Post by Christopher I on Mar 20, 2008 10:55:41 GMT -6
Christopher threw the suit into a bag and began pushing it down, attempting to make everything fit. He did the same to the other bag and left them on the desk. He carefully placed a few of his most treasured items in his pocket. Included was a tiny golden Tellian Crest on a Silver Chain and an ink pen that he had been given during his coronation. He fell to his knees in front of his bed and prayed. Tears began to fall. He knew not what would become of him or his nation. It was in god's hands now.
He stood and walked out of the room quickly. "My items are on my desk." He whispered to the guards. One followed him, the other ran in to get the bags. As he climbed the first set of stairs be began to remember. He felt like he was about to pass out as his mind cast about for memories...Memories of this place...Memories of his life here.
Since he was a small child, an unimportant boy who would never have rank, he had lived in Romero. He had been a part of Romeran life, mingling, speaking, and considering various arrangements for his future. Would he become a politician, like his father? Or was there something different in store for him...He had always been interested in Travel...Perhaps a diplomat....
He had always expected really to become a low ranking member of the government...Things had not turned out this way. When the first King's approval ratings had been at an all time low he had traveled down the street to the first manor he found. He knew a child lived there. A child he had met on several occasions. This was the choice.
The knock had sounded throughout the house. Was it his titles that gave him the ability to catch the attention of every attendant, resident, and guest? Or was he simply that sort of man...
There wasn't any time to wonder...Mr. Collins was already at the door, opening it, inviting the King into their home. He was visibly surprised and nervous...What could he want? He even began to shake when the King had asked to see his son.
Chris had made his way down the stairs...He had not been in bed. He had been watching television with Rebecca when the King had arrived. They had ignored the amazing sound that reverberated through the manor and continued to enjoy their documentary...For that was the type of kids they were. Documentary style kids. When a maid arrived and asked for him to come down, naturally, she went with him.
They crept into the large sitting room and he saw the King...He was sitting, alone. His father had been sent away, most likely to drink a beer and wring his hands in the kitchen.
"Your Majesty," He said, bowing. This was echoed, with a cursty, by his companion.
"Please sit, my boy." The King said. They both did. Rebecca was being completely ignored.
"You are not yet very old but you have shown all of the makings of greatness I have no heirs and I would prefer not to send the nation into chaos. Therefore, I would like to offer the crown to you. I will be abdicating in a few years, when you have reached an appropriate age, and then...you will be King.'
"Surely...Your Majesty, you must be mistaken..." He said, shaking with ignorant joy.
"Take this, boy." He said, gently tossing the golden coat of arms on the silver chain to Chris. "And remember that Tellia is great...And you can make it greater!"
He quickly left, not saying anything else to Chris. But just before he left the room, he turned and winked at Rebecca.
"Stay with him, dear." And he was gone.
The announcements were made and within months Chris became a full fledged celebrity. When he was coronated....When he began to make decisions...When he ran a nation...It was worth it.
One thing hadn't changed since childhood...The same old friend was there...Still helping...Still ready to watch a documentary...but now a full fledged Minister and member of Parliament.
There was more competition now. He was not the only one who had feelings for her. Eckstein...he had noticed the glances, the phrases, the flirtatious ways...His friend...whom he should not betray...But who had now betrayed him.
As he boarded the plane to leave his great nation, another tear fell. He took his seat beside Lady Rebecca and looked at her. And without shame, more came. And before long, she too was in tears. As they turned back to face forward, to face whatever future awaited them in a far away land, he put his hand over hers and prayed that he could hold on to this one piece of Tellia who had taken a piece of his heart.
He stood and walked out of the room quickly. "My items are on my desk." He whispered to the guards. One followed him, the other ran in to get the bags. As he climbed the first set of stairs be began to remember. He felt like he was about to pass out as his mind cast about for memories...Memories of this place...Memories of his life here.
Since he was a small child, an unimportant boy who would never have rank, he had lived in Romero. He had been a part of Romeran life, mingling, speaking, and considering various arrangements for his future. Would he become a politician, like his father? Or was there something different in store for him...He had always been interested in Travel...Perhaps a diplomat....
He had always expected really to become a low ranking member of the government...Things had not turned out this way. When the first King's approval ratings had been at an all time low he had traveled down the street to the first manor he found. He knew a child lived there. A child he had met on several occasions. This was the choice.
The knock had sounded throughout the house. Was it his titles that gave him the ability to catch the attention of every attendant, resident, and guest? Or was he simply that sort of man...
There wasn't any time to wonder...Mr. Collins was already at the door, opening it, inviting the King into their home. He was visibly surprised and nervous...What could he want? He even began to shake when the King had asked to see his son.
Chris had made his way down the stairs...He had not been in bed. He had been watching television with Rebecca when the King had arrived. They had ignored the amazing sound that reverberated through the manor and continued to enjoy their documentary...For that was the type of kids they were. Documentary style kids. When a maid arrived and asked for him to come down, naturally, she went with him.
They crept into the large sitting room and he saw the King...He was sitting, alone. His father had been sent away, most likely to drink a beer and wring his hands in the kitchen.
"Your Majesty," He said, bowing. This was echoed, with a cursty, by his companion.
"Please sit, my boy." The King said. They both did. Rebecca was being completely ignored.
"You are not yet very old but you have shown all of the makings of greatness I have no heirs and I would prefer not to send the nation into chaos. Therefore, I would like to offer the crown to you. I will be abdicating in a few years, when you have reached an appropriate age, and then...you will be King.'
"Surely...Your Majesty, you must be mistaken..." He said, shaking with ignorant joy.
"Take this, boy." He said, gently tossing the golden coat of arms on the silver chain to Chris. "And remember that Tellia is great...And you can make it greater!"
He quickly left, not saying anything else to Chris. But just before he left the room, he turned and winked at Rebecca.
"Stay with him, dear." And he was gone.
The announcements were made and within months Chris became a full fledged celebrity. When he was coronated....When he began to make decisions...When he ran a nation...It was worth it.
One thing hadn't changed since childhood...The same old friend was there...Still helping...Still ready to watch a documentary...but now a full fledged Minister and member of Parliament.
There was more competition now. He was not the only one who had feelings for her. Eckstein...he had noticed the glances, the phrases, the flirtatious ways...His friend...whom he should not betray...But who had now betrayed him.
As he boarded the plane to leave his great nation, another tear fell. He took his seat beside Lady Rebecca and looked at her. And without shame, more came. And before long, she too was in tears. As they turned back to face forward, to face whatever future awaited them in a far away land, he put his hand over hers and prayed that he could hold on to this one piece of Tellia who had taken a piece of his heart.
