Ancient Kingdom Time Forgot

Chapter 7

“Your Grace, we need to kill Shuntha'' Seti walks alongside Raiden as he makes his way to the icy throne. The throne wasn’t made of ice but metal that was painted white, it was almost a century old. It didn’t rust, it wasn’t worn down, the paint wasn’t chipped, and it looked like it had just been crafted. Five faces that were part of the kingdom forged the throne with magic, the fairies were once respected and loved; until King Atticus and Queen, Tressa feared them and spread hatred amongst the people.

“Enough death Uncle, I know he is an enemy, but we’ve had enough death here.” Raiden sits on the throne as his eyes shift to the side, he watches men bring in the similar feminine throne as they place it next to his. They bow and leave as Raiden and Seti stare in its direction.

“The Queen’s throne?” Seti questioned as he makes his way up to the empty chair. “I thought it lost after my brother died, your mother proclaimed herself the indisputable Queen and thought to signify it by claiming the King’s throne.” He touched the details of the chair, running his rough fingers over the flowers, through every crease as he walked around it. “Yolandi hated it and only sat in it once. Is this for Bridgette?”

“Yes, do you think she’ll like it?”

“Like what?” Bridgette asked, walking in, her hair up in braids as she slowly made her way to Raiden.

“My love” He runs over to her, bowing before kissing her hand. “I received the Queen’s throne for you, we will rule together, side by side.” He takes her by the hand as he leads her to the chair watching her reaction. “Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful, Raiden” Her eyes study the craftsmanship as she looks up at him smiling.

“Raiden, there’s a crowd coming!” Agneta ran into the grand room carrying her hatchet, following behind her was Jasper holding a knife. He was looking more unkempt the longer they stayed there, a once well-groomed and well-dressed man turned into a man with a full beard and native clothing. Before another word was said a king’s guard came in carrying Mrs. Clara and following him were Ajay, Calvin, and Miles' sword in hand.

“King Raiden, if that’s who you are, we demand Shuntha’s head!” Yelled a bald, broad-shouldered, tattooed man. He had a flat wide nose and was missing his 2 canine teeth, any chance he had he would make any excuse to take off his shirt. His body was covered in tattoos and scars, his most prominent scars were along his forehead as if he was getting scalped. The next ran along his throat and finally one ran along the left side of his face cutting through his eye and lips. He was partially blind because of this, and his eye was almost white but it didn’t stop him from causing the most trouble.

“Quiet your tongue, Sheamus!” Yelled out Seti as he grabbed his spear that was leaning along the wall and started walking toward the man before Agneta jumped in front of him.

Sheamus scoffed as he looked on and held his arms open. He was a warrior of that you could see, his short hair was much redder than Agneta's or her father’s, and was shaved down on the sides. His nose had a ring through it like a bull and he wore it proudly like a trophy.

“Well, King, are you going to cut off his head like you did his brother’s or shall I do it for you?!” He laughed as he raised his arms in the air and slowly turned to the mob behind him, silver ax in hand.

“I told you to hold your tongue!” Seti stepped forward, his daughter still in front of him as he pointed his spear toward Sheamus.

“There will be no more death!” Raiden walks toward the edge of the platform holding onto Bridgette as he looks on at the crowd, he raises an arm to hush the disgruntled mob. “We have had enough death, I will keep him in the cells. That is my decree, now leave us!”

“You can’t decree anything, you are not king!” Sheamus smiled and walked closer to the platform as a king’s guard stepped in front of him.

“I am heir to the throne, I am the rightful King!” He shouted and turned around heading to the throne.

“Your father died, yes, but your mother declared herself ruler, and she is not dead, and you are not married.” Sheamus snickered as he turned walking away toward the mob.

“I will call the council to make an order in a fortnight. Now, everyone go home.” Raiden’s voice was deeper than normal as irritation lingered on his breath. He sits on the throne holding hands with Bridgette as she sits next to him.

“Ealdorman Leif, you will form the council with the other Ealdormen and come to a haste decision.” Seti corners a tall, long white-haired man with a long white beard in white robes.

“I will, yes, you and the others must be careful. I do not trust Sheamus Ainsley, nor the company he keeps.” Leif pats Seti on the back as he turns to slowly leave. Leif was the oldest man living in the kingdom, he had a long face, long narrow nose, and small black eyes. His white robes drug the floor as he walked with a bad limp carrying his staff.