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- Posted: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 01:56:47 +0000
τɧɪѕ ѕτατϵ σғ ςɧασѕ ѕυɪτѕ ʏσυ
ɓυτ ɳσω ɪ'ѵϵ ɡστ α ηατɪση τσ ςʀυѕɧ ʏσυ σɳ мʏ ςσммαηɗ
. . . αηɗ ɪ ςαη'τ ωαɪτ
ɓυτ ɳσω ɪ'ѵϵ ɡστ α ηατɪση τσ ςʀυѕɧ ʏσυ σɳ мʏ ςσммαηɗ
. . . αηɗ ɪ ςαη'τ ωαɪτ
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【xxxxx"It's terribly quiet, wouldn't you say?" the question rang eeriely through the mostly empty hall, disheveling the silence and prompting the turning of a few guardsmen's heads in response to the sudden speech. A pair of golden eyes crossed the room in a glance, passing disinterestedly over the hall's intricate and masterfully sculpted architecture, white and gold-trimmed vaulted ceiling and marble columns to rest instead upon an empty seat, freshly enough that the dust had not yet began to settle. This seat was identical to the one the Ljosalfar himself sat upon, yet it differed in that it lacked an occupant and additionally a recipient to his question. His gaze lingered on this vacant seat, a glint of something that could have easily either been confusion or sorrow in his eyes before it quickly dissolved. The Ljosalfar then, without warning, wrenched his focus from the throne to one of the still gawking guardsmen.
"Do you insult me?" he demanded, now speaking in a much more audible and distinctly acidic tone of voice that against the empty hall resounded much more fiercely. The guard, clearly taken by surprise by the High King's accusation, quickly spat out his reply with what he hoped was the correct answer.
"N-no, Your High-"
"Do you think me a fool?"
"N-"
"Well, if you neither insult me or think me a fool, why is the High Queen's seat still present in my throne room?"
"Forgive me, Your Highness, but you said-"
"The Queen is dead. Have you heard?" the High King leaned forward with brows raised, as if revealing a great and unknown truth to the guardsman, who in turn hesitated to answer.
"Y-yes, Your Highness, it's only that-"
"The dead have no need for seating arrangements." the High King stated, falling back into his seat and adopting a more somber tone of voice before a brief wave of silence swept between the two. He quickly reequipped his bitter countenance, however, and spoke once more to the guard.
"You will remove this seat from my hall or I shall remove your head from your shoulders." the High King warned with utmost sincerity, motioning with his right hand to his own head and shoulders to more clearly express his point, and if the pale, frozen expression on the guardsman was a reliable indication, then he clearly succeeded.
Deciding it might be best if he simply held his tongue, the guardsman simply nodded and quickly went to do as he was told. The High King watched the guardsman like a hawk, perhaps even more closely than that, as he and a fellow guard went to remove the High Queen's seat from the throne room, though, almost as soon as the scolded guard laid hand on it, the High King in an instant reached for and grabbed this guards wrist, prying his hand from the chair. The silver-haired Ljosalfar turned the guards hand over palm up and stared down upon it, studying it like one would a tome.
He was unreadable for but a moment before his face curled into an expression of disgust. He released the guards hand, practically flinging it back at him. "You are unfit to even lay hand on it." the High King snarled, while the guard, petrified and unsure whether to leave or continue to follow the orders given to him, exchanged wary glances with the other guardsman who looked equally as puzzled. Thankfully for him, the High King cleared his uncertainty though not in the most ideal way. "Why are you standing there? Take it. Once you've done that, you will stay out of my sight." with that, the High King turned, and did not watch as the two thoroughly unsettled guards hoisted and made off with the High Queen's throne.
The hall's doors opened, flooding the dim and dreary room with warm, golden light for just a brief instance before they were sealed shut once again with an echoing boom that veiled the grand hall in silence.
"Yes, it is dreadfully quiet." the Ljosalfar sighed softly to himself.xxxxx】
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ɪ'м ʀαɡϵ αɳɗ ʀυɪɳ ɓϵғσʀϵ ʏσυ αɳɗ ωɪτɧσυτ
α τɧσυɡɧτ ɪη мʏ мɪɳɗ, ɪ'ʟʟ мαӄϵ ʏσυ ςσмϵ ςʟϵαɳ
. . . ʏσυ'ʟʟ ɳϵѵϵʀ ѕϵϵ ɧϵʀ αɡαɪη
α τɧσυɡɧτ ɪη мʏ мɪɳɗ, ɪ'ʟʟ мαӄϵ ʏσυ ςσмϵ ςʟϵαɳ
. . . ʏσυ'ʟʟ ɳϵѵϵʀ ѕϵϵ ɧϵʀ αɡαɪη