North America / Kingdom of Yorkania (Crownlands of Manhattan): November 11th, 1517.
It was a beautiful day for the world.The birds were chirping their songs as mankind went about their daily routines with smiles on their faces at beauty of the city, but also sad looks on their faces at the horror of it whether it be financially, emotionally or physically, yet if you were to look closely at a castle. To be more specific, Inside of a grand hall. You can see a cold looking man sitting at a desk beneath a throne surrounded by armored knights and nobles split into two factions on each side of the hall.
(Percival's POV)
"Chancellor wood. This is absolutely absurd, what gives you the authority on behalf of the queen mother to halt court, think of how the great yorkania will be affected." Said a calm and handsome young man in a very luxerious attire with a diamond shaped face, dark brown eyes, neck length dark brown hair and a 6'0 slim muscular body.
Gandalore stepped up slowly from the other side of the room and said calmly as he stroked his beard with his right hand "Watch your tongue marquis roosevelt, her majesty is bedridden and has been poisoned. Your stance speaks even louder than your venomous words ever could."
"Hahahaha…speaks the traitor." Said marquis roosevelt laughing loudly out nowhere as the 55 of the ton laughed behind him.
Tristan stepped up beside gandslore with his arms behind his back and said calmly with a cold look on his face "I represent on behalf of the princes and princesses."
The hall was silent. 49 of the ton behind tristan and gandalore had completely unfazed looks on their face with their heads held high and there backs straightened with utmost poise and scorn.
"ENOUGH." Said percival loudly with a wave of his hand and a cold look in his eyes.
The hall was absolutely silent. The atmosphere heavy.
Percival shuffled a few paperwork in front of him while grabbing the royal seal and holding it up "You ask what gives me the authority. My position as chancellor dose. I have the right to exercise emergency power in dire situations like this."
"YET. your not the king or ruler lord wood, just a small chancellor." Said marquis roosevelt with a sigh and his eyes closed as he shrugged.
Percival Interlocked bit of his hands atop the desks as he laughed lightly and said with his face becoming cold again instantly "I did a little investigation and it seems that there is a catholic church rat amongst us."
The hall was absolutely silent. The ton all stepping away from each other Immediately with wary looks on their faces.
"I am already aware and Informed of who the culprit is. Gandalore de' steten." Said Percival while glancing at gandlore.
The hall was silent. Gandalore's eyes wide as everyone looked at gandlore with shock.
Percival leaned propped both of his crossed legs atop the desk and said while picking at his nose slightly and blowing his finger "Is what you all thought I would say…, seize all of marquis roosevelt faction at once and search all of their estates and castles. They all shall be executed in the name of the queen mother for poisnothr queen and if they are deemed. I shall frame it as rebellion against the crown of yorkania."
"YES." Said all of the knights loudly in unison as they circled around the shocked marquis roosevelt and the rest of the 55 ton.
Marquis roosevelt face turned angry and said with a roar "DO YOU KNOW WHO IS B…"
*THOMP*
*SPURT*
Galahad waved his bloody sword lightly.
*SPLAT*
*Boom*
Marquis roosevelt's halted by the foot of the trembling tristan with wide eyes and a pool of blood forming.
"This is the new era of le fay. Choose your side carefully you wretches." Said galahad calmly as he licked the blood on his his lip very slowly.
(Morgan's POV)
*Phap*
I closed the newspaper in my hand and asked calmly. My cheeks not moving in the slightest "They what."
"Y…your majesty. lord wood has openly put marquis roosevelt to death in the belief that he thinks that he is connected to the catholic church and is christian." Said john stuttering as he steyed in a bowing posture.
A woman sighed in a chair next to me and said while adjusting his throat "Your majesty, you should not be discussing court activities, it is not good for your he…."
"Silence. Thank your for your services, what is your name." I asked calmly as I looked at the pretty and petite gentle looking woman with a round shaped face, dark brown eyes, long dark brown hair and a light skin tone with a 5'1 hourglass figure.
The woman's face turned serious and said with a pissed look "Your majesty. I am your caretaker, I advise that you do not partake in court activities."
"And I am the queen mother. What is your title and state your name at once." I said calmly as my hazel green eyes bore straight into her dark brown eyes.
The woman stood up and said while curtsying "I am baroness wood, my name is genevieve de' wood your majesty."
"Ah. Your the wood pecker's wife." I said with a wave of my hand calmly for her to leave at once.
"He has gone to far despite his advice to me about both sides of a coin" I thought as I was about to get up from the bed.
Genevieve smiled and said with a firm tone "I am afraid that I must overstep your majesty, I will not obey."
"WHAT." Said john loudly with a flabbergasted look on his face.
"This bitch…I know she just didn't just…" I thought with wide eyes that started turning bloodshot as veins appeared on my hands and forehead.
"Your majesty do not misunderstand. You are just not needed right now." Said genevieve as she sat back down in the chair and started embroidering again.
The chamber was silent. I glanced at john and looked back at genevieve.
John's face turned cold and said while going up to and said calmly "Look at me."
"Huh…" Said genevieve confusedly while looking at john.
*THAP*
Genevieve's body went limp.
I glanced around the chamber and said calmly "Come out everyone."
Suddenly 5 men and women appeared out of nowhere in black cloaks and said in unison as they kneeled "Your majesty."
"It is time. Get me my sword." I said calmly as I moved the covers off of me and got out of bed with a clenched jaw from the pain in my legs and body.
Yorkania not knowing of that it's about too experience the real meaning of hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
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THE END…