So confused, of what, has come to be
Your life, your worth, you've given up to me
Believing, my words, I've become your deity
A hollow shell of what you used to be
Your lifeform drained of mentality
Thoughts are ruled by complexity
As you're numbed, and sink into dormancy
Sadus. Swallowed in black.
Minister Noish greeted the King with the usual nod and wave of hand. His eyes looked over and scanned Alulan, who knew that no one within these premises trusted him. Of course not without reason. King Albert had already gone through a great deal, who could say what might set him off now. But that wasn't so much the reason as was the loss of his memories. Although because of it no one really seemed willing to blame him for anything, but they all edged about as if he was part of some great conspiracy to destroy the world.
Thus the one thing he had learned... If they look funny at you, try to look at them with cold and calm gazes and most of them will run.
This was true for about everyone, from knight to maid. But Albert and Noish seemed completely impervious to Alulan's cold stares, as did the man at head of the Knighthoods; Kaiser.
Alulan had no memory of anything before the end of the God of Destruction. He's mind was blank before that, the people who had seen him said that he had been attacked by a great flying monster, its claws had nearly killed him. They said he had been badly hurt in the head for some time afterwards. So a doctor saw it fit to erase his memories, this doctor as he had heard from some scattered rumors was actually the leader of the wingly people... unfitting doctor for a tactician from a human country in his opinion. However many who had said this said that this doctor was indeed a greatly powerful person, and with out her aid he'd have never recovered.
None the less he wished even now that he might have gotten a slight chance to rip and rind that doctor into the ground. He had heard rumors not long after that a man named Dart had authorized his memory to be erased, along with the memory of two other people...
He remembered one of them taking it lightly and agreeing that it was best. The other hissing her heart out and not once raising her voice. He couldn't clearly remember her name now, it was fuzzy as were a lot of things from those days, and of course before...
A voice from the other side of the room snapped him back to reality. He looked over and saw Noish speaking loudly to the knight called Kaiser. The man was a default, so to speak. It was only by line of fire that he became head of the rather small First-Knighthood, and therefore in charge of the entire Knighthood.
"I don't think it's fit of us to go over there and attempt to force them back to our side, I think the people will come willingly!" Scoured Noish, as Kaiser waved his spear about and yelled back.
"Nonsense! Those people still have great hate of Carlo! And now with three of the Dragoons living here they will be most suspicious!"
"All the more reason to let them do so on their own! Do you want to be in another war?"
"Another war, we have dragoons to back us!" He puffed out his chest. "Who would fight us then?"
However this was where Albert finally stepped in. "What makes you think that either Dart, Raizel or Balder would aid us in our war, I certainly wouldn't." He said this softly, breaking up their fight in a second. "It isn't advised to do so after all."
Kaiser then proceeded to give Alulan a glowering look. "Of course it's not advised!!" And with that the knight moved from the room yelling orders to the men around him.
That's right... I did tell Albert not to try and force anything on the people in Sandora.
Albert moved to his seat at the head of the table, on this day his wife to be, would be arriving from Fletz. Her name was Emille, said to be the fairest and sweetest of all the ladies. It was said that she had golden hair the color of the sun light, and her skin was as white and soft as snow. However something tragic had happened to the queen to be, she had been used in some sort of conspiracy to aid bandits. A woman of identical beauty had taken her place, and it wasn't till Albert and his little dragoons arrived to save the day that the truth was revealed.
"I'm most sorry to have spoken to him again, I know you have asked me not to." Noish replied apologetically to Albert.
"No it's fine." Albert replied with a tired sigh, before waving someone over. "I want you to message Dart, tell him that we found what we we're looking for. Oh and have my library at least together enough for some writing."
"Of course my Lord." The messenger answered before traveling swiftly on his way.
Dart was one of the great Dragoons from the months past. It was known that he lived a married life now in a small village. In many ways reflecting typical great men. However in Alulan's opinion he was rather meager, ungrateful and stupid. He could only just read and write, he never considered himself to be fortunate for his great wealth, and not once did he attempt to make himself into the hero he was. Once again power was wasted on the stupid...
"Alulan I would like it if you would go down to greet the emissaries for Emille, there is no need to be diplomatic about it, however do not speak to the Royalty." Albert commanded.
So Alulan obeyed and headed down the steps to front of the castle. There he could see the small triad of people accompanying Emille for her wedding. Some of them would be staying with her here, others like her father would be traveling back.
Alulan meet them with the customary greeting and attempted to be cheerful about the event that would soon take place. Yet he found himself thinking that the princess would surely run off and hide out with some villager; especially since Albert was suffering from lack of sleep. The man's normally nice hair was getting overly knotty. He had circles under his eyes that looked like someone had attacked him with ink, and Alulan was sure that the guy was developing wrinkles. He stopped his thoughts as the Princess' carriage stopped at the steps of the castle.
He watched as the Princess stepped out of her carriage and walked slowly up the steps with amazing grace. She was pretty he thought, and then he thought something he hadn't rightly expected. He thought that he wanted to slice her neck, and throw her in some cave where no one would find her. However the thought passed in a moment, even if it reminded him of another thought like that one.
With it's passing he turned back to one of the Nobles who had come along to attend the festivities. The man smiled happily at him, chattering to him about how wonderful it would be to have a real wedding between two people so deeply in loves as Albert and Emille.
Alulan wondered if that could ever really happen in Royalty.
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A/N: I was looking through this baby name thing (no I'm not pregnant) and saw the name Alula, it means winged one in Welsh. Thus Alulan! . So any guesses to what going on? And don't worry next chappie shall be MUCH longer!
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