Thread: A Forbidden Affair. (Cr0ssy994 x Ritsuke)

Stenvar was once a peaceful kingdom, free from war and poverty, its people kind and caring. The army was strong enough to scare away any potential threats without resulting to open war, and its economy and industry was strong. This was all because of High King Torvar. He slew the previous, corrupt king in a duel to the death and assumed the throne, making it his mission to turn the country around, to make it a country to be proud of. And he had succeeded. All seemed well and his wife Queen Anisia, bore him to children, a strong Prince and a most beautiful Princess. The kingdom was in safe hands until disaster struck. A few supporters of the old King still remained, mainly nobles who had been deposed after his death, gathered and hatched a plot to take the kingdom for themselves. They armed themselves and snuck into the palace, aided by several sorcerers, with the intent of killing the royal family. Once inside they attacked, killing anyone who got in their way, including the beloved Prince, before they were finally stopped. The King turned mad with rage, blaming the sorcerers for killing his son. He soon became a dark and twisted shadow of the man he once was, becoming selfish, hoarding money and power as well as outlawing the use of sorcery despite it being a power people were born with. And so it was for the next five years, with many people put to death for their abilities. Kalan was just one of the few warlocks captured by the Kings men. He reflected on this, and his actions as he was marched through the capital of Stenvar, Aldea. He wore a torn and ragged shirt and trousers in a similar state. One of his shoes had gone missing somewhere and his face was dirty and bloodied. He had bright hazel eyes and short, messy dark brown hair that was plastered with mud. His skin was slightly tanned and he had broad shoulders with a slightly muscular body. People watched quietly and with fear as he was marched, shackles on his wrists, towards The Iron Citadel. He was surrounded by ten guards, all in plate armour and armed with long swords and small round shields. He followed them up the steps to the citadel, admiring the many spires and towers of the black building. He followed the lead guard into the throne room, a large marble room, with a high room and many marble columns, arches and other architectural beauty. My King, we ave another warlock. Found im just outside the city. The leader of the group said, approaching the throne and kneeling. The others followed suit, all save Kalan, who looked around the room. The king was sprawled idly on his throne, sipping wine from a fine crystal goblet. He wore dark clothes that hung from his gaunt figure. I was just trying to help mlord. Kalan pleaded with mock sincerity. Quiet! Snapped the King. You could help by falling on your sword. If not then be silent. Well someones in a good mood today. Kalan quipped back. He was rewarded with a punch to the gut and forced on his knees, while the guard captain reported to the king announced Kalans crimes. He barely paid attention, his eyes wandering till they settled on a young woman at the edge of the room, watching the proceedings. My my, I never knew the princess was so beautiful. He said with a smirk. In a flash the king was up and his hand closing around Kalans throat, choking him. You lay eyes on my daughter again and Ill have you fed to my hounds, alive. He let go, throwing him back. Take him to the dungeons, hell be executed in a few days. And with that he was dragged away.