Hi, I'm C. V. Nór. I'm into reality and fantasy. I come from California and soon I'll be returning there from my beautiful Arizona, a place that I love with all my heart. It is a joy to find a forum where writers and readers can become more personally acquainted. I'm the author of "For the Empire's Throne." Besides being a writer, I'm also a musician. For the Empire's Throne is my first novel, part of a series. I also have a new blog, https://streetaffair.net, where I do light musings. I may be also followed on Twitter https://twitter.com/Caevannor for anyone interested. It is quite barren at the moment. Thank you.
--Excerpt of my book--
Ixalien sat back and looked intently at Aldunir. Aldunir took this as a sign he could speak.
“Great sire,” the royal noble said, bowing with a hand on his chest. “You have known me since I was a child and seen me hold my dear cousin in my arms. For love alone to her, an innocent child, this charge, or this suspicion, hurts my very heart. Such unfortunate event, as the one that happened yesterday, will inevitably lead eyes in my direction, as it has, and such I do not blame. If word of honor counts for nothing, I am then fit for whatever punishment you offer, or if it is good for something, then the benefit of being absolved by a more thorough investigation. I, too, my lord, have enemies. I won’t conceal nor deny my errors, errors of a past life when I was confused. I have grown and thought, and tried, thanks to the opportunities you have given me, to live as well as I can without mixing in nothing more than good company with wine. My tongue you have punished before, and you may accuse me of past mistakes. But the other, graver charge, I would not dare if I was tenfold angry or an enemy to Braavadom.”
Ixalien looked at Aldunir steadily, almost blankly. He appeared disarmed by both the attitude and the words of the royal noble. But pride would not let him admit that he had been disarmed, or that he was so foolish as to jump to a mistake. He would not admit to a defeat, nor appear to admit it, even as he gave way to the argument presented. He had to find the balance between not being a humiliated king and a king that could be counted on to be rational when necessary. But Ixalien was sagacious, and he found his voice in a warning.
“Such would be a natural defense. But indeed, and see here my justice, it may be your hands are clean, and it may be you have at last paid honor to that blood that, for better or for worse, makes you who you are. Yet the justice of reason may give a new argument, one that inculpates you. Yet I hold myself, despite my doubts and my anger that would have you hanging from a gibbet at this moment. In compliment to that blood that joins us, I won’t jump too quickly to charge you yet. An investigation is in place. If it be that you are—as I at this moment doubt it—innocent of the events of yesterday, you have nothing to fear. If not, then you are lost, and no blood drop of Varomkuth or Reldorin will save you.”
“My lord honors me as he stabs me. But I shall do my best to fulfill whatever duty is charged to me to erase the suspicion so unjustly laid against me.”
“Upon that I count. And to start with that duty, you are to stay close while the investigation carries on. Thus, do not go too far, or it shall raise again my suspicion.”
“How far may I travel?”
“Do not go to Brookvale nor to Woristat—nor to any other principality, for I will find you and drag you personally to the scaffold! You are to stay in the capital until this thing is settled.”
“I place myself at your service for whatever is required. Yet my lord—and this I say without any intention to break the gift of trust you lay before me—the investigation might take a year, or even ten.”
“Despite the snake that you are, I will show you that I can be kind when a thing is kindly asked. Three months at least you are to stay within my view. After that, if no culprit is found, you may go where the wind takes you.”
“Ever wise with your words. Thank you, my lord.”
“However, just one thing before you depart. Write no letters. From today on, up to three months, every friend you have shall be known about. If you somehow disappear for a moment, I will learn about it, and this time iron chains will bind your wrists, and I won’t be too kind.”
Aldunir froze.
“So I am a prisoner in Braavadom.”
“Such is my wisdom! Now, my lord, go on to live your day. We will see each other again.”
--Excerpt of my book--
Ixalien sat back and looked intently at Aldunir. Aldunir took this as a sign he could speak.
“Great sire,” the royal noble said, bowing with a hand on his chest. “You have known me since I was a child and seen me hold my dear cousin in my arms. For love alone to her, an innocent child, this charge, or this suspicion, hurts my very heart. Such unfortunate event, as the one that happened yesterday, will inevitably lead eyes in my direction, as it has, and such I do not blame. If word of honor counts for nothing, I am then fit for whatever punishment you offer, or if it is good for something, then the benefit of being absolved by a more thorough investigation. I, too, my lord, have enemies. I won’t conceal nor deny my errors, errors of a past life when I was confused. I have grown and thought, and tried, thanks to the opportunities you have given me, to live as well as I can without mixing in nothing more than good company with wine. My tongue you have punished before, and you may accuse me of past mistakes. But the other, graver charge, I would not dare if I was tenfold angry or an enemy to Braavadom.”
Ixalien looked at Aldunir steadily, almost blankly. He appeared disarmed by both the attitude and the words of the royal noble. But pride would not let him admit that he had been disarmed, or that he was so foolish as to jump to a mistake. He would not admit to a defeat, nor appear to admit it, even as he gave way to the argument presented. He had to find the balance between not being a humiliated king and a king that could be counted on to be rational when necessary. But Ixalien was sagacious, and he found his voice in a warning.
“Such would be a natural defense. But indeed, and see here my justice, it may be your hands are clean, and it may be you have at last paid honor to that blood that, for better or for worse, makes you who you are. Yet the justice of reason may give a new argument, one that inculpates you. Yet I hold myself, despite my doubts and my anger that would have you hanging from a gibbet at this moment. In compliment to that blood that joins us, I won’t jump too quickly to charge you yet. An investigation is in place. If it be that you are—as I at this moment doubt it—innocent of the events of yesterday, you have nothing to fear. If not, then you are lost, and no blood drop of Varomkuth or Reldorin will save you.”
“My lord honors me as he stabs me. But I shall do my best to fulfill whatever duty is charged to me to erase the suspicion so unjustly laid against me.”
“Upon that I count. And to start with that duty, you are to stay close while the investigation carries on. Thus, do not go too far, or it shall raise again my suspicion.”
“How far may I travel?”
“Do not go to Brookvale nor to Woristat—nor to any other principality, for I will find you and drag you personally to the scaffold! You are to stay in the capital until this thing is settled.”
“I place myself at your service for whatever is required. Yet my lord—and this I say without any intention to break the gift of trust you lay before me—the investigation might take a year, or even ten.”
“Despite the snake that you are, I will show you that I can be kind when a thing is kindly asked. Three months at least you are to stay within my view. After that, if no culprit is found, you may go where the wind takes you.”
“Ever wise with your words. Thank you, my lord.”
“However, just one thing before you depart. Write no letters. From today on, up to three months, every friend you have shall be known about. If you somehow disappear for a moment, I will learn about it, and this time iron chains will bind your wrists, and I won’t be too kind.”
Aldunir froze.
“So I am a prisoner in Braavadom.”
“Such is my wisdom! Now, my lord, go on to live your day. We will see each other again.”
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