Note: I had a dream about writing this fic the other night and even though
I still have a long ways to go on most of my other stuff I'm going have
this replace Ride On Through The Night. I don't even remotely like that fic
anymore and I plain to take it down in a week or so.
B.M= Before Moon D.M= During Moon A.M= After Moon
Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of Dragoon at all! This disclaimer applies to the entire fic! And if you really want one for every chapter too bad cause I'm so sick of these that I want to buy Legend of Dragoon!!!
Legend of Albert
Albert was born in the year of 26 B.M. under the aid of the Midwife Gilda who lived in Hoax. His birth was one of great sadness and joy for the people of Serdio. His mother Second Sacred Sister Asrel died not two days after his birth. It was because of this that Carlo couldn't even bring himself to see his son until almost a month later...
Carlo began the slow walk up the stairs, he'd almost forgotten about the boy that had caused his precious Asrel's death. The maid might have killed him, and if not for Dole saying something at dinner, he'd never have noticed. Carlo smiled to himself, silly how things could slip your mind.
But that was what those peasants and serfs were for! Kings couldn't baby-sit! Carlo laughed to himself as he walked up the stairs. He wondered if the child would look like him or Asrel more, if he had even bothered to name the child?
"Your majesty! I-I wasn't ware you were coming to see him!" A young maid stumbled out of the way.
"He's my son, is he not?" Carlo walked over to inspect what ever was in the cradle.
Inside rapped in blankets was the young prince. He had hazel eyes like his mother, and little wispy stands of brown like him. Something in Carlo changed, he no longer laughed at how he had forgotten the child, now he was enraged. Enraged at himself for allowing something that was apart of him go forgotten. Carlo turned on the maid who backed away, "I want to see him tomorrow understand!?"
"Y-yes my lord..."
"Good," And Carlo walked back out of the room his temper in a fit.
From below Dole watched his brother storm up the steps and sighed. Quietly he walked into the room where the child was sleeping and made apologies to the maid for his brothers actions. "Oh no, it's ok everyone knows you should have gotten the throne instead of him."
"No, Carlo has it, that how everything works... Has the boy a name or did Carlo forget that too?" Dole asked looking in at the sleeping child.
"Oh, Asrel named him Albert after her father."
"Good, I'd hate to see what Carlo might call him." Dole nodded to the woman and stepped out of the room and headed down to the stables. He need to send a message to the other countries and tell them the boy was named Albert so Carlo couldn't have any say in that.
Carlo stood in his room upstairs and began to burn all of the pictures he had of his late wife. He smiled as he did this, though no one knew why.
The people who lived in Bale now knew that their ruler was truly insane and advisers took no time in using this. So it was that by the time Albert was five years of age the only reasonable conclusion as to why Albert hadn't become one of them was his fathers ability to become a different person when his son was near.
Carlo was like a sweet loving father who couldn't help but be nice to everyone when his son was by him. He way also a tutor of sorts for his son, because he repeated advice that been given to him and never listened too, to his son.
Another reason why Albert never became the awful ruler his father represented was that he spent little of his time in politics and much of it in books. The books he read were large and often confusing, but he took them straight to heart. He never skimmed over a word for a silent fear that he might miss something. In those books he read about previous Kings and other lands. He even read an old book about the end of the Dragoon Campaign, but it was quickly forgotten seeing as it was merely a fantasy story.
"Albert?" The young boy looked up from the book in his hands about the Rulers of Mille Seseau.
"Yes father?"
"We're going to Tiberona next week, King Zior has asked that we come and visit him in Fletz."
"Really?" The little brown hared boy lightened up.
"Yes, I received the invitation today and though it best to tell you."
"Thank you father!" Albert said cheerfully as Carlo walked out of the room with a smile on his face. It was just the chance Carlo needed to get Albert away from his brutal brother.
Notes: Ok maybe only three pages long... but I think it's good. I'll try to do the next chapter by the end of this month or so, that could change seeing as all the other stuff I'm working on...
Anyway, please review people and tell me what you think!
B.M= Before Moon D.M= During Moon A.M= After Moon
Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of Dragoon at all! This disclaimer applies to the entire fic! And if you really want one for every chapter too bad cause I'm so sick of these that I want to buy Legend of Dragoon!!!
Legend of Albert
Albert was born in the year of 26 B.M. under the aid of the Midwife Gilda who lived in Hoax. His birth was one of great sadness and joy for the people of Serdio. His mother Second Sacred Sister Asrel died not two days after his birth. It was because of this that Carlo couldn't even bring himself to see his son until almost a month later...
Carlo began the slow walk up the stairs, he'd almost forgotten about the boy that had caused his precious Asrel's death. The maid might have killed him, and if not for Dole saying something at dinner, he'd never have noticed. Carlo smiled to himself, silly how things could slip your mind.
But that was what those peasants and serfs were for! Kings couldn't baby-sit! Carlo laughed to himself as he walked up the stairs. He wondered if the child would look like him or Asrel more, if he had even bothered to name the child?
"Your majesty! I-I wasn't ware you were coming to see him!" A young maid stumbled out of the way.
"He's my son, is he not?" Carlo walked over to inspect what ever was in the cradle.
Inside rapped in blankets was the young prince. He had hazel eyes like his mother, and little wispy stands of brown like him. Something in Carlo changed, he no longer laughed at how he had forgotten the child, now he was enraged. Enraged at himself for allowing something that was apart of him go forgotten. Carlo turned on the maid who backed away, "I want to see him tomorrow understand!?"
"Y-yes my lord..."
"Good," And Carlo walked back out of the room his temper in a fit.
From below Dole watched his brother storm up the steps and sighed. Quietly he walked into the room where the child was sleeping and made apologies to the maid for his brothers actions. "Oh no, it's ok everyone knows you should have gotten the throne instead of him."
"No, Carlo has it, that how everything works... Has the boy a name or did Carlo forget that too?" Dole asked looking in at the sleeping child.
"Oh, Asrel named him Albert after her father."
"Good, I'd hate to see what Carlo might call him." Dole nodded to the woman and stepped out of the room and headed down to the stables. He need to send a message to the other countries and tell them the boy was named Albert so Carlo couldn't have any say in that.
Carlo stood in his room upstairs and began to burn all of the pictures he had of his late wife. He smiled as he did this, though no one knew why.
The people who lived in Bale now knew that their ruler was truly insane and advisers took no time in using this. So it was that by the time Albert was five years of age the only reasonable conclusion as to why Albert hadn't become one of them was his fathers ability to become a different person when his son was near.
Carlo was like a sweet loving father who couldn't help but be nice to everyone when his son was by him. He way also a tutor of sorts for his son, because he repeated advice that been given to him and never listened too, to his son.
Another reason why Albert never became the awful ruler his father represented was that he spent little of his time in politics and much of it in books. The books he read were large and often confusing, but he took them straight to heart. He never skimmed over a word for a silent fear that he might miss something. In those books he read about previous Kings and other lands. He even read an old book about the end of the Dragoon Campaign, but it was quickly forgotten seeing as it was merely a fantasy story.
"Albert?" The young boy looked up from the book in his hands about the Rulers of Mille Seseau.
"Yes father?"
"We're going to Tiberona next week, King Zior has asked that we come and visit him in Fletz."
"Really?" The little brown hared boy lightened up.
"Yes, I received the invitation today and though it best to tell you."
"Thank you father!" Albert said cheerfully as Carlo walked out of the room with a smile on his face. It was just the chance Carlo needed to get Albert away from his brutal brother.
Notes: Ok maybe only three pages long... but I think it's good. I'll try to do the next chapter by the end of this month or so, that could change seeing as all the other stuff I'm working on...
Anyway, please review people and tell me what you think!
