Post by devilinthedetails on Oct 30, 2018 22:23:00 GMT 10
Title: Succession
Rating: PG
Summary: Dove responds to a petition regarding succession. An expansion of my one sentence story "Inheritance" that can be read independently.
Succession
“Will the chief petitioner please approach the throne?” It took an almost painful act of willpower for Dove to project her voice across the throne room teeming with nobles dressed brightly as parrots.
Bowing, the chief petitioner did so before making his appeal to her. “Your Majesty’s humble petitioner would never wish to question Your Majesty’s longevity but since Your Majesty has taken no husband and mothered no children, who will Your Majesty name as her heir?”
“Mequen.” Dove named her sister’s son and was greeted with an outbreak of hissing as if her throne room was suddenly overrun with scornful snakes. To silence the snakes, she continued in a proud tone that didn’t quiver to betray her age, “Mequen is my sister’s son. He was raised in Carthak to respect people of all races. He will rule over raka and luarin alike with fairness as I have.”
“He was born in Carthak and will remain loyal to Carthak when he reigns over us,” shouted an incensed raka noble. “He’ll bring back the days of colonialism and conquest.”
“He can renounce his allegiance to Carthak before gods and mortals prior to ascending the throne.” Redoubtable Petranne didn’t flinch from devising the plan that would irrevocably skip her and her children in the line of succession.
“The emperor in Carthak would require as much even if I didn’t.” Dove pounded her scepter against the tiled floor to restore order to her chaotic court before declaring into the abrupt quiet she had created, “Mequen will be named my heir when he renounces his allegiance to Carthak before gods and mortals.”
Rating: PG
Summary: Dove responds to a petition regarding succession. An expansion of my one sentence story "Inheritance" that can be read independently.
Succession
“Will the chief petitioner please approach the throne?” It took an almost painful act of willpower for Dove to project her voice across the throne room teeming with nobles dressed brightly as parrots.
Bowing, the chief petitioner did so before making his appeal to her. “Your Majesty’s humble petitioner would never wish to question Your Majesty’s longevity but since Your Majesty has taken no husband and mothered no children, who will Your Majesty name as her heir?”
“Mequen.” Dove named her sister’s son and was greeted with an outbreak of hissing as if her throne room was suddenly overrun with scornful snakes. To silence the snakes, she continued in a proud tone that didn’t quiver to betray her age, “Mequen is my sister’s son. He was raised in Carthak to respect people of all races. He will rule over raka and luarin alike with fairness as I have.”
“He was born in Carthak and will remain loyal to Carthak when he reigns over us,” shouted an incensed raka noble. “He’ll bring back the days of colonialism and conquest.”
“He can renounce his allegiance to Carthak before gods and mortals prior to ascending the throne.” Redoubtable Petranne didn’t flinch from devising the plan that would irrevocably skip her and her children in the line of succession.
“The emperor in Carthak would require as much even if I didn’t.” Dove pounded her scepter against the tiled floor to restore order to her chaotic court before declaring into the abrupt quiet she had created, “Mequen will be named my heir when he renounces his allegiance to Carthak before gods and mortals.”