A Song of Swords and Dragons

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Chapter 14 (v.1) - Exile

Submitted: November 18, 2016

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At the Vermillion Palace, the day for Rictor’s exile had come.
Wolfric the Wild had gone away for hunting, and the second
in command Sir Rickard was in grief because of the death of
his beloved son. He wanted to kill Rictor this very moment,
but he had direct orders from the Tyrantine Emperor. It was
morning, the sun was still young. Rictor was planned to be
escorted from the Empire that very moment.
To complete the process in a formal manner, Rictor
was brought to Rickard’s office. Rictor came in, with one leg
gone. He was quivering from here to there while walking,
with the use of a wooden leg and some wooden supports.
Rictor came in and closed the door. Rickard was there, very
sad. Beside him, on a sofa was Sir Roningham. Rictor was
expected to bring a letter of abandoning his throne, succession
of the Tyrantines over fFlis and his exile, which Rickard, the
acting ruler in place of Wolfric would sign. Rickard simply
had to start the conversation by asking for the letter, but
instead, his face blushed with anger, and he drew out his short
sword on the edge of the table and rushed to stab Rictor,
for Rictor was one of the best friends of Leonardo who had
killed his son. As Rictor lay there, undisturbed and brave (he
had resolved to be resolute and strong, and face all adversities
like a lion, an emperor), Sir Roningham grabbed him up,
and pulled him away, and scolded, “What are you doing Sir
Rickard? He is not to be killed. If you do, it will be a violation
of the emperor’s order, and then no one will be able to save
you.” Rickard stood up, fiercely darted his eyes on Rictor,
who also counter darted at Rickard, and went away saying,
“You deal with this fool.”
Sir Roningham, who calmly sat on the chair where
Rickard was sitting before, said, “Where is the paper which
you were expected to write?”
Rictor took out his diary, and there was the paper.
He placed it on the desk. There, Rictor signed it in front of Ronigham, and Roningham too signed it. Then, his exile was
granted.
Rictor, before leaving, asked, “Can you please tell me
where I am going to be exiled?”
Roningham said, “That is very much forbidden to
tell, but I have seen you suffer enough. I will simply tell it as
a small compensation for everything you have suffered. You
will be sent to the distant island of Lethovia.”
Rictor interrupted, “But that is a territory of the
bandits.”
“That is what the Tyrantines intend to do. But
don’t worry, you may have influences as a former emperor.
Moreover, you will not go alone; you will have 200 soldiers.
The whole Lethovia is your kingdom to rule. But the bandits
are your enemies. The main point is to get you killed by them.”
Rictor simply opened his mouth a little as a body
language of shock. He then went away without saying a
word. He was well dressed, in a blackish velvet coat. As he
went down the stairs of the Vermillion Palace, he was very
much emotional. All the time he had been dreaming to be an
emperor. He remembered the day when he had said that he
would make his father proud. He remembered having said
that to his father, “Father, I will make you proud!” And the
memory made tears come out from his eyes, but he quickly
wiped them and proceeded on to go out of the palace.
Outside, there was a whole army of cavalries. In the
middle of the courtyard, there was a chariot. He went forward
slowly and painfully because of his wooden legs, rotated his
head back, and saw the great Vermillion Palace for one last
time. Then he resolved in his heart: “The next time I come
here, I will come here as the Emperor of Felis.”
Someone from behind shouted, “Lord Rictor, we got
to go now, or we won’t make it by day after tomorrow.”
Rictor, taking short steps, lurched to the chariot,
closed the doors of the chariot, and found himself there,
alone, poised, relaxed with heavenly feeling all over him. The
charioteer gave a whip to the horses. He could hear it. The
chariot started to move forward, and with it, he could also
hear the sound of the 200 cavalries marching, which sounded
like 1000 cavalries.
Rictor’s journey to Lethovia began. Lethovia which
was the place where he and Leonardo were planned to attack
the bandits, and defeat the bandit lord Rexar. Memory of
his best and greatest friend Leonardo filled his mind, and he
could do nothing but constantly ask the air, “Where are you,
Leonardo? I need you.”


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