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in reply to a message by saphirdufeu
House of Fairfax
DH: King Richard Christopher Samuel [37]
DW: Queen Beatrice Edith Sybillia [30]
DD: Princess Matilda Anne Christine [11]
DS: Prince Henry Valerian Ambrose [10]
DS: Prince Rufus Joscelin Ives [7]
There are many kinds of kings throughout history. You have the traditional heroic sort of king, who slew dragons and fought against barbarian invasions and probably got their magic sword from some watery wench. Then you have the conniving sort of king, the ones born next to the previous king, who'd used cunning plots and a certain amount of backstabbing to seize the throne by force. There are also, although rather less celebrated by bards and historians, the reluctant sort of king, who'd recieved the throne the way a hapless child opens up his Christmas present only to discover three pairs of wooly socks and a sweater he'll grow into around next Christmas. These are the kings who didn't kill anyone to get to the throne, who never pulled any swords from stones and who firmly believed that Death does, in fact, hold court within the hollow crown.
King Richard happens to be this third type of king.
The truth was, he'd been pretty happy with his wife Beatrice in their draughty little castle out by the forest, so far up the mountain that even bandits would rather turn back and rob an inn somewhere than chance the corkscrew, snow-swept roads leading up to it. Besides, he was always supposed to just sit quietly out of the whole kinging business. His father had been quite clear on that. Louis was supposed to be king, not him, so all he really had to do was finish his lessons and eat his vegetables, and if he could marry someone important and get more power to the family, then that's all very well.
It was a neat plan, which of course meant it would inevitably fall apart, because history has a tendency to muck up neat plans with extreme prejudice. And so it was that three years after his brother Louis took the throne, a usurper assassinated him. Then, their middle brother Simon took it upon himself to avenge the murder and kill the usurper, which he finally did in a fashion, but not without himself dying in the process. Which left Richard, unaccounted-for, unexpected Richard, realising that the throne had fallen to him by default.
And so, with great rush, last-minute arrangements, and the inevitable litany of complaints, he bundled up his family and brought them to the capital. The new royal family. Who would have imagined it? Stolid, sour-faced Richard; Beatrice, who moved like a battleship and had the voice of an operatic valkyrie; insatiably curious Tilly, soft-spoken Hal, studious Rufus--whisked away from their natural habitat to take over the kingdom.
This, the people agreed over pints and stale bread, will either be the shake-up the kingdom deserves, or the start of its ruin. Either way, it's going to be interesting times ahead.
Mutatis mutandis. Si non confectus, non reficiat.
DH: King Richard Christopher Samuel [37]
DW: Queen Beatrice Edith Sybillia [30]
DD: Princess Matilda Anne Christine [11]
DS: Prince Henry Valerian Ambrose [10]
DS: Prince Rufus Joscelin Ives [7]
There are many kinds of kings throughout history. You have the traditional heroic sort of king, who slew dragons and fought against barbarian invasions and probably got their magic sword from some watery wench. Then you have the conniving sort of king, the ones born next to the previous king, who'd used cunning plots and a certain amount of backstabbing to seize the throne by force. There are also, although rather less celebrated by bards and historians, the reluctant sort of king, who'd recieved the throne the way a hapless child opens up his Christmas present only to discover three pairs of wooly socks and a sweater he'll grow into around next Christmas. These are the kings who didn't kill anyone to get to the throne, who never pulled any swords from stones and who firmly believed that Death does, in fact, hold court within the hollow crown.
King Richard happens to be this third type of king.
The truth was, he'd been pretty happy with his wife Beatrice in their draughty little castle out by the forest, so far up the mountain that even bandits would rather turn back and rob an inn somewhere than chance the corkscrew, snow-swept roads leading up to it. Besides, he was always supposed to just sit quietly out of the whole kinging business. His father had been quite clear on that. Louis was supposed to be king, not him, so all he really had to do was finish his lessons and eat his vegetables, and if he could marry someone important and get more power to the family, then that's all very well.
It was a neat plan, which of course meant it would inevitably fall apart, because history has a tendency to muck up neat plans with extreme prejudice. And so it was that three years after his brother Louis took the throne, a usurper assassinated him. Then, their middle brother Simon took it upon himself to avenge the murder and kill the usurper, which he finally did in a fashion, but not without himself dying in the process. Which left Richard, unaccounted-for, unexpected Richard, realising that the throne had fallen to him by default.
And so, with great rush, last-minute arrangements, and the inevitable litany of complaints, he bundled up his family and brought them to the capital. The new royal family. Who would have imagined it? Stolid, sour-faced Richard; Beatrice, who moved like a battleship and had the voice of an operatic valkyrie; insatiably curious Tilly, soft-spoken Hal, studious Rufus--whisked away from their natural habitat to take over the kingdom.
This, the people agreed over pints and stale bread, will either be the shake-up the kingdom deserves, or the start of its ruin. Either way, it's going to be interesting times ahead.
Mutatis mutandis. Si non confectus, non reficiat.
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Not too late at all! :-)
A "KUY Congrats" like this ("keep up yourself") means you can post whenever you like.
And I like your story!
A "KUY Congrats" like this ("keep up yourself") means you can post whenever you like.
And I like your story!
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I realised a bit late that this is, in fact, a KUY. Ah, dear me, it really has been too long since I've last been here. Cue the obligatory ramble about the olden days, walking uphill both ways, children on my lawn, &c.
And, thank you! I wasn't going for anything as historically accurate as yours--which, I night say, is verh impressive--but I'm having great fun so far.
And, thank you! I wasn't going for anything as historically accurate as yours--which, I night say, is verh impressive--but I'm having great fun so far.
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