The Bone King, resplendent in his wrath, would hear of no such thing. His daughter, a mere slip of a girl, dared to challenge the natural order of things.
Unstoppable power meant nothing to her, nor the wealth of the Graveyard Kingdom. The intricacies of the magical power of the Lich, destroyed so many years ago by their ancestor, meant even less to her.
No, she rebelled the day she learned not of her fate but of her betrothed: a royal from nearby Dover, a noble-born second son who dreamed of harnessing the power of the Graveyard Kingdom for his own ends.
Little known to any beyond the nobility that only those born of the Hero's blood could ever harness that power, all others opened to their eyes as books, their intentions and thoughts laid bare.
The secrets of the dead meant just as little, leaping to the clarion call of the current wielder as if they were the Lich itself.
None of that mattered - though she was raised to know and fear her father, she loved him as well, a sentiment that kept her innocent to the misdeeds and cruel wars he waged in the name of prosperity.
Unification, riches, power. It all meant only one thing to one held under the sway of the Lichs' mantle: ambition.
And that ambition blinded the Bone King to his daughters' broken heart, to her searching brown eyes and quiet pleas.
The day he declared the marriage to go on with or without her presence, the day he broke her heart for a final time, was the day she took matters into her own hands.
And so she fled to the deep, dark heart of the Western Woods. A place she had been forbidden to go, but a place she had long since noted the Bone King and his armies dared not penetrate. There, she would find a way to her own fate.
There, she would learn why her father dare not bother the one place in all of the Graveyard Kingdom.
Walking about in the bright sunlight, she heard the hue and cry of the people in the lands beyond; a whisper of her power to be already settling upon her. The mantle of the Lich, even awash in glorious, dappled sunlight, a constant reminder of the choice she had made and the life she had left behind.
Yet even here, with so much darkness covering the land, there was light. Beautiful and warming to the soul, especially after having felt the cold touch of the power reaching for her. The Bone Kings' words reached his daughter once again, and she continued on, lost in contemplation amidst deep sunlight.
Was there a way to retain her true will in the face of the Lich's power? Could there ever be a way to bring sunlight, such glorious warmth, to the people?
For that was her true issue in all things - the royalty of the various kingdoms fought amongst themselves, greedy and ever wanting of more power. Even her father's so-called Unification was nothing more than glory, pomp, and the gathering of wealth.
And souls. Always souls.
Yet that blind ambition would become hers upon accepting the mantle, her will lost to the demands of the ancients.
The arranged marriage still stung her on top of everything else, and the demands of her father in the name of State. To take the power unto herself and make a puppet consort of the noble, his strategically-placed lands made hers at the height of marriage.
Wandering within the Western Woods, she sought answers. The balm to quiet her soul, to soothe the parts of her that had been frozen by the touch of the Power, the revelation of her bloodline's twisted origins.
And the answers to her questions, the reason behind the Graveyard Kingdom's quarantine of the Western Woods, awakened to a strange smell within his woodlands. The Creature stirred, violence beginning to animate him as he caught onto the scent and took off like a shot, intent on tearing all intruders apart.
And at first, unsuspecting and quiet, did the Princess first ran afoul of the unrepentant, unbowed owner of the Western Woods. The one entity, through twisted magics and horrible happenstance, who lay outside of the Bone King's nightmarish abilities. His mind would never bend, and the undead resisted the consecrated grounds of the Western Woods.
It was there that his shadow crossed hers, hungry for violence, ready to destroy...
And at the mere sight of her did she, instead, capture his heart.
I know it was beautiful right! well thats all until Part 2...And No! you don't get a song of the day!!!...well...maybe just one...
Have a nice day =^,^=
1 comment:
I love the song of the day! Also That Bastard did a great job narrating the story, I can't wait for the rest. :)
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