•First Chapter•
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The small wooden room was filled with silence, and only the exhaling of the two men who sat not so far across each could be heard. The two hadn't spoken a word and neither initiated on starting a conversation. They only stared at each other with icy stares and tense looks on them with both their hands holding vastly onto the small wooden table.
The coldness of the air pierced through their skins, and neither of the men seemed to chatter or to be concerned about it.

A loud sigh filled the room, and one of the two men gestured to the other men to drink from one of the silver cups that twinkled in the illuminating light. That came from a bright bulb that lay in the midst of the two. In the cup came a strong aroma of liquor that filled their nostrils and intensified the air with its strong aroma. Without exchanging a word, the man grabbed the cup and drank a sip.

The other man gulped his down so fast as if he hadn't had a beer in years. He turned to look at one of the two men that stood behind him with their swords stripped onto their armors. The troop nodded his head and headed to open a small wooden door, which made a screeching sound the moment he opened it.
The other man hesitated to talk before he finally made up his mind.

"I sit before you and beg for peace and harmony for my Kingdom," the other man spoke with pleading eyes and a strong tone.
The man across him relaxed himself  in his chair with his arms folded across his chest. He dared not say a word, and silence fell again upon them. Suddenly, he busted into a very loud roar of laughter and stared at his other guard on his left side, who then joined him in laughter.

"You rode 600 miles just to utter such nonsense. I thought you came here for business. Come on, drink your booze!" He spoke with a loud voice, and the door burst opened there. The troop walked in with a large silver bottle and poured liquor into the empty cup. He gestured to the other man to pour him some, but he moved his head sideways in disapproval.

"Reagan, I beg... " The poor man was interrupted by a loud voice.

"That's King Reagan to you!" He abruptly spoke. "You are in my Kingdom show some respect! If you want peace, then marry off your daughter Aesira to my son. Those are my terms!" He spoke in annoyance, and his eyes glanced over to a man covered in amor from head to tore.

He then removed his helmet, and there a man with a very strong jaw and brown beard grinned at him, revealing his white teeth he wasn't unappealing, neither average. To make him seem better, he had a bun tied at the back of his head, and at the sides, his hair was shaved off, and only a little was left.

Desperately, the man got onto his two knees with his trembling hands he gripped onto the leather part of his boot. His heavy breaths filled the room, and sweat began to form on his forehead and dripped down to his chin. He opened his mouth to begin his pleads.

"Please... please... have mercy... . I beg of you. Please... my people can not afford to lose their lives. My Kingdom is at stake... . Spare my people!" He spoke in a pleading tone.

"King Reagan... I beg off you. Please- ."

King Reagan then sighed out loud and glanced again at his son before rolling his eyes, and a smirk appeared on his face. He got on his feet and bent towards the man and gazed into his desperate brown eyes.

"Make a wise choice. Your words against mine." He spoke in a low tone with a grin on him. He rose the metal cup to his lips and felt the thin, cool liquid burn his throat. "You are ruining the mood, Gerald. Another beer." He spoke in a natural tone and raised his cup a bit, and their silence fell among the two.

"How is your dear wife Laurissa?" He questioned King Gerald with a smile on him.

Gerald hopped back up on his two feet-he felt his blood boil from those words. He had managed to bury that name the day he laid her 6 feet into the ground. He had also managed to bury the secrets he shared with her, and today, King Gerald had felt threatened by such a question. A question that caused a spark in his body. His adrenaline rushed through his veins, and at any moment, he would pounce on him. He clenched his fists tightly that King Reagan and his two knights could hear them. He stared with pure anger mixed with hatred at him.

"How dare you bring her up! THOSE ARE MY SECRETS NOT YOURS!" He yelled. Angrily, he stood up and turned to leave, but something stopped him at the moment. The sound of a metallic sword being removed from its metallic cover.
Glaring at King Reagan, he sat himself once again at the small table and gulped down the booze in the silver cup.

King Reagan leaned forward, his face closer to King Gerald's.

"Soon or later your past will haunt you." He spoke, and silence fell among them once more again. "One thing I assure you is that. I will get the land my forefathers failed to control." King Reagan spoke in a low threatening tone, which was almost a whisper.

King Gerald's eyes glared at him as if they would pierce a hole behind King Reagan's head. His thin lips were pecked. He moved his body forward and opened his mouth to speak.

"Don't dig to deep into a grave, or you might wind up in a shallower  grave than the dead." He spoke in a tone just above a whisper. King Reagan just stared at him with a smirk on him before he grabbed his cup and drank more of his liquor.

In a moment the door once again screeched, and King Gerald walked out in disappointment filled with anger.He stared at the dark colour, which seemed to have spread across the sky, and thousands and thousands of twinkling stars winked at him. A cool chill whirling wind blew from the north to the south. He lifted his head high, with his eyes closed and inhaled the fresh air. He wished for the situation not to worsen, but reality hit him like a ton of rocks. Nothing was better. Nothing was good, and nothing was working well.

"Rest assured, your Highness, everything will be well." Spoke one of his trusted ,loyal man.
He hopped on his black horse and sat on a brown saddle. He grabbed the reins that were attached to the outer ends of his horse and commanded it.
A few of his troops he had brought with him followed from behind.

They had a long journey ahead of them.

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