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A small collection of stories telling of certain events linked to the start and duration of the Peony War. Upon a continent riddled with histories of conflict, passion, romance, mystery, and...
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A Script from the Peony War
SCRIPT ONE
The Prince's Keep
— II —
The burial of a king was a hearty celebration of their reign rather than a show of grief for their passing. Subjects and those of the court and all likes of nobility were invited. Musical numbers filled the streets, theatrical performances of the monarch's accomplishments were displayed in comedies, feasts were held within the castle and all around, as there was not an empty stomach regardless of rank.
The lowest of the low born men and women of the Midlands saw no difference from their rich counterparts. Butchers with a lack of coin to their name laughed with the wealthiest of men, and ribbons were often traded amongst women no matter their status. Not that there was hatred amongst the populace of the Midlands even without the loss of a ruler. Those of lesser wealth held no ill-will toward those with heavy pockets, for all people of the kingdom were housed and fed and washed in the regard that was the Vholgera name.
All in all, the death of a ruler brought hearts together, and Jon watched from the balcony of his study as the festivities continued through the day.
"Love truly, my son," Jon recalled the words of his late father, the same he'd lived his own life by thus far. "No matter the soul, no matter the name, love truly, for it is what you will come to see mattered most in the end."
"What mattered to you in the end, father?" Jon asked. The study was empty of any others, but he knew his watchful Guards were standing outside the door. Given his own mother had already passed, and King Caeus never remarried, Jon wondered if there was an eagerness for death — so that King Caeus would at last be reunited with his queen. "Are you with her now, father? Are you both watching over me?"
If there was such a thing as an after world, Jon hoped his mother and father were not watching over him so closely or at all. They'd lived their lives as one, suffered the loss of one another, and now, if it could be said they were together again, he hoped they were spending their endless after years away from thoughts of the living.
While Jon was sure he would pray for guidance, he planned to pray to the Gods so as not to disturb his parent's rest. They deserved the silence. They deserved each other.
"Your Grace," the voice of Sir Kad Reed beckoned from beyond the door. "The ceremony is set to begin."
"One moment," Jon called and he turned his back to the lofty archway of the balcony, and when he closed the doors, so too did the distant merriment fade from his ear.
