"Do not trust him! He is a scoundrel, a liar perchance! He is of no worth
to you!" the Chancellor almost dared to bark at the queen. "This... this
peasant! This peasant does no deserve to be your protector! If I would be
so bold, I would go as far to say that he doesn't deserve LIFE, for wasting
the queen's time with a lowly serf's pointless babble." The Chancellor was
an average looking man, neither weak nor frail, but of perfect height and
weight, in his mind, for the position. He was the cruelty to the queen's
mercy, the condemnation to the queen condoning nature. His robes were long,
as was his dark, black hair, and they were a crimson red with the
occasional purple or black. The Chancellor thought this behavior and dress
was necessary... the queen was too soft to not have a counterweight in her
court.
"Pointless babble! Lowly serf! Hey, I've told you," the dirty, unkempt, and slightly damp man shouted at the richly dressed and perfectly hygienic Chancellor. "I don't know who I am... I might be the king of Caladria, for all you or I know!" The visitor looked like he had been through hell and back. His hair was messy and almost dripping with water, his garb was blackened and perhaps slightly bloodied, and much of what he wore was ripped. Additionally, he only had one shoe.
"You will be SILENT in the presence of the queen!"
"No, you will be silent for the time being, Chancellor Addam. You have overstepped your bounds... this is for me to decide!" the queen harshly reprimanded her advisor and second-in-command. Queen Kalia was young for being one of such high stature and power, but the people still liked her. She was pretty, but unmarried. In fact, she vowed never to do so, claiming that she was already married to her throne and her country, Amendanil.
"I'm sorry, your Highness, but you see I only have your safety in mind. His story is farfetched, his mannerisms are appalling, and he, furthermore, is a peasant! There is no place for him!" the Chancellor argued, with more respect this time but no less self-righteousness.
"That is for ME to decide, Chancellor! As I said, you have overstepped your bounds! Now, digress or relinquish!" That was an unusual harshness that the Chancellor only rarely saw in the queen. He stepped down immediately- this stranger wasn't worth his job. "Now, stranger, tell me your name and your story... why are you here?"
"Thank you, Queen Kalia," the man looked at her as he said this with the deepest reverence. "I have no idea what my name is, or from where do I hail. I woke up this morning floating in a river, slightly bloody and extremely messy. I investigated my person and found only what you see now, plus one more item."
"Being...?"
"Being a piece of paper bearing the words 'The Queen is in danger, protect the Queen.'" The man stood up before her and appealed to her with his eyes. His deep, almost enchanting eyes. Then the Chancellor noticed it. This debate was over, the queen had already decided. The stranger was going to stay. The reason was not trust or safety, but that didn't matter to the young royalty now. She was in love.
"Pointless babble! Lowly serf! Hey, I've told you," the dirty, unkempt, and slightly damp man shouted at the richly dressed and perfectly hygienic Chancellor. "I don't know who I am... I might be the king of Caladria, for all you or I know!" The visitor looked like he had been through hell and back. His hair was messy and almost dripping with water, his garb was blackened and perhaps slightly bloodied, and much of what he wore was ripped. Additionally, he only had one shoe.
"You will be SILENT in the presence of the queen!"
"No, you will be silent for the time being, Chancellor Addam. You have overstepped your bounds... this is for me to decide!" the queen harshly reprimanded her advisor and second-in-command. Queen Kalia was young for being one of such high stature and power, but the people still liked her. She was pretty, but unmarried. In fact, she vowed never to do so, claiming that she was already married to her throne and her country, Amendanil.
"I'm sorry, your Highness, but you see I only have your safety in mind. His story is farfetched, his mannerisms are appalling, and he, furthermore, is a peasant! There is no place for him!" the Chancellor argued, with more respect this time but no less self-righteousness.
"That is for ME to decide, Chancellor! As I said, you have overstepped your bounds! Now, digress or relinquish!" That was an unusual harshness that the Chancellor only rarely saw in the queen. He stepped down immediately- this stranger wasn't worth his job. "Now, stranger, tell me your name and your story... why are you here?"
"Thank you, Queen Kalia," the man looked at her as he said this with the deepest reverence. "I have no idea what my name is, or from where do I hail. I woke up this morning floating in a river, slightly bloody and extremely messy. I investigated my person and found only what you see now, plus one more item."
"Being...?"
"Being a piece of paper bearing the words 'The Queen is in danger, protect the Queen.'" The man stood up before her and appealed to her with his eyes. His deep, almost enchanting eyes. Then the Chancellor noticed it. This debate was over, the queen had already decided. The stranger was going to stay. The reason was not trust or safety, but that didn't matter to the young royalty now. She was in love.
