The tales of treachery

SHULA

Written by: FB
"By order of Gregormous, Head of House Balaur,Leader To The Wyrmen and Reigner of Ashenfield, he sentences you to die," My brother, Amir preached.

"No please I beg I was onl-"The urchin pleaded.
"That was not a draft, that was a final decision, go take him to The Soot Dungeons."Amir spoke as he ordered The Blackened Guards.

I always had a distaste for The Blackened Guards, they were emotionless puppets bowing only to the highest lords in Etheria. To many they were fear and justice reborn, yet to me they were the perfect example of what was wrong with the land. A lack of empathy and an overwhelming amount of coldness.

"Shula my darling sister please do not hide yourself!" Amir asked respectfully.
"I don't intend to hide myself, it is just I believe you were in the middle of a debacle." I said willingly.
"Well it turns out my schedule has a slot open so please join me for a walk!" Amir sweetly requested.
Why not? I rhetorically giggled.

We began taking a pleasurable stroll through the halls and galleries of The Pyres rooms. The air was musky and stenchful of steel and soot often from the Masoneers and their forges ,which they used to forge appropriate armour. All the "art" was dated back hundreds of years ago mostly in favour to my Ancestor Blair Balaur or The Artist for her name as she apparently was distasteful of wars and battles unlike The Wyrmen, my people. Her art often accompanied images of The Great Dragons of the past that encircled and surrounded The Pyre!

My brother (Amir) was a lean,well-mannered and bold boy ,who fought for both my fathers and his views no matter the cost. His hair, unlike most boys I had met, was silky,tailored and even blonde to a degree. It seemed his appearance was important to him, no doubt as he often spent hours combing,untangling and readjusting his hair to the point father took away his manicuring tools in order to attend actually important events.

"You seemed worried, my dear brother, what is on your mind?" I inquired.
"It is nothing, yet I worry for Father's health!" Amir responded
"When do you not? I get it he is bloated to a large degree but he is walking properly." I hastily responded!
My brother stared at me with his flint-coloured eyes and raised one of his eyebrows.
"Has he stopped walking?" I questioned.
"Grand Adviser Alastor speaks that Father simply refuses and verbally insinuates that he will not move from his bed!" Amir dedicatedly spoke.
"That drunken ham, I shall speak with Alastor and ensure that he will convince father to get off his rounded hind and actually improve our Kingdom." I declared as I stormed out of the hall we had cooped ourselves in!

I always had a simple yet constructive rivalry with Alastor, he was a young man no older than 25 and still he was the one who was feeding my father (Gregormous) information and whispers he heard in the wind. To me he was no more useful than a mop without a handle but Father liked him and so did my brother so I offered him what little respect I had for him.

After what felt like centuries of turns and twists, I reached The Grand Advisor's office and knocked on the necrotic,plain door!
"You may enter," The sadistic voice invited.
"Alastor." I plainly spoke.
"Oh,your grace take a seat," He further invited with an unending grin upon his lips.
I quickly took my place into the freezing,barren chair.
"I do not wish to bear the disparity of coming here any longer so I'll cut to the chase,why is my father no longer walking?" I angrily asked.
"It was a choice made by your father and one I will defend and upkeep as his Grand Advisor." Alastor solemnly spoke.
"Despite the fact it will clearly impact upon his physical and emotional health,how stupid can you be?" I maliciously berated.
"Your father's health has never been the best and with the lack of progress being shown, death can only be a donkey's run til it lands upon our walls." He slyly commented.
I solemnly waited for his words to finish and his mouth to shut so I could absorb such disturbing text. My father was no knight in shining armour, the kingdoms knew that but for him to forfeit his own being was an unthinkable action.
"To think you are a grand advisor, is a shame to other advisors that are out there. I will speak with my father, I assure you!" I declared.
After that, I quickly crept out.

Hours Later,
I walked up the drab and depressing stairwell to my father's bed chambers. To be honest, I hated my father and everything he touched. From his room,to his clothes but especially his "affiliates" who would "teach" him "techniques", what scum I thought.

I knocked on the intimidating,humongous doors.
"You may enter," Gregormous said in a drunken tone.
I entered to find my bloated and spherical father laid.
"Father you will get up right now I say," I vigorously yelled.
"Wow calm down there my little fire girl, someones got their curls in a curly curl," My Father gargled!
"I cannot believe that you are drunk again for the fifth night in a row."I spluttered spitefully!
"No,no,no I'm fine as a dande- *gulp* Anyway, what were we talking about?" My father confusingly asked.
"Alastor told me of how you have stopped walking and plan to lie in your bed for your days to come, Why? I maliciously asked!
"Well,I'm tired and plus I'm the Head so*gulp* I can do as I please so *gulp SHUT UP! Gregormous bellowed.
He then slapped me across the face leaving a dark and noticeable bruise. I began to form tears across my face yet knew I had to hold them back.
"I drink because I can,I demand because I can and I hit you because I can,I may be fatter than an ox but my hands can leave far bigger marks upon you, you infatuated,demonic welch, so go away or I'll carve your face up and serve it to your brother!" Gregormous viciously screamed.
"Okay." I solemnly spoke before walking off.

My father had hit me and I was not going to take it lying down!