King Fredrick strolled the broken halls of his once great palace, stone and rubble lay everywhere. The elegant fabrics and plants slowly deteriorating. Modula had allowed him to move about freely in a designated section of the palace which was closed off enough to prevent him from escaping. He walked past the doors that once lead into his subject's rooms, which were now just broken furniture and rubble. The entire palace had been looted by Modula's supporters. Fredrick strolled past one particular room that caught his attention, he decided to enter it.
Pushing open the tall, green, red, and golden doors, he entered the large room. A tattered bed was in the center with the rotting wood floors that had been exposed to the weather from the open doors of the balcony outside. The old man made his way to the open balcony and gazed off at his destroyed kingdom, smoke rising from the streets; most of the buildings had been wrecked, and long forgotten. His people scurried through the alley ways, scavenging for whatever food or shelter they could possible find as the Mutraddi guards wondered through the roads.
After taking as much as he could possible handle, he walked back inside and closed the duel glass doors to the balcony and covered them with the torn red curtains. He sat down on the bed, and looked around at the broken chairs and tables. The dresses and shoes, all laying scattered on the floor, forgotten. He picked up several pieces of jewelry that were set on a cracked bedside table. Heart, Body, and Mind, unite as one. It was one of his family crest necklaces, he was not surprised the jewel wasn't taken, the symbol was shunned by all after the fall of the kingdom.
Fredrick tucked away the metal in his shredded coat, and stroked his ruffled, white beard. Shattered picture frames were fallen to the floor; he picked one up and set it back on the wall, looking longingly at it. A smiling teenage girl sat in front of the shining city, before it was attacked. The old King wearily bent down, groaning in pain to pick up another and placed it beside the picture of the girl. It was a boy roughly the same age as the girl standing next to a middle aged woman. The boy was tall and confident, his shiny red uniform blazing in the sun. Short blonde hair sticking up in the back, sword at his side.
The woman was wearing a beautiful orange dress and looked very proud next to the boy. Fredrick put his hand on the picture. "My love, my son… I miss you." He whispered, his wife and son who had both died long ago, he looked back at the girl's photo. "My darling girl… Ilana…" He stared longingly at the photographs of his family members. "One day our family will be together again. My princess… my son… my queen…"
He placed the medallion in between the portraits. "Heart, body, and mind… unite as one…" The old man said before silently weeping. "One day… my darlings…"