The day was marked for death and tragedy from the moment it started. Sudden dark storm clouds blew in from the western ocean, blocking the sunrise. A fierce wind blew out the few candles that were still lit in the wee hours of the morning and making everyone shiver in their sleep. Torches flickered. Fires churned dimly in the fireplaces. We all knew what was about to happen, The new moon the previous night had warned us, we were just to stubborn to actually believe it would actually happen. There was no questioning it now. The king of Georis was going to die today.
The king had been terribly ill for days. The physicians had never seen the likes of it before, chalking it up to some sort of witchcraft. They told us that since he was such a good man that he would pull through. They were proven wrong. He died while he was sleeping, they said. That he likely slipped away peacefully without pain or suffering. You personally do not trust them anymore. After they diagnosed the sickness as witchcraft, they did nothing but wait in his room until his passing. They were just unnessesarily wasting the kingdom's time and resources, and you couldn't wait for them to leave. They took their leave soon after the funeral preperations began. After they turn at the end of the corridor, you walk into the room.
As you walk into the now deceased king's bedroom, everyone turns to face you. You were the last one in as you had to compose yourself before showing yourself. The king always taught you not to let your weaknesses show to anyone, even his wife never knew his true feelings. You quickly let your eyes search the room. You see your poor mother crying at the king's bedside where he still lay white as the sheets around him. Your aunts and uncles are farther back in the room, talking or sobbing quietly amongst themselves. Though they were the kings siblings, protocol stated that only the immediate family were allowed around the bed. Your older brother ,Delron, was on the opposite side of the bed as your mother, while your younger brother, Deorwine, was quietly sobbing beside her. After assessing the room, you swiftly make your way to the bed and set yourself next to your older brother. He glares at you with resentment. You sigh as you seat yourself a little away from him and bow your head.
You are not allowed much time to grieve as servents need your direction for the final preperations. You silently dismiss yourself from the room, so as not to disturb the rest of your family. The preperations are quickly finalized under your direction. Your father is to be...