A Kingdoms Fall

Roger Lin, 9th Grader || 10.23.18

 
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After hours of agony, Queen Otta gave birth to George, the prince of Anele. Joyous, King Jeffery stormed across the kingdom, clamoring, “The prince has arrived!” As the kingdom rumbled, Queen Otta held her child close to her chest, hovering it over her thighs. She unveiled her baby’s cloth to notice the prince’s blue crystal eyes.  Confused, she summoned for her physician, asking, “Why the child’s eyes blue?”

Rumors flew across the kingdom, finally reaching the king. Jessica, a servant maid, ran up to the king shouting, “Sire, your queen is a traitor!”

“What?”

“Queen Otta has given birth a blue-eyed baby. Neither the queen nor king has blue eyes. She must have loved another man during your presence.”

“T-that’s impossible,”

“It’s true your majesty.” grunted a deep voice.

King Jeffery and the maid turned their heads to discover the physician joining in their conversation.

“The boy has blue eyes.”

Overflowing with anger, the king rushed up the stairs, storming through the queen’s room.

Glancing up at his eyes, she knew that the king was furious. His eyes were a deep brown, but when angered, his eyes glowed with a tint of red, like the embers of a furnace. The queen surrendered her baby, gently gliding the prince towards the king’s rough hands.

Long ago, there lived a loving queen and king in the kingdom of Anele. In the third season of spring, Queen Otta gave birth to a son named George. His soft, pale skin left girls in envy while his pale blue eyes mystified the kingdom. The thing was, King Jeffery didn’t have blue eyes. They were  brown, a set of piercing stone eyes. Furious, the king summoned for his executor, Hellbringer, and commanded him to slay the queen and her bastard child.

It was a gloomy day for the queen. Villagers, and knights surrounded around the death pit. Some cried, remembering the love between the king and queen, while some cursed, calling the queen a traitor and a witch. Hellbringer dragged the queen to the stand, causing her to trip, bruising her pale white legs.

“Knees down, head up,” commanded the executor, pointing the queen to the stand.

The queen did not answer back, but rose her head, glared at the man, and slowly followed his commands. Before kneeling down to the stand, the queen glanced back and saw her child, wrapped in a blue shawl, being held by a man dressed in black cloaks, Vescia, the prison warden. A tear glistened down her cheek as she imagined her child being slaughtered.  Still she rose her head high, ready for her demise.

-King’s Perspective-

        I can no longer tolerate this pain. She may have loved another man, but I cannot watch her go. In my heart, I still love her, in my heart she is still my wife,  and in my heart, I am still her husband, even if she does not realize.

“Stop!”

        The audience froze, stunned by my sudden outburst. The queen glanced up, hoping for perhaps that it was her lover that announced that call, but surprisingly, her set of hazel eyes glanced up at my throne. She had recognized my voice. My heart fluttered. Perhaps I have a chance, I thought. As I saw her vacant stare,  it made me realize of how much dread and pain I have caused her. Who would love such a man after that?

“M’lord, did you not ask for the death of this witch?” Hellbringer asked

My heartbeat quickened as I heard his erupting call. I have this prevent this execution, but how?

“Taking her life will not suffice,” the king bellowed, “Instead, I shall banish her from my kingdom, having her to endure animal attacks and starvation. “

Gasps were heard among the kingdom. Hellbringer glared at the king with a questioning look. Queen Otta gave the king a bewildered look.

The king shivered with excitement and nervousness.

“Did you not hear me? I demand for her to be banished from this kingdom!”

“B-b-but sire-”

“NOW!”

Immediately, the king’s servants galloped to the stand, releasing the queens from her bonds.

“What about my child?” the queen exclaimed.

“Take it with you,” the king ordered, his voice painted with ice.

After hours of agony, Queen Otta gave birth to George, the prince of Anele. Joyous, King Jeffery stormed across the kingdom, clamoring, “The prince has arrived!” As the kingdom rumbled, Queen Otta held her child close to her chest, hovering it over her thighs. She unveiled her baby’s cloth to notice the prince’s blue crystal eyes.  

Confused, she summoned for her physician, asking, “Why the child’s eyes blue?”

Rumors flew across the kingdom, finally reaching the king. Jessica, a servant maid, ran up to the king shouting, “Sire, your queen is a traitor!”

“What?”

“Queen Otta has given birth a blue-eyed baby. Neither the queen nor king has blue eyes. She must have loved another man during your presence.”

“T-that’s impossible,”

“It’s true your majesty.” grunted a deep voice.

King Jeffery and the maid turned their heads to discover the physician joining in their conversation.

“The boy has blue eyes.”

Overflowing with anger, the king rushed up the stairs, storming through the queen’s room.

“Let me see the child,” boomed the king.

Glancing up at his eyes, she knew that the king was furious. His eyes were a deep brown, but when angered, his eyes glowed with a tint of red, like the embers of a furnace. The queen surrendered her baby, gently gliding the prince towards the king’s rough hands.

Long ago, there lived a loving queen and king in the kingdom of Anele. In the third season of spring, Queen Otta gave birth to a son named George. His soft, pale skin left girls in envy while his pale blue eyes mystified the kingdom. The thing was, King Jeffery didn’t have blue eyes. They were  brown, a set of piercing stone eyes. Furious, the king summoned for his executor, Hellbringer, and commanded him to slay the queen and her bastard child.

It was a gloomy day for the queen. Villagers, and knights surrounded around the death pit. Some cried, remembering the love between the king and queen, while some cursed, calling the queen a traitor and a witch. Hellbringer dragged the queen to the stand, causing her to trip, bruising her pale white legs.

“Knees down, head up,” commanded the executor, pointing the queen to the stand.

The queen did not answer back, but rose her head, glared at the man, and slowly followed his commands. Before kneeling down to the stand, the queen glanced back and saw her child, wrapped in a blue shawl, being held by a man dressed in black cloaks, Vescia, the prison warden. A tear glistened down her cheek as she imagined her child being slaughtered.  Still she rose her head high, ready for her demise.

-King’s Perspective-

I can no longer tolerate this pain. She may have loved another man, but I cannot watch her go. In my heart, I still love her, in my heart she is still my wife,  and in my heart, I am still her husband, even if she does not realize.

       “Stop!”

The audience froze, stunned by my sudden outburst. The queen glanced up, hoping for perhaps that it was her lover that announced that call, but surprisingly, her set of hazel eyes glanced up at my throne. She had recognized my voice. My heart fluttered. Perhaps I have a chance, I thought. As I saw her vacant stare,  it made me realize of how much dread and pain I have caused her. Who would love such a man after that?

“M’lord, did you not ask for the death of this witch?” Hellbringer asked

My heartbeat quickened as I heard his erupting call. I have this prevent this execution, but how?

“Taking her life will not suffice,” the king bellowed, “Instead, I shall banish her from my kingdom, having her to endure animal attacks and starvation. “

Gasps were heard among the kingdom. Hellbringer glared at the king with a questioning look. Queen Otta gave the king a bewildered look.

The king shivered with excitement and nervousness.

“Did you not hear me? I demand for her to be banished from this kingdom!”

“B-b-but sire-”

“NOW!”

Immediately, the king’s servants galloped to the stand, releasing the queens from her bonds.

“What about my child?” the queen exclaimed.

“Take it with you,” the king ordered, his voice painted with ice.