Chapter 50
It had been nearly three years since the death of the queen of Plegia, and communication between its king and Ylisse was starting to weaken.
Bandits had started to raid the boarder again, and some parts had become a frontier, where it wasn't exactly confirmed who had control of the territory.
Deciding that it was best to go meet with him again, the king of Ylisse prepared to go for an official visit, as his wife and lieutenant followed in suit.
Working their way to the capital, the king had taken note to many of the things that had changed in the years since the queen had passed.
While the country itself wasn't very habitable, the places where there was a way to survive, it would thrive, being some of the wealthiest cities on the world.
Now that had changed, as many of the prospering cities had died off when traders were uneasy entering a country where the king destroyed a castle because his wife died, killing several staff members at the same time.
"I had hoped for the best, but it looks like the country has returned to the way it was when his father was in power," the Ylissean king said, passing through one of the towns that had died in recent years.
"It truly has, I just hope that he can recover from his loss though," the queen said, taking a quick drink of water.
Reaching the capital, there was no fanfare or much of a hurrah as their used to be, but the Ylissean party expected it to be so.
Working their way to the entrance of the castle, someone rushed forward, a happy smile on her face as she whizzed by the guards, embracing the queen.
"Oh, you finally made it," she said, as the queen picked her up, asking the generic familial questions while the king and his lieutenant walked on forward.
"I see that you're wearing your father's favorite robe," the queen commented, putting the princess down.
"His favorite?" she asked seemingly confused.
"But doesn't he wear it all the time?" the queen asked.
"He said that he never wanted to wear it again, and he almost destroyed it, but kept it because I wanted to wear it," the princess responded, wondering why such a question was being asked.
"What does your father look like now?" the queen asked, as a look of concern was crossing her face.
"Um," the princess pondered as if he wasn't completely sure on how to respond.
Walking through the castle nearly empty of living creatures, the king of Ylisse and knight were working their way to the room where the king of Plegia said he would be, in the tallest towers of the castle.
Working their way up the stairs, they would see piles and piles of papers, all with some kind of writing on them.
Although they couldn't understand what the words meant, they could tell that they were certainly not spells meant to do things like shoot rainbows and pigeons, seeing how the higher they got, the more and more they were written with traces or completely written in blood.
Opening the door to the room, the first thing that they noticed about the king was how much his looks had changed.
His hair was no longer any shade of white, as it had taken a permanent dark shade of purple, and his skin was so pale, it appeared that he had not seen the sun for years.
Most of his clothes were tattered, damaged from all of his experiments, and there was nothing that indicated that he had bathed either.
He no longer had a friendly aura around him, as a permanent aura of darkness surrounded him, eyes glancing back and forth.
He clearly was no longer his old self.
"He looks like the bad guys from the stories mommy used to read to me."
A few moments later, after being requested many times by the princess, the queen finally gave in, and allowed her to ride with her on her pegasus. The amount of joy on her face from just a simple ride made the queen wonder how badly the death of her daughter had skewed the king.
While they were going back to land, there was a sudden explosion that encased the tower the meetings were supposed to happen, and the rest of the castle started to follow in suit, as the queen sat there in horror, her warrior eyes picking out things that the princess couldn't see through all the smoke and falling debris.
After a moment of just sitting there, the queen turned her mount around, and instructed her pegasus to fly at full speed, not even looking back as her tears rolled down her cheeks.
"What's happening?" the princess cried out, trying to look back, only having her face turned forward by the queen's hand.
"Someone has killed your father," she responded, as her mount flew forward, and the sun was high in the sky.
With the smoke clearing and the rubble settling down, a door that was completely sealed off was having two figures removing the rubble blocking it.
But they weren't alive, even though they were moving and could think to a certain degree, they still weren't living.
After a feasible amount of rubble had been cleared, a dark aura surrounded the sealed door, and it slowly opened, with fresh air circulating for the first time in nearly three years.
Laying there in a bed as she had stayed, the queen's body was a pretty as it was when she died, as someone walked in.
"I've brought you back," he said, as he kissed her dead face, waiting for the magic to happen.
A few seconds later, a glow came from the queen's eyes, before she blinked, looking around her.
"Where's my princess?"
