04-21-2018, 04:20 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify;"]THE FEAR OF FALLING APART
Today was not pretty.
For once, the king was not his proud self at the podium. Instead, his hands were in his palms and his back slouched ever so slightly. Today was the end of a country and the beginning of two separate ones. Frederick had tried his best to hold onto his power, but he had not succeeded in his actions of doing so, causing the uprising of many once-loyal members of Kalopsia. Now they were left in shambles. Many of his high positions had joined the other side, stabbing him in the back, and others had remained loyal in hopes they could smooch off his remaints. The thought immediately prompted his utter disgust. Thankfully, and sadly, he had other things to do in the meantime.
"Kalopsia!"
His voice boomed across the marble meeting hall. Those that gathered felt shivers run down their backs and the ones that had not came dropped what they were doing. This was not his friendly greeting. Instead, Frederick's voice was cold and harsh. Their King was on the edge and they damn well knew the consequences if they did not show up to the throne room today. They knew what was about to happen too. After all, the revolution led by his former friend did not go silent throughout the country. It caused families to split and friendships to be broken, along with several parts of the territory to be ruined.
As they gathered in silence, his gaze rose up from his palms and onto his people. Familiar people, family, and friends had gathered by his side. Some in fear, others in remorse and joy. They looked upon him carefully. As their gazes observed him, they began to notice the bags under his eyes and how unkempt his hair was. This was unlike their King. Frederick, despite their looks, carried on nevertheless. His back straightened and his throat cleared, offering a light huff before he started to speak. "Earlier I discussed a treaty with Prometheus which was unsuccessful, despite my efforts," he stated off the bat. There was no time to discuss the smaller details, instead he went straight to the main topic. "Our country has officially split in two. I will still lead Kalopsia, but we will now we known as Griffingate from now on. As for them..." His gaze moved away from the audience momentarily. "I'm not sure." Prometheus had went all the way to Asia with his band of misfits, so he did not know of their news until he managed to get some spies over there.
For now, he set up precautions. "Despite this, we still reign strong. Those who serve the rebellion are no longer one of us, but instead Prometheus' puppets." A sneer crossed his lips. "The ones who serve him will be counted as our enemies and those who served under me during that time are officially renounced from their ranks." His hands crossed together over the podium and his shag fell forward into his eyes as he leaned forward. "Consider this a blank state." Frederick's eyes scanned his audience. "We don't know what spies lie within our ranks, so it is better to start anew." He did not need to be stabbed in the back for the second time. "Prove your worth and you will be granted a rank." It was easy as that.
Pulling back again, the sovereign scanned the crowd again. "I do not think I have anything other than this to announce," came his cold phrasing. "Please state your ideas and concerns here, folks, as we're going to dearly need them in the times to come." Frederick stepped away from the podium and towards the audience so he could talk to them up close. Hopefully, his efforts would not be for nothing.
Though, unknown to them, Prometheus had died by his hand earlier along this road. Another leader had arose in his place and was beginning to spread the propaganda against their dearest leader.
Today was not pretty.
For once, the king was not his proud self at the podium. Instead, his hands were in his palms and his back slouched ever so slightly. Today was the end of a country and the beginning of two separate ones. Frederick had tried his best to hold onto his power, but he had not succeeded in his actions of doing so, causing the uprising of many once-loyal members of Kalopsia. Now they were left in shambles. Many of his high positions had joined the other side, stabbing him in the back, and others had remained loyal in hopes they could smooch off his remaints. The thought immediately prompted his utter disgust. Thankfully, and sadly, he had other things to do in the meantime.
"Kalopsia!"
His voice boomed across the marble meeting hall. Those that gathered felt shivers run down their backs and the ones that had not came dropped what they were doing. This was not his friendly greeting. Instead, Frederick's voice was cold and harsh. Their King was on the edge and they damn well knew the consequences if they did not show up to the throne room today. They knew what was about to happen too. After all, the revolution led by his former friend did not go silent throughout the country. It caused families to split and friendships to be broken, along with several parts of the territory to be ruined.
As they gathered in silence, his gaze rose up from his palms and onto his people. Familiar people, family, and friends had gathered by his side. Some in fear, others in remorse and joy. They looked upon him carefully. As their gazes observed him, they began to notice the bags under his eyes and how unkempt his hair was. This was unlike their King. Frederick, despite their looks, carried on nevertheless. His back straightened and his throat cleared, offering a light huff before he started to speak. "Earlier I discussed a treaty with Prometheus which was unsuccessful, despite my efforts," he stated off the bat. There was no time to discuss the smaller details, instead he went straight to the main topic. "Our country has officially split in two. I will still lead Kalopsia, but we will now we known as Griffingate from now on. As for them..." His gaze moved away from the audience momentarily. "I'm not sure." Prometheus had went all the way to Asia with his band of misfits, so he did not know of their news until he managed to get some spies over there.
For now, he set up precautions. "Despite this, we still reign strong. Those who serve the rebellion are no longer one of us, but instead Prometheus' puppets." A sneer crossed his lips. "The ones who serve him will be counted as our enemies and those who served under me during that time are officially renounced from their ranks." His hands crossed together over the podium and his shag fell forward into his eyes as he leaned forward. "Consider this a blank state." Frederick's eyes scanned his audience. "We don't know what spies lie within our ranks, so it is better to start anew." He did not need to be stabbed in the back for the second time. "Prove your worth and you will be granted a rank." It was easy as that.
Pulling back again, the sovereign scanned the crowd again. "I do not think I have anything other than this to announce," came his cold phrasing. "Please state your ideas and concerns here, folks, as we're going to dearly need them in the times to come." Frederick stepped away from the podium and towards the audience so he could talk to them up close. Hopefully, his efforts would not be for nothing.
Though, unknown to them, Prometheus had died by his hand earlier along this road. Another leader had arose in his place and was beginning to spread the propaganda against their dearest leader.
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