| ManxMan | - Fantasy, Romance - Strong SEXUAL Content |
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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
A Script from the Peony War
SCRIPT ONE
The Prince's Keep
— III —
The crown atop Jon's head was lighter than he imagined.
Officially King of the Midlands at the age of three and twenty, the ceremony had gone off without a hitch early in the morning. He'd wanted to make the announcement that Sir Kad Reed would be his successor if ever things came to that, but he quickly recalled his means to instead announce it during the High North's Winter Reception.
It was a festival held annually to celebrate the official arrival of Spring, and the only way the North could tell was when the ice wrapping their largest lake Killian melted. During that time, a migration of fish also returned to the waters, providing a much needed food supply to the populations in the area. And like every festival, there was music and dance and good spirits. Taking part in the regional fair would bring about far more merriment to his heart given that he and Raeyn would be wedded by then.
"Your Grace," the pitched voice of his new advisor said. "You've received a letter."
Jon looked upon the aged man of late sixty. He was wrinkled and hunched, eyes a steely gray under his hooded brow, and the dresses he wore dragged against the floor.
Jon had written to Raeyn last night and had lain awake in anticipation for a response, but he could see by the blue wax seal pressed against the edge that this was not from Raeyn. Besides, what word he ever received by his beloved was flown directly into his bedchamber.
This, however, did appear to be a letter from the North.
Peeling the wax seal, Jon unfolded the parchment with the advisor standing before him, Sir Kad Reed nearing now with four other Guards following suit.
House Vholgera,
Eyes of the Afire Coastal Watch send a report of distant activity on the horizon of the Middleman Sea. A colorless ship was spotted heading north. Alerts were sent to His Majesty Afire. Note, no negative activity has been reported. We will continue to monitor and send word if needed.
A colorless ship.
A single ship.
Jon suspected it was a lost vessel, or perhaps one came from The Cor.
The Cor was located as far down as the continent stretched and had no House colors. With the allowance to cross through the waters of the Kraken Sea; waters held fixed by the Redgraves, The Cor were not strangers to the High North. Jon did know, on the other hand, The Cor were a people who very much hated the cold, and with the High North locked in the fist of winter, it would be a surprise if they were in fact the ones who'd traveled along the horizon.
