Chapter 2: Capitalia

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Book Dragons

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King Fortes sighed loudly as he looked down at the golden crown that was now his, he placed it back on his head. The doors to the throne room opened, King Fortes’ Blade walked in, “Your majesty, your guests await your presence in the war room.”

Jason turned around to face Sir Cardia, “I’ll make my way there Drake. Thank you.”

Drake bowed his head and began to make his way out, he stopped at the doorway. “The crown looks good on you, with all due respect it fits you better than it ever did your brother.” With that he walks out.

Jason took a seat on the throne, the solid gold throne decorated with mythical creatures that no longer existed carved into it. He rubbed his favorite one, the Griffin. Symbol of courage and boldness, a beautiful and magnificent creature. Jason got up and made his way to the war room. There was a lot of issues that needed to be addressed.

Jason opened the door to the throne room, inside was a large table with a map of Corodia. It had small figurines representing each house and all of their territories. Around it sat four people who seemed to be in the middle of an argument. On the left side was Sir Cardia, beside him was a man slightly bigger than Cardia. He had dark black hair and a thick beard, he wore a set of polished golden armor with a large griffin in the center. On the other side of the table a woman with long golden hair, she had the same light green eyes as Jason. She had on a beautiful light blue gown with golden floral designs running down the sleeves. Beside her a round pompous man, he had a bright red elegant suit that could’ve only cost a fortune. His short curly brown hair bouncing as he moved his hands while talking.

As soon as he walked in the talking stopped and they all stood, “Good Afternoon, your majesty.”

“Afternoon.” Jason said as he took a seat at the head of the table. He raised a brow, “Please sit.”

They all took a seat, the woman smiled at him, “I’m sorry brother, I’m still not used to seeing you with the crown on… you look a lot like father.”

“Trust me Elena, no matter how hard I try I will never be half the man father was.”

“Your majesty, I was wondering if I could bring up an issue that has been brought to my attention?” the man next to Elena asked. “Go ahead.” Jason said.

The man cleared his throat, “I’ve been getting many ravens from the Quayles reporting many of their merchant wagons being attacked, they’re asking for aid in order to protect their products and are saying that if we don’t provide the escorts for their merchants they will have no choice but to halt their export of wheat.”

“Those damn Quayles can’t afford to stop selling their wheat, that’s the only income their measly keep makes.” The bearded man says. “I say let them, the kingdom can go a few months without wheat. We still have the meats and fish from the other keeps. Their bluff won’t last long.”

“Sir Doughber, the Quayles have other houses they can sell too. Due to the outcome of the war we are still not on good terms with the Reedguds. If we let them refuse trade with us, the Reedgus will definitely aid them.”

“Even after the King pardoned them they still dare to stab us in the back! Outrageous.”

“Unfortunately, that’s how this world is ran. We need to maintain good relationships with all the houses. The Havens are a house we do not need to worry about, they have been loyal to your family your majesty for as long as I recall.”

“So what do you propose we do to fix this mess?” Jason asks him.

“Your majesty I say let’s give them the aid they are asking for, as a favor. Lord Quayle will certainly remember we came to his aid when he needed it, he’s a slow man but he always repays his debts.”

“Your majesty, with all due respect I don’t believe giving into these threats will not look good on us. There’s already been much talk around the kingdom, people don’t agree with you being so lenient.”

“General, we just got out of a gruesome and long war. I am doing my best to avoid any more bloodshed.” He looked at the round man, “Bertera send one of our battalions to Sleefhollow, that should be enough men to protect their convoys.”

Jason looked at the General, “Look I know that forgiving our enemies was not the most popular decision but if we are to build a better world than the one my brother was running we need to begin by forgiving. We are not going to make any friends if we start beheading the heads of their families.” He stood up, “If there are any further issues that need to be dealt with, come speak to me personally. Otherwise you are dismissed.” They all stood and bowed their heads, General Doughber and Bertera walked out of the room.

“Drake do you mind waiting outside for a bit, I need to speak to my brother.” Elena asked.

“Of course milady.” Drake walked out of the room. Jason leaned over the table staring down at the map.

“You’re doing a great job, Jason.”

“Doesn’t seem like it. Everyday there’s always news of someone attempting to revolt against us.” He walked away from the table and began to pace back and forth, “Do they forget that we just ended a war, why do they crave for another?”

“Brother their will always be people who are going to stand against you, you are ruling a large kingdom filled with many different people.” She walked to him and grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Jace listen.” He stopped and looked her in the eyes.

“Arthur dragged our family name across the dirt, he corrupted the crown and ruled with an iron fist. You little brother are different, you won the war because of the loyalty your soldiers had for you not because they feared punishment. Just like them the rest of the kingdom will one day do the same, it’s just going to take time.”

He sighed and looked down, “What a king.” He said sarcastically, “Still being comforted by his overprotective older sister. If father and mother could see you, they’d be proud to have raised such a lady.”

She laughed and pinched his cheek, “Please, I should be the one saying that to you.”

He smiled but it quickly disappeared, “No. Mother would’ve wanted me to earn the crown differently. I’m sorry.”

“What happened had to happen. Arthur was never going to change, he murdered thousands to protect his power and would’ve killed more if you hadn’t stopped him. You didn’t betray him, he betrayed you.”

Jason’s decision still haunted him, he had forgiven his brother, given him a chance to surrender and serve his sentence. Instead he had tried to kill him, and Jason had no other choice but to end his brother’s life.

“You gave him a chance, and he chose his fate. Be strong Jace, and don’t worry I’ll always be here to watch over you. It’s an older sister’s duty to protect her little brother.” She pinched his ear and pulled playfully, “Even if that little brother is a King now.” She let go of his ear and embraced him.

“Thank you Elena, for everything.”

There was a knock at the door, Jason let go of his sister and fixed his robe. “Come in.”

The door opened, Sir Cardia walked in, “Drake, what is it?” Jason asked.

“Your majesty, a guest is waiting for you in the throne room.”

“Who is it?”

Sir Cardia took in a deep breath, “Its Longret Reedgud.” Jason’s jaw clenched, the Lord of Summerfall was here. The man who stood against Jason in the war. “I’ll be on my way.” Jason said.

Sir Cardia nodded and walked out, “What do you think that conniving bastard wants?” Elena asked.

“Nothing good for sure.” Jason walked out of the war room and made his way to greet his guest.

Submitted: September 11, 2018

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