Thy King Has Fled

by Bro Dash

Rating: everyone
Tags: Anthro, Adventure
Length: 561

A king leaves his castle, his home, and kingdom, all to save himself from a horrid fate brought about by his own subjects. Only to return later to reclaim the throne that would have been usurped.

The whispers were heard, the messages seen, and so, the king himself flees from his castle, home, and kingdom. Leaving behind his wife to be remvoed from power, and his daughters removed from royalty, turned into the penniless. Forced to leave hom as well to find refuge elsewhere.

And where was he, the king? Ruler of the land he left? Soon to return, he vowed. Soon.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-19 20:49:57 UTC

Prologue - Thy King Leaves

The church bells rang as the stallion had ordered, every subject called to council as he took the stage. He flaunted his royal regalia, recently fitted for him, and even donned his new crown, leisurely, though, as he took the center.

"Your king has left you.", he began, motioning to the nearby guards. They brought about a mare and her daughter, nearly a young mare herself. "And here, he left his wife, his heir. No more. They are but commoners now. What they wear is all they ahve of value. Not a penny to their name. Let them go. They can live wherever they please. If they have the money."

Both the old queen and her heir were let free.

"I am your new king.", he motioned with his hand to the audience. "And unlike the coward before, I will not abandon you without warning, or marry a commoner mare into royalty unfairly.", he glared at the old queen. "No hasty or secretive marriages. I won't fail in battle where he has. And I can assure you all, above all else, that I do not accept some crimes. People who break the law. Bring harm to others. Make others suffer. They are not to be met with exhile. No. Execution. Remember this.", he gazed over the crowd before turning and taking his leave. What was last seen of him was his cape flowing outwards behind him in the twirl.

Amorous Rose and White Paladin were immediately offered refuge by those that were there. Commoners, the poor, the homeless and beggars, even. The rich were especially generous. Their house is open to them, no matter what. Thanks were handed out left and right, and a good set of friends chosen to live with. But what was on their minds the most was...the king who had left. They hadn't even known he left until both were taken from their meals as they ate their dinner at noon. Now, they've been thrown out like street rats. Oh, where is their king?

It was a hard choice. But something had to be done when the golden door refused to open. Yet another indicator of many. The secret was kept in a sloppy manor, so the king himself knew immediately. From the whispers passed to his subjects that guarded him, the secrets he found passing through his castle walls. His knowledge on the matter was kept secret, and he was given that much longer to escape while he had the chance. So, from the very door that required his blood to open, he left to his balcony, donned his regalia flight gear - an outfit of crimson trimmed with gold - and...left. His last words spoken were as goes.

"I'll be back soon from this quick errand. Going meet an old friend of mine."

With that, he spread his massive wings and took off into the sunrise. It's a little more than a quarter of a day alter, and he were still flying. Now, he'd gotten into the jet stream, and he rode the warm updraft. All he had to do was keep his wings open. He passe through the land peninsula that marked gryphon territory, then right back out into the unclaimed wilderness. Past the rolling forests and closer to the mountains and volcanoes respectively. Here be dragons.