A War of Kings (Short)

I - The Southern King.

King Ronan sat in his chamber in Someries Castle. Another day in paradise. Under his sovereignty, the southern lands had not seen a more prosperous time. And yet, the king was unhappy. Because while his people believed the lie above, things could not be further from the truth. The Midlands, more well known as no-mans land, were slowly but surely become more and more accursed northern territory. He took up his sword, and gave it a few swings, which he found quite therapeutic when he thought of the enemy.

Suddenly, a knock came from the other side of the door. "Enter." The king announced. It was Theresa, the King's secretary. "My Lord, Edmunson's trial is about to begin. You are needed in attendance."

"I shall be down in a moment." Ronan replied.

Edmundson was one of Ronan's council, until he was found to be a northern spy. If Ronan had his way, Edmundson's innards would currently be being fed to the hounds, however, he abided by the law his father once passed, that every citizen of the south deserves a fair trial. Sheathing his weapon, putting on his robes, and adorning his crown, he proceeded down the stairs to the throne room.