King Deltan Fierce had ruled the land for over three years now. It was not an easy reign, taking over a mismanaged realm was like stepping into war without any shield, but because of birthright he had no option but to sit on his throne and rule the immortal realm.
“If only there was a way to get someone over to their side and start negotiations” Cal suggested, he was a wise immortal who has served three kings prior to Deltan. He was the most respected elder. His old age has never hindered his wise thinking. He was indeed the undisputable wise adviser hailed from the land of Wizardry and Witchcraft.
A man his middle ages scoffed “Do you think they will listen to that messenger?” the man stood up “the last time we did that they decapitated the messenger and sent his head to the palace!” Alder’s raged was evident in his voice, there was no mistaking that he was not over the death of his own, after all that messenger was his son. Alder always wanted a radical solution to things. The immortals attribute this thinking to the blood that runs in his veins; he was a distant relative to the king, a werewolf.
Deltan could feel the tense inside the meeting hall; it was as thick as the snow that was piled up outside of the immortal stronghold. He could feel a headache coming; it was tough to be king. It’s tougher when you are young and inexperienced.
Finally Evan stood up, he was from the healer’s County. Good old Evan, his father in law who always has a kind heart and has a way to calm things down.
“Now gentleman, there is no need to raise our voices, I bet his majesty is considering all our suggestions and will be weighing things before making a decision” he gave Deltan a polite smile. Deltan nodded and hurriedly changed the subject.
“Evan is right, I will think things over and deliver my decision soon” Deltan stood up and exited the room.
Deltan sighed as the heavy oak doors of the meeting hall closed. His dark blue eyes stared at the snow that was falling from the sky covering the Stronghold’s grounds in white.
‘Casia…” he whispered that name with a painful expression before making his way towards his quarters to be left alone.
“Papa, what is it like to be inside the Stronghold?” a young girl asked as she walked with her father in the busy streets of the shopping district.
“Well, it is amazing if you ask me, there are guards everywhere, precious jewels and the King lives there”
Her green eyes sparkled with excitement “When are you giving me a tour of the place?”
“Darling, you wouldn’t want to be there” Evan stopped walking and turned to her young daughter “You belong outside of the Stronghold; no daughter of mine will ever enter that place”
She pouted “But why?”
“Because you my darling Casia, is precious
to me” Evan replied with a smile.
Evan St. Claire sat on his study nursing a glass of whiskey in his hand. His polite smile gone, it was replaced with an expressionless face. The door to his study quietly opened and his loving wife Lillia entered with a sad expression.
“How did the council meeting go?” she inquired
Lillia watched her husband drink his whiskey before answering “Heated as usual”
She slowly took a step forward but her husband’s tears stopped her in his tracks. The sudden anguish in his voice and expression caught Lillia off guard.
“They were discussing about war!” he threw his glass “Have they even taught of her! They didn’t even consider her memory in all of this; those oafs have nothing in their sick minds but power”
Lillia rushed to her husband’s side and gave him a tight embrace. “Love, you need to calm down. She doesn’t want to see you like this”
“My darling daughter had to lose her life over their power struggle, how dare they forget her memory!”
Lillia bit her lip to stop her tears “I understand, but didn’t we promise Casia we will be strong, we will help Deltan for the sake of everybody”
Evan started pounding his chest, “I should not have agreed to it, I should not have let Casia enter the Stronghold, our daughter would still be alive and well. If only I wasn’t too filial to my duties I could have saved her life”
Lilla went down on her knees and made her husband look into her eyes “Love look at me” Evan looked at her with swollen eyes “We still have a daughter to save, we have Emma” tears streamed down her face as he reminded him of their youngest daughter “Remember why you’re keeping up these appearances, you have to keep her alive.”