CHAPTER 5:
The eager crowd of writers and bards instantly burst into conversation. The scratching of ink quills against parchment melded with the bumbling of whispers. Quietly, the crowd speculated what happened, ignoring the Royal One. He stood behind his oak podium, leaning his elbows against his edges. He rubbed his face vigorously, trying to calm himself.
For once he felt insignificant. For years he ruled over the sprawling metropolis that is Crater City with an open mind and an iron fist, his perfect family supporting him every step of the way. This time last year, his wife had died. She’d fallen victim to a rare blood disease. He was a wreck, but Jennifer was the one thing that kept him all together. And, now she was gone, and he couldn’t do anything about it. He watched as his eager listeners tried to come up with an idea as to who did it.
They knew just as much as he did. Nothing.
His state of sadness really brought out the age in his face, his tears highlighting his wrinkles and how his face drooped. Nothing would make this okay. Earlier he dressed himself in his finest clothes. He hoped his designer robe, tunic, and trousers would cast the notion that he was okay. His eyes soon defied this plan.
The crowd continued congregating among themselves. The Royal One pounded his hands against his podium, “Does anyone have any questions for me?!” he howled, but no one paid any attention. No one wished him well, or cared enough to ask how he felt. Being out there and watching the crowd conspire was pointless, so he turned around and violently kicked open the crystal doors to his castle, leaving the courtyard for the rest of the day.
He stormed through his castle, knocking over vases, kicking in doors, smashing paintings, tears streaming down his face. When it seemed there wasn’t any more destruction to be had, the Royal One let out a scream to seal all of his frustration into one foul sound.
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