Origin Of Legends: Wolves Of War

Chapter 11: The Dragonborn

767 AHSA (after hell spawn arrival)
25th of Dettris
Kurum, Human Kingdom Of Balivin

In the capital city of the human Kingdom Of Balivin, there lies a magnificent castle and inside said castle are multiple lords and ladies are gathered in a heated discussion over the loss at Fort Graken and the unknown status of King Trevis.

"Order please! I know the situation is dire but please understand this chaos benefits no one." Ferfyn says trying to calm them all down.

"Thousands died at Fort Graken and we are without a King with this Hell Spawn invasion going on." Lord Aygis exclaims with frustration.

Ferfyn sees the other lords and ladies again getting rowdy as he tries calming them all down proving to futile when Lord Trevon gets everyone's attention. Ferfyn looks daggers at Trevon mainly due to the rumors about him killing his family to take over Wolf's Den.

"Lord Ferfyn, it is my understanding that the King is a state where he can't respond at this very moment yes?" Trevon asks politely but Ferfyn can sense him mocking him.

"Get to the point lord Trevon." Ferfyn demands looking down.

"King Trevis never set an definitive heir and an instance such as this? A vote is carried out by the Lords and ladies to determine a regent till King Trevis recovers." Trevon points out.

Ferfyn sees the Lords and ladies whispering amongst themselves as he's frustrated by the fact Trevon is correct in terms of what has to happen.

"We should hold the votes as soon as possible and-" Trevon tries expressing.

"You're in no position to demand anything you snake." Lady Telena of house Wellace snaps out whilst favoring her stomach still recovering from the injury many weeks ago.

Everyone looks amongst each other as Ferfyn is curious to see how this goes.

"Lady Telena, I wasn't demanding anything, it was a mere suggestion. I know you recently lost your mother and brother so I'll forgive the-"

"Shut your mouth Trevon, twist the conversation however you wish but don't pretend you're trying to help or be reasonable. There's a power vacuum and you see an opportunity, as if you killing your brother's family wasn't enough." Telena states which gets the crowd talking amongst themselves.

Trevon shakes his head but remains in the face of adversity.

"You have a lot of nerve accusing me of kin slaying girl, I loved my brother and his family, little Oliven is all that remains and I'm not gonna lose him to." Trevon states emotionally.

Telena scoffs at this nonsense.

"Well if you're done lying... You will face justice, snakes like you don't last." Telena promises taking her leave with her guards.

Ferfyn locks eyes with Trevon and sighs.

"For the next two weeks, every lord and lady will be asked to pick who they think should become regent." Ferfyn says leaving and catches up with Telena. "Lady Telena."

Telena turns with her cloak having a flaming flail as Wellace's house sigil.

"Lord Ferfyn, you here to earn my vote or ask for my hand?" Telena teasingly asks while crossing her arms.

"I'm well beyond marriage at this point Lady Telena, I just wanted to ask if what you said about Trevon is true." Ferfyn says rather hushed.

Telena stares at Ferfyn inquisitively.

"Yes I was at Wolf's Den when it happened but answer me this, why did you retreat from Fort Graken?" Telena asks as Ferfyn sighs looking at the floor.

"We were outnumbered, King Trevis hit his head hard and he was out cold, we didn't have the numbers to hold out... I did what I thought was best and even that might be the worst decision I've had to make." Ferfyn replies softly and regretfully.