CH1 – First Meeting
A dusk, dimly lit rectangular throne room of dark, cold stone imposes itself on those wishing to have an audience with the king. Six flawless grey pillars stand at attention between the throne room's entryway side-by-side, as for the throne itself – the throne of Green Gold's Lord. Deceivingly humble in appearance, as it was not much than preserved wood and minor woodcarving as decoration. On the throne sat a human figure concealed with a cloak as green as the ancient grass of yore with thin trims of Golden silk, shoulders covered by pauldrons of golden steel attached to the concealed hauberk under his Green and Golden cloak. His expression concealed by his cloak's overbearing hood.
Adrian, the King of Green Gold sat upon his throne in his dimly lit, colorless throne room alone… A guardsman's footsteps arouse Adrian's attention as the guardsman took a bow halfway through the room after passing the second pair of pillars;
"My King, we have… Unusual news".
"Speak"
Adrian commanded with a soft, yet cold reply.
"From the Mountain known as MT. Ebbot sir, the uh…"
Neither could see the others' face, but Adrian could tell the guard had little idea how he was going to put his message to words.
"Apparently there were sentient beings sealed under the mountain, but the seal that was keeping them inside – this… Barrier? It gave way, my King."
Adrian left a concealed chuckle from the shadow of his hood.
"And why does this concern us, Guard? Why does this concern me?"
"Their diplomat - their Ambassador wishes to speak with you… They're sort of on our doorstep, my Ki-".
"PFFFFFFT!"
Adrian blurted with a hint of… Authentic humor.
"I'll entertain… Whoever this is. In the meantime, resume your duties Guardsman."
"Yes, my King!" The guardsman replied as he made his way back to the dark entry doors. "You can come in now kid" Adrian overheard past the throne room's entry… Adrian continued listening from his throne – closing his shadowed eyes…
Footsteps… Soft, but decently paced… A child… No cloak but does have a Gardening knife rattling within a pocket, yet the footsteps didn't sound like those of a killer. Could be for self-defense… Around her neck - an almost silent rattle of a locket necklace… After the sixth and final pillar, the footsteps ceased… The individual would have to be less than ten feet in front of Adrian's seat…
King Adrian opened his eyes to see the 'diplomat' before him, this 'Ambassador'… A Small child wearing a blue shirt with purple stripes, plain trousers… At first, Adrian forced himself to hold back from a disrespectful scoff.
The locket…
Adrian immediately shut his eyes upon gazing the locket – it's make, and model were common, if you were a royal family member…
"King Adrian… Right?" The child's voice reverbed off the walls of stone.
This soft voice… This tone… No… It's not…
Adrian's mind trailed – remembering what he wanted to seal away.
"My name is- "
"Leave me". Adrian blurted.
"I'm sorry?"
"I am not to negotiate any terms with some exalted child. Send me your leader".
"…" The child remained silent. Adrian rose his head to meet the child's gaze.
The face the child bore was one that was expressionless, as if concealing a tell… -_-
"I am King Adrian of Green Gold. I am NOT some pare-" Adrian caught himself mid-sentence, then resumed.
"Go back to your people, Child… And bring your leader to me for whatever it is you wished to discuss. Until then, I refuse to talk."
The child gave a respectful bow and returned towards the door. She paused at the towering oak upon hinges, speaking with the same softness as before -
"My name is Frisk"
Adrian sulked his head again…
"…Frisk… Heh." Adrian emotionally recomposed himself to that presence he has not felt in a long time…
Adrian, King of Green Gold sat upon his throne, in his dimly lit colorless throne room… Alone…
… And nobody came…