[King] Short Story

You are standing in a room as big as a house,

floor, walls and the ceiling all white with golden linings,

whilst you are standing in the center there are two lines of people to your left and right bowing,

In front of you sits the king on her throne.

With a single look you can see the power, might and wisdom radiating off of her,

a pure aura of Nobility.

She calls you to kneel and speak the oath, to prove your faith in her

you stand there baffled remembering the path you walked as a royal knight to come this far.

A small commoner boy looked down upon by all, father a retired gate guard.

Training all your teen years to be good or at least acceptable at the Sword.

The joy of achieving the dream of getting the job as a knight

and getting a salary enough to satisfy your family.

And then the war, the merciless killings, blood baths.

The childhood friends that you lost, the innocent lives that you had to take...

For what, glory? wealth?

For whom, the country?

no there was no need for it because of the peace treaty there was no need for the war.

For the King? smiling whilst killing the people, ruining perfect peace,

watching the bloodbath from the sidelines.

What did you fight for? for this sorry excuse for a King?!

"A pure aura of nobility"? don't give me that excuse!

Radiating Power and Wisdom? what are you even talking about!

All i see is filth that needs to be eradicated!

"Kneel"? "Oath"? "Faith"?

There will be none of it.

You walk to the king with a smile on your just like her when she was watching people being slaughtered.

Take your sword and unleash the torrent of emotions the people suffered under her command.

"There is no king, no human, not even an animal here,

all i see is a DemonBeast which needs to be culled!"

With the throne empty and your sword bloody you disappear without leaving a trace.