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    “Next presenter, please step forth to confront the King and voice out your complaints.” States the King’s Advisor as he stands at the left side of the King’s throne.

    “Your Majesty.” bows the humble man slightly before standing once more. “I am only mere a humble blacksmith that only had just came into this Kingdom, sire. I ask for your blessings given onto my new Blacksmith shop and few coins to build it. I swear m’lord, I will pay back the money that I owe you.” speaks the Blacksmith as he shifts his gaze away from the King to the floor beneath him.

    “And exactly how much do you need to build and open your shop in my Kingdom, Blacksmith?” ask the King flatly.

    “Only 500 gold coins, my Liege. I promise I will pay you back and with dividen of course.” Explain the humble Blacksmith nodding his head slightly to his words.

    Without second thoughts, the King gesture his hand in approval following with a nod. “Very well then, Blacksmith. I will keep your word until the debt is settle and here—” the King snaps his finger to his Advisor and points to the Blacksmith, signalling the gold to be given—“Is your gold. I expect well from you. You may leave.” Nods the King gesturing his left hand to assure the man can now leave his palace.

    “Thank you, sire! You won’t be disappointed!” thank the Blacksmith appreciatively as he takes his leave from the Throne room after bowing to the King once more.

    Sighing under his breath as he stretch and crack his back for a moment, the King gazes at his Right-Hand man then to his trustful Advisor, Laslen Farseer.

    “Are there any more that want to see me, Laslen? If not—” stretches the King more as he crack more bones and sighs in satisfaction—“I will take my leave now because I have been sitting for far too long on this Throne and I need some good exercise to stretch this muscles up.” Sighs the King.

    “It seems that the Blacksmith was the last presenter who wanted to see today, my Liege.” Bows Laslen slightly as a respond.

    “Very well then, so shall it be. Come now, Truleir—” states the King as he raise up from his golden throne which was smelted from pure gold and diamond dust which then be carved into a majestic throne with the emblem of a Dragon’s head and a pair of polished rubies for eyes as the Dragon’s mouth was gap open, holding an ancient dragon’s blood gem stone as its prize—“Let’s go and explore the city shall we? I think we still have some time left in our hands.” Adds the King more as he walks to the large arch door.

    “Of course, your Majesty.” Replies Truleir as he follows the King once more.

    “My Liege! What about the papers that needed to be done?” question Leslen in panic as he sees the King leaving the Throne Room.

    Waving his hand not wanting to deal with the burden of the paperwork right now, the King continues on his pace as he answers “Just place it on my desk and let none grasp it. I’ll complete them later, just write a due date on a piece of black paper so I will know how urgent it is.” Without looking back at his Advisor who only huff and sigh under his breath.

    ~*~

    Walking into the castle courtyard as the sound of metal clashing fills the air, the King stops as he looks upon his men practicing combating one another with their own weapons. Some with bows and arrows, some with swords and shields while some others with spears and battle axes but nonetheless, the King admire their will to sharpen their skills of combat.

    “They possess the strong will of a fighter, my Liege. That is why they are growing stronger every single day.” Speaks the Right-Hand man as he gazes upon what the King sees with his blue pair of eyes.

    “Yes, I can see that.” Chuckles the King. “Their spirits are strong as their bond with one another.”

    “Spirits and Bonds…My Liege?” repeats the Right-Hand man with a puzzling look tattered on his face.

    Laughing lightly, the King nods. “Yes Truleir, spirits and bonds. As you can see, every human have their own spirits and bonds which also same goes for you. I know I may sound a bit off but my eyes show me their spirits and their bonds with one another. It gives me peace to know they have this. Because it shows me that…They are alive…”

    “I see. How do you see it actually? Is it with magic?” ask Truleir as he turns his gaze to his King.

    “Not with magic but my eyes…It is special, it shows me the things that usually mortals cannot see. It is sometimes a gift and a curse to me but I accept it nonetheless.” Answers the King simply, turning his head to Truleir and smiles.

    Returning the smile to his King, both of them walk again now entering the castle courtyard as some of the soldiers take notice of them as they bow their heads slightly to show respect before continuing on with their training.

    Glancing around to check on the progress of the soldiers training, both of the King and Truleir hears the raging shouting of a man from the sword fighting area.

    “Is that how you hold your sword? I won’t be surprise that you’ll be dead when your enemy sees you like that! Hold it steady!” shouts the raging voice more.

    “Well it seems Bodrin is having fun teaching the men to stay alive.” Chuckles the King. “Let us go and have a closer look, shall we?” added the King as both of them walk towards to the sword training area.

    Holding firmly his broadsword, a dwarf man stands proudly tall with his heavy armoury covering his entire body except for his head, where his red mullet styled hair can clearly be seen. He shouts and taunts his opponent and blocks his opponent attack with his sword before punching him right at the face.

    “That’s what you get for being cocky! Be like this and you’re dead by your enemy’s blade!” rant the dwarf as he kicks his opponent down. “Again! And this time keep your mind wide with all possible attacks!”

    The soldier man rubbed his face to ease the pain a bit and then sees the King just standing behind his Instructor smirking. Panicking, the man bows his head as he lower down his sword. “My King.”

    Hearing the calling of the King, Bodrin hums and quickly turns only to meet with a tall figure standing not far from him.

    “Ah my Liege, it is nice to see you in this fine day.” says Bodrin gruffly as he bows his head slightly and once again meet his gaze up to the King.

    “It is nice to see you too, Bodrin. How is the training going so far? Seems like you were having fun.” Lightly chuckles the King while patting on Bodrin’s steel pauldron.

    “Haha, yes…Fun indeed.” Chuckles Bodrin as he glance back to the young soldier. “Fun indeed for me of course.”

    “Well then, keep up the good work on you are doing my dear friend. I will now be off to somewhere else.” Smiles the King as he slightly nod his head making Bodrin turning back his gaze to the King.

    “Off to somewhere else already? But you just got here. Why not have a bit of fun and show the new rookies about a thing or two on how to handle their swords better. I know you miss this kind of things.” Suggests Bodrin smirking as he cross his arms over on another.

    Without hesitating, the King quickly unchained his red furry cloak and hand it to Truleir without waiting to hear any respond from his Right-Hand man as he walk up to the young soldier.

    “Well then, shall we begin?” ask the King to the young man as he stands up to his feet.

    “But my Liege, you…You don’t have any sword with you.” Stutter the young soldier as he grips on his sword worryingly.

    The King chuckle and shakes his head disapproving “Haha, I don’t actually. But,” The King bends and grabs onto a broken branch beneath his feet while without breaking any eye contact with the young soldier. “I do have a broken branch as a weapon. So, come on then. Let us fight.”

    “But—” before the young soldier could finish, the King cuts him off—“Fight.”

    With that being said, the King moves closer to the young soldier as he holds up his broken branch, waiting for any attack to strike him.

    Burdening following the order of the King himself, the young soldier quiver as he hold onto his sword as he moves in and swings his sword to the direction of the King as he close one of his eyes waiting for the impact.

    Hearing the swift sound that the sword makes , the King ducks down away from the sword range attack and stands back up again only now, that his broken branch is aiming at the young soldier’s expose throat.

    “Try again, lad. And this time, do not hold back. Imagine me as your real enemy. Don’t want you to die early now, do we?” jokes the King lightly as he lowers down his branch and moves two steps back from the soldier.

    “Yes, my Liege.” replies the soldier as he raises up his sword once more and concentrate his fully on defeating his current opponent, the King himself.

    Watching the combat match from a safe distance, the Nord and the dwarf observes their King and the fellow opponent as the Nord watch in uneasiness while for the dwarf, of course, amusement.

     “You sure do know how to hook him up, Bodrin.” Sighs Truleir as he stands beside the chuckling dwarf while holding the King’s cloak firmly, not wanting to drop it to the ground smearing it with whatever dirt lies beneath.

    “Hahaha, well of course! We are after all friends aren’t we, now?” chuckles the dwarf more but before the Nord could respond the dwarf shush him up.

    “When you are ready, lad.” Smiles the King, focusing and tries to predict the young soldier’s next move.

    With that being said, the young soldier quickly charge once more to the King as he swings his sword with full force, making the King step back quickly as he tries to avoid being cut by sharp metal.

    Seeing this, the young soldier quickly changes his fighting tactic as he tries to attack the King’s lower abdomen by slashing his sword through.

    In quick respond, the King blocks off the attack by using his vambrace, throwing his armoured left arm to block off the sword and throws it off aim to the other side. Then taking the opportunity of an opening, the King quickly kicks the young soldier off once more to the ground.

    Landing with a thud, the soldier groans in pain as he slowly sits up to only see the King smiling and pointing his broken branch to him again. Sighing in defeat, the young soldier just smiles slightly as he put both of his hands up, dropping his sword to the ground as it clang when it meets the hard stoned floor beneath.

    “Not bad for your second try this time, lad—” says the King as the he grabs onto one of the young soldier’s hand and pull him up to stand—“You just need a bit more speed. No pressure, lad. You’re doing good, so keep up the good work you have here.” Adds the King more as he pats on the young soldier’s shoulder.

    Hearing those compliments the young soldier smiles and nods his head in respond. “I will do my very best, my King.”

    “That’s good to hear.” States the King as he looks to the other soldiers around him and smiles more, “And of course, all of you too need to work hard and train some more.”

    With that, the other soldiers lit up with smiles on their faces and nod their heads in agreement.

    Letting go of the broken branch from his grasp, the King walk back to his Right-Hand man as Truleir offers his King the red furry cloak which the King gladly takes and chains it back onto himself. Oh his comfortable cloak, how he loves the feeling of it as the cloak drapes from his left shoulder down covering almost half of his arm with it.

    “Thank you for the fun, Bodrin. I enjoyed it.” Thank the King slightly nodding his head.

    “Hahaha! I knew it you missed the old sparring match! Well, it was my pleasure. Come again if you want to give the other soldiers some more pointers.” Replies the dwarf with amusement in his tone as he crack a smirk on his bearded face.

    “Hahaha, of course, my friend.” laughs the King, patting on Bodrin’s steel pauldron as a friendly gesture.

    “Maybe next time, why not instead the three of us fight against each other for the sake of combat tip?” suggest Truleir grinning.

    “Like the old times? Great idea, Truleir. What do you say, Bodrin? Are you in for another match some other time?” states the King as he glance at both Bodrin and Truleir smiling in delight.

    “Well, I can never say no to fighting. Hahaha! Deal then! Whenever we’re free!” replies Bodrin lightly laughing.

    “Then it is settled. Until next time, dear friend.” Smiles the King as he turns to Truleir and nod his head to sign him it is time to move.

     Walking out from the Courtyard as Truleir follows suite, the King leaves the training area with enlightenment in his heart and mind that his soldiers are doing their best.

    “Where to now, my Liege?” ask Truleir as he could see that both of them are approaching the Inner Gate.

    “Well, it’s nice to stay in the safety of the Inner Gate once in a while. But, you know me Truleir, I don’t like to be keep in hold for a very long time. So I thought we could go out and see the city once in a while to ease our minds.” Replies the King as the guards who are guarding the Inner Gate bows to the King as both of them walk pass them.

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    “Next presenter, please step forth to confront the King and voice out your complaints.” States the King’s Advisor as he stands at the left side of the King’s throne.

    “Your Majesty.” bows the humble man slightly before standing once more. “I am only mere a humble blacksmith that only had just came into this Kingdom, sire. I ask for your blessings given onto my new Blacksmith shop and few coins to build it. I swear m’lord, I will pay back the money that I owe you.” speaks the Blacksmith as he shifts his gaze away from the King to the floor beneath him.

    “And exactly how much do you need to build and open your shop in my Kingdom, Blacksmith?” ask the King flatly.

    “Only 500 gold coins, my Liege. I promise I will pay you back and with dividen of course.” Explain the humble Blacksmith nodding his head slightly to his words.

    Without second thoughts, the King gesture his hand in approval following with a nod. “Very well then, Blacksmith. I will keep your word until the debt is settle and here—” the King snaps his finger to his Advisor and points to the Blacksmith, signalling the gold to be given—“Is your gold. I expect well from you. You may leave.” Nods the King gesturing his left hand to assure the man can now leave his palace.

    “Thank you, sire! You won’t be disappointed!” thank the Blacksmith appreciatively as he takes his leave from the Throne room after bowing to the King once more.

    Sighing under his breath as he stretch and crack his back for a moment, the King gazes at his Right-Hand man then to his trustful Advisor, Laslen Farseer.

    “Are there any more that want to see me, Laslen? If not—” stretches the King more as he crack more bones and sighs in satisfaction—“I will take my leave now because I have been sitting for far too long on this Throne and I need some good exercise to stretch this muscles up.” Sighs the King.

    “It seems that the Blacksmith was the last presenter who wanted to see today, my Liege.” Bows Laslen slightly as a respond.

    “Very well then, so shall it be. Come now, Truleir—” states the King as he raise up from his golden throne which was smelted from pure gold and diamond dust which then be carved into a majestic throne with the emblem of a Dragon’s head and a pair of polished rubies for eyes as the Dragon’s mouth was gap open, holding an ancient dragon’s blood gem stone as its prize—“Let’s go and explore the city shall we? I think we still have some time left in our hands.” Adds the King more as he walks to the large arch door.

    “Of course, your Majesty.” Replies Truleir as he follows the King once more.

    “My Liege! What about the papers that needed to be done?” question Leslen in panic as he sees the King leaving the Throne Room.

    Waving his hand not wanting to deal with the burden of the paperwork right now, the King continues on his pace as he answers “Just place it on my desk and let none grasp it. I’ll complete them later, just write a due date on a piece of black paper so I will know how urgent it is.” Without looking back at his Advisor who only huff and sigh under his breath.

    ~*~

    Walking into the castle courtyard as the sound of metal clashing fills the air, the King stops as he looks upon his men practicing combating one another with their own weapons. Some with bows and arrows, some with swords and shields while some others with spears and battle axes but nonetheless, the King admire their will to sharpen their skills of combat.

    “They possess the strong will of a fighter, my Liege. That is why they are growing stronger every single day.” Speaks the Right-Hand man as he gazes upon what the King sees with his blue pair of eyes.

    “Yes, I can see that.” Chuckles the King. “Their spirits are strong as their bond with one another.”

    “Spirits and Bonds…My Liege?” repeats the Right-Hand man with a puzzling look tattered on his face.

    Laughing lightly, the King nods. “Yes Truleir, spirits and bonds. As you can see, every human have their own spirits and bonds which also same goes for you. I know I may sound a bit off but my eyes show me their spirits and their bonds with one another. It gives me peace to know they have this. Because it shows me that…They are alive…”

    “I see. How do you see it actually? Is it with magic?” ask Truleir as he turns his gaze to his King.

    “Not with magic but my eyes…It is special, it shows me the things that usually mortals cannot see. It is sometimes a gift and a curse to me but I accept it nonetheless.” Answers the King simply, turning his head to Truleir and smiles.

    Returning the smile to his King, both of them walk again now entering the castle courtyard as some of the soldiers take notice of them as they bow their heads slightly to show respect before continuing on with their training.

    Glancing around to check on the progress of the soldiers training, both of the King and Truleir hears the raging shouting of a man from the sword fighting area.

    “Is that how you hold your sword? I won’t be surprise that you’ll be dead when your enemy sees you like that! Hold it steady!” shouts the raging voice more.

    “Well it seems Bodrin is having fun teaching the men to stay alive.” Chuckles the King. “Let us go and have a closer look, shall we?” added the King as both of them walk towards to the sword training area.

    Holding firmly his broadsword, a dwarf man stands proudly tall with his heavy armoury covering his entire body except for his head, where his red mullet styled hair can clearly be seen. He shouts and taunts his opponent and blocks his opponent attack with his sword before punching him right at the face.

    “That’s what you get for being cocky! Be like this and you’re dead by your enemy’s blade!” rant the dwarf as he kicks his opponent down. “Again! And this time keep your mind wide with all possible attacks!”

    The soldier man rubbed his face to ease the pain a bit and then sees the King just standing behind his Instructor smirking. Panicking, the man bows his head as he lower down his sword. “My King.”

    Hearing the calling of the King, Bodrin hums and quickly turns only to meet with a tall figure standing not far from him.

    “Ah my Liege, it is nice to see you in this fine day.” says Bodrin gruffly as he bows his head slightly and once again meet his gaze up to the King.

    “It is nice to see you too, Bodrin. How is the training going so far? Seems like you were having fun.” Lightly chuckles the King while patting on Bodrin’s steel pauldron.

    “Haha, yes…Fun indeed.” Chuckles Bodrin as he glance back to the young soldier. “Fun indeed for me of course.”

    “Well then, keep up the good work on you are doing my dear friend. I will now be off to somewhere else.” Smiles the King as he slightly nod his head making Bodrin turning back his gaze to the King.

    “Off to somewhere else already? But you just got here. Why not have a bit of fun and show the new rookies about a thing or two on how to handle their swords better. I know you miss this kind of things.” Suggests Bodrin smirking as he cross his arms over on another.

    Without hesitating, the King quickly unchained his red furry cloak and hand it to Truleir without waiting to hear any respond from his Right-Hand man as he walk up to the young soldier.

    “Well then, shall we begin?” ask the King to the young man as he stands up to his feet.

    “But my Liege, you…You don’t have any sword with you.” Stutter the young soldier as he grips on his sword worryingly.

    The King chuckle and shakes his head disapproving “Haha, I don’t actually. But,” The King bends and grabs onto a broken branch beneath his feet while without breaking any eye contact with the young soldier. “I do have a broken branch as a weapon. So, come on then. Let us fight.”

    “But—” before the young soldier could finish, the King cuts him off—“Fight.”

    With that being said, the King moves closer to the young soldier as he holds up his broken branch, waiting for any attack to strike him.

    Burdening following the order of the King himself, the young soldier quiver as he hold onto his sword as he moves in and swings his sword to the direction of the King as he close one of his eyes waiting for the impact.

    Hearing the swift sound that the sword makes , the King ducks down away from the sword range attack and stands back up again only now, that his broken branch is aiming at the young soldier’s expose throat.

    “Try again, lad. And this time, do not hold back. Imagine me as your real enemy. Don’t want you to die early now, do we?” jokes the King lightly as he lowers down his branch and moves two steps back from the soldier.

    “Yes, my Liege.” replies the soldier as he raises up his sword once more and concentrate his fully on defeating his current opponent, the King himself.

    Watching the combat match from a safe distance, the Nord and the dwarf observes their King and the fellow opponent as the Nord watch in uneasiness while for the dwarf, of course, amusement.

     “You sure do know how to hook him up, Bodrin.” Sighs Truleir as he stands beside the chuckling dwarf while holding the King’s cloak firmly, not wanting to drop it to the ground smearing it with whatever dirt lies beneath.

    “Hahaha, well of course! We are after all friends aren’t we, now?” chuckles the dwarf more but before the Nord could respond the dwarf shush him up.

    “When you are ready, lad.” Smiles the King, focusing and tries to predict the young soldier’s next move.

    With that being said, the young soldier quickly charge once more to the King as he swings his sword with full force, making the King step back quickly as he tries to avoid being cut by sharp metal.

    Seeing this, the young soldier quickly changes his fighting tactic as he tries to attack the King’s lower abdomen by slashing his sword through.

    In quick respond, the King blocks off the attack by using his vambrace, throwing his armoured left arm to block off the sword and throws it off aim to the other side. Then taking the opportunity of an opening, the King quickly kicks the young soldier off once more to the ground.

    Landing with a thud, the soldier groans in pain as he slowly sits up to only see the King smiling and pointing his broken branch to him again. Sighing in defeat, the young soldier just smiles slightly as he put both of his hands up, dropping his sword to the ground as it clang when it meets the hard stoned floor beneath.

    “Not bad for your second try this time, lad—” says the King as the he grabs onto one of the young soldier’s hand and pull him up to stand—“You just need a bit more speed. No pressure, lad. You’re doing good, so keep up the good work you have here.” Adds the King more as he pats on the young soldier’s shoulder.

    Hearing those compliments the young soldier smiles and nods his head in respond. “I will do my very best, my King.”

    “That’s good to hear.” States the King as he looks to the other soldiers around him and smiles more, “And of course, all of you too need to work hard and train some more.”

    With that, the other soldiers lit up with smiles on their faces and nod their heads in agreement.

    Letting go of the broken branch from his grasp, the King walk back to his Right-Hand man as Truleir offers his King the red furry cloak which the King gladly takes and chains it back onto himself. Oh his comfortable cloak, how he loves the feeling of it as the cloak drapes from his left shoulder down covering almost half of his arm with it.

    “Thank you for the fun, Bodrin. I enjoyed it.” Thank the King slightly nodding his head.

    “Hahaha! I knew it you missed the old sparring match! Well, it was my pleasure. Come again if you want to give the other soldiers some more pointers.” Replies the dwarf with amusement in his tone as he crack a smirk on his bearded face.

    “Hahaha, of course, my friend.” laughs the King, patting on Bodrin’s steel pauldron as a friendly gesture.

    “Maybe next time, why not instead the three of us fight against each other for the sake of combat tip?” suggest Truleir grinning.

    “Like the old times? Great idea, Truleir. What do you say, Bodrin? Are you in for another match some other time?” states the King as he glance at both Bodrin and Truleir smiling in delight.

    “Well, I can never say no to fighting. Hahaha! Deal then! Whenever we’re free!” replies Bodrin lightly laughing.

    “Then it is settled. Until next time, dear friend.” Smiles the King as he turns to Truleir and nod his head to sign him it is time to move.

     Walking out from the Courtyard as Truleir follows suite, the King leaves the training area with enlightenment in his heart and mind that his soldiers are doing their best.

    “Where to now, my Liege?” ask Truleir as he could see that both of them are approaching the Inner Gate.

    “Well, it’s nice to stay in the safety of the Inner Gate once in a while. But, you know me Truleir, I don’t like to be keep in hold for a very long time. So I thought we could go out and see the city once in a while to ease our minds.” Replies the King as the guards who are guarding the Inner Gate bows to the King as both of them walk pass them.