Centuries back, there resided a kingdom. A kingdom which worked under the monarch of only one person. Kingdom where even the winds knew who their lord was ..
Kingdom of the Dark Lord
Roosevolt Kingdom
A dark place with no source of light equipped with heavy metals and weapons. The noise of clanking of the chains demanded attention , as a bony ragged figure came into the view , being dragged by a muscular body. Bowing in front of the dark figure, the guard turned aside.
Never in his life, the old commander imagined to be punished this mercilessly just for some expressing some thoughts. The meeting with the Dark Lord indicated how gruesome his punishment would be, since the dark lord was quite indifferent to his pleas and not to forget his notorious reputation.
"Please, spare my life, just for this instance, I have a person waiting and surviving for me. Here in front of you , I pledge to the goddess Agnes that those despising words would never leave my mouth again " "Do you think you would be alive to do it again?!" a quiet voice whispered lowly. Hazardous appearance, ragged clothes with full display of his bloody injuries, bony figure, tear stained face. Anyone would found pity on such a old pathetic figure but hearing his words only added to the further disgust of the dark figure.
"Do you know what you did you old rascal?!Where did you even found the guts to defy our majesty's thoughts. Do you have a death wish?" The personal guard of the king spoke up. Another guard supported, "Yes sure, It just happened that majesty was present to see you disagree to his commands. What may you have done behind our backs?!Manipulating the people of our kingdom against his majesty. That surely is a treason"
"NO! No no I wouldn't dare your majesty" The old man shrieked. "I just thought that increasing taxes percentage would be harmful for the beggarly but I never knew that they were not included. Please your majesty, If you want you can cut off my tongue. But spare my life I need to live for my grandson. He is just ten. How would he live alone in this viscous world? I am a commander and I've helped gaining victory to the kingdom numerous times. For my loyalty to the country, For my grandson, Please let me live-" The guards present near were filled with sympathy for the old man. Thinking about how a young boy of ten would do without any elder's guidance. But they knew that he would surely be punished today as there is nothing that could make the dark lord pity on it. No matter how pitiful anyone's words could be, they would never be enough to melt a stone.
A stone that was placed in the lord's chest.
The tall dark figure with a striking appearance made it way to the light from the dark corner he was standing in. His dark eyes and stark black hair were camouflaged with the darkness of the surroundings. Six feet tall height, was enough to intimidate and look down on someone. Muscular shoulders but away from being bulky, a thin waist and long legs added to his charisma. His pale white skin standing out from all the darkness seemed to shine as soon as he stepped into the light make the viewers awe at the heavenly figure. Looking at him made it evident that he was one of god's favorite creation, Such a conspicuously handsome appearance that made the Greek god's swoon over.
His eyes were filled with immense disgust for the creature in front of him, his pathetic words were nothing new that he haven't heard of. His stare turned hard listening to him talking about his grandson. A flicker of red shone through his dark eyes which was gone unnoticed except for one of his personal guard. Sensing the murderous glare in his eyes every voice in the dark cell turned deaf. His deep husky voice resonated through the place as he spoke, "Don't you find yourself despicable, using your innocent grandson to shield yourself and run away from the punishment. A responsible man knows of his duties towards his dependents and knows when to use his right to speech to prevent any misfortune to befall on him." As he spoke his voice turned colder and colder and he spoke up with the gigantic authority he had "Behead him in the middle of the town, at the main street. Every resident of the Roosevolt Kingdom should know the consequences of raising a question on the king's decision"
The guards rushed to prepare for the order. The old commander's body convulsed in massive fear but he didn't found the courage to question his decision again. Remaining of the guard standing by, felt the hair on their neck stand and a chill of fear as The dark lord exited the room with his personal guard. No one was able to voice their thoughts but it was clear everyone thought of the same thing.
The Dark Lord was truly Ruthless.
If the commander who worked for whole his life in the kingdom was not spared with king's wrath, who were they. They made up a mental note not to ever interfere in any of the king's business.
Moving proudly with square shoulders through the long hallway, his majesty came to a halt. Turning back he saw his personal guard Drew, who was serving him ever since he remember. "Take care of the grandson he was talking about. Tell Robert to have counselling sessions with him, and let him pursue which ever profile he wants. He should be treated with equality in the palace not as the grandson of a outspoken commander. Its your responsibility to let him have a good future in the kingdom." His voice sounded cold and distant but Drew was able to make out the strange sense of warmth as he spoke about the kid. Bowing his head at him, he nodded in affirmation and spoke up "As you say your majesty."
Following him again there was a small smile on Drew's face. He never regretted being his guard. No matter what the world says, he knew that his master did have a heart, sympathy and feelings. There was just need of that someone to evoke those emotions out of him.
His master was not so ruthless after all !!