“Yeah, in the ten minutes since you called me fat.” Aeramin’s ear twitched.

“I didn’t call you fat. I said the robe made you look fat. There’s a difference. Turn around.”

Aeramin did as asked.

“Raise your arms.”

Again, he did as Hethurin asked.

“The fit looks good, so they won’t have to do many adjustments. Did you want to try on the others?”

“If this one’s good, then I’m done, aren’t I?”

“If you want to be.”

“I do want to be. Put the others back on the racks. I’ll change, and order this one in the right colors.” He could hear Hethurin sigh as he pulled the curtain closed.

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