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The golden rays of the morning sun bathed the stone courtyard of the castle. The air was filled with the rhythmic sound of swords clashing and the shouts of knights training, creating an atmosphere of discipline and vitality.
Seraphina stood by the stone railing, her arms crossed, watching the trainees with a calm yet sharp gaze. Beside her, Andrew leaned casually against the wall, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air.
Andrew: "The air feels different today, doesn't it, Sister? Lighter... clearer."
Seraphina: (Smiling softly) "Indeed, Andrew. It has been a long time since I felt the castle atmosphere this peaceful. No gloomy clouds hanging over the halls, no silence that feels heavy in the chest."
Andrew: "All thanks to you, Seraphina. And to the Healer's efforts. Mother... Her Majesty the Queen, she truly seems to be recovering her spirit. I went to her chambers earlier, and I saw her smiling. She even asked about the garden and wanted to walk by herself."
Seraphina's expression softened, a look of relief washing over her face. She nodded slowly.
Seraphina: "I know. I visited her before dawn. She spoke more today, her eyes are no longer empty like they used to be. The grief that weighed on her heart is finally starting to lift. It warms my heart to see her like that, Andrew. For a moment, I was truly worried that she would never be the same again."
Andrew: "She is strong, just like us. But she needed time... and care. Seeing her smile again is the best news we could ask for. Now, we just need to make sure nothing disturbs her peace again."
Seraphina: "Agreed. Her mental state is fragile but improving day by day. We must keep the castle safe and calm for her. No bad news, no worries... only good things from now on."
They fell silent for a moment, watching the knights practice their stances below. Then, Andrew's face turned slightly more serious, though still filled with excitement.
Andrew: "Speaking of important things today... Do you know where our little brother is right now?"
Seraphina: (Chuckling lightly) "How could I forget? The little lion is finally taking his first big step. Right now, he should be standing before the Judges at the entrance of the Tower Of the Kings."
Andrew: "Yes! The First Round... The Verification Stage. It is not an easy test, Sister. They will test his basic swordsmanship, his stamina, his discipline, and most importantly... his heart and resolve. Many fail here not because they lack strength, but because they lack the mental fortitude."
Seraphina: "He has trained hard for this, Andrew. Day and night, he never complained. He inherited Father's pride and your tenacity. I have seen him practice until his hands bleed, yet he never dropped his weapon. The Verification Stage... it is merely a formality for someone with his determination."
Andrew: "Hahaha, you sound so confident! But I admit, I am a little nervous myself. The Tower Of the Kings does not accept just anyone. Once you pass that gate, you are no longer a child playing with wooden swords. You are being recognized as a candidate for the Royal Guard."
Seraphina: "And he will pass. I believe in him. He wants to make us proud, just like Sir Robert and Sir Bastian did. He wants to stand beside us and protect this family and the Kingdom."
Andrew: "You are right. Let us hope the Gods watch over him today. When he returns with the mark of approval on his chest... we shall have a feast. And we will tell Mother the good news personally. It will surely make her recovery even faster."
Seraphina: "Indeed. Two good news in one day: Mother's health, and Brother's achievement. The future of Roses looks bright, Andrew."
Andrew: "It does, Sister. It truly does."
The two siblings stood side by side, gazing towards the towering spire of the Tower Of the Kings visible in the distance, filled with hope and pride for their younger brother who was fighting to prove himself.
Leaving the training grounds behind, the two siblings walked through the long, marble corridors of the castle. The atmosphere shifted instantly as they pushed open the massive, carved wooden doors of the library.
Inside, it was vast and silent. Rows upon rows of towering bookshelves stretched high up to the ceiling, filled with ancient scrolls, leather-bound tomes, and historical records dating back centuries. Dust particles danced in the beams of sunlight filtering through the tall stained-glass windows.
Seraphina: "Alright, Andrew. The information about the 'Cold North' is usually kept in the section regarding Ancient Geography and Border Conflicts. It should be around here somewhere."
Andrew: "Right. Let's split up. You check the Eastern shelves, I'll look at the Western side. Look for books with blue or white spines, usually symbolizing ice or snow."
They began their search. The library, which was previously silent, was now filled with the sounds of their movement.
SKRIIK... THUD!
The sound of heavy wooden ladders being dragged across the stone floor.
FLAP... FLAP... WHOOSH!
Pages being turned rapidly, books being pulled out and inspected, then shoved back into place.
Andrew: (Climbing up a ladder, reaching for the top shelf) "Hmm... 'The Rise of the Eastern Empire'... No. 'Chronicles of the Green Plains'... Not this one either."
BUK!
He dropped a thick book onto the table in frustration.
Seraphina: (Walking back and forth, running her fingers along the spines of the books) "Where are they... I know we have records about the frozen lands beyond the mountains. Ah! Wait a minute..."
SHHHHHHHHHUK!
She pulled a very large, heavy book from between two others. Dust flew up into the air.
Seraphina: "Achoo! Oh... this is just a map of the sea routes. Not what we need."
She placed it aside and continued pacing.
Andrew: (Now rummaging through a lower cabinet) "Sister! Come look at this! There's a section here labeled 'Extinct Civilizations'."
Seraphina: "Hurry, take it out!"
RUSTLE... RUSTLE... CLANK!
The sound of metal clasps being opened.
Andrew: "No... wait. This is about the Sunken City of Atlantis. Wrong subject."
Seraphina: sighed, wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead. She walked past the reading tables, her eyes scanning every corner.
Seraphina: "We are looking for something specific, Andrew. The Cold North... the land of eternal winter, where the savages and dark magic originate. It must be documented somewhere after the Great War."
She walked to the very back of the room, where the oldest books were kept.
SKRIIING...!!!
The sound of a heavy iron ladder being stopped abruptly.
Seraphina: "Found it! Andrew, over here! Quickly!"
Here is the translation:
They both looked extremely busy and focused. Their brows furrowed as they read the titles written in ancient languages. Occasionally, they tossed thin books to one another to be checked, or paced back and forth with quick steps, holding their chins while thinking deeply. The sound of their footsteps echoed throughout the silent room, signifying just how important the information they were searching for truly was.
Besides that, at the front desk of the library stood a beautiful woman, she looked good and very beautiful, when she heard the noise in the library she started to check what was going on It's happening inside.
Seraphina: "No, this one is about the Southern Islands! Where on earth are the records about the North?!"
Andrew: "Wait, let me check this cabinet... Ugh! It's just old tax documents! This place is a maze!"
The two siblings were so engrossed in their frantic search that they failed to notice the atmosphere changing. The silence in the library suddenly felt heavier.
...KRIEEEEK... KRIEEEEK...
The sound of old wooden floorboards creaking rhythmically echoed from the main aisle. Slow, deliberate steps. Krieeek... krieeek... The sound was getting closer, stepping right onto their tails.
Seraphina, who was holding a thick book, froze instantly. Her eyes widened.
Seraphina: (Whispering sharply) "Andrew... stop moving."
Andrew: "Not this , not... hmm... not.... Haah..Why? Did you find it?"
Seraphina: "No... Listen. Do you hear that?"
KRIEEEEK... THUD.
The footsteps stopped right behind them. The air suddenly felt freezing cold, as if the temperature in the room had dropped drastically.
Andrew slowly turned his head. His face paled. Standing there, with her arms crossed and eyes sharp as a hawk, was Mrs. Rheylen Ceraces—the Head Librarian and Royal Advisor, famously known as the strictest person in the entire castle.
Rheylen: "I have been tolerating this noise for the past ten minutes... But now, I am starting to wonder if the castle has been invaded by a herd of wild elephants, or if it is just you two."
Her voice was calm, soft, but terrifyingly sharp. Seraphina and Andrew immediately stood straight like statues, their hands trembling as they tried to quickly tidy up the scattered books.
Seraphina: "M-Mrs. Rheylen! G-Good morning! We... we were just..."
Rheylen: (Stepping closer, her long dress sweeping the floor) "Making a mess? Turning my perfectly arranged library into a pigsty? Is that what you were doing, Prince Andrew and Princess Seraphina?"
Andrew: "N-No, Ma'am! We were looking for references! We just got a bit... enthusiastic! We were about to put everything back, I swear!"
Andrew frantically stacked books, his hands shaking so much that one book almost slipped and fell.
Rheylen: "Hmph. 'Enthusiastic'. That is one way to put it. I have told you time and time again... Knowledge is sacred. It demands silence. It demands respect. Yet you two run around like children playing tag, making the floor creak and scaring the dust off the walls."
She walked past them, her high heels clicking loudly on the stone floor, inspecting the chaos they had created. Seraphina and Andrew held their breath, not daring to look her in the eye. Everyone in the castle knew: getting scolded by Rheylen was worse than facing a hungry dragon.
Rheylen: "So... tell me. What piece of history is so important that you had to turn my library upside down? And make it quick, before I decide to add extra homework to both of your schedules."
KRIEEEEK...
She leaned slightly forward, staring at them with her intimidating gaze, waiting for an answer.
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At the same time, gusts of wind hit the blue sky, emitting fresh air with each gust until the fruit fell in the garden, making the gardeners happy. Scattered to pick them up and sort them very very well.
DUKK...DUK...DUK..DUK..DUK..DUK..DUK..DUK..DUK..
The sound was so beautiful like the sound of a piano The keys are pressed quickly to produce a beautiful sound.
Gardener 1 :(Carrying more than ten gunny sacks on his shoulders) "Everyone!! Look at the apples and pears falling, let's pick them up and serve them to the King and his family this morning" While squatting on one leg, one by one they began to pick up apples and pears that had fallen from the trees.
Gardener 7 :(He looked around carefully, intending to steal some apples because he was short of money and food at home for his two younger siblings.)—"It seems like no one is watching, I might finally be able to get my two little brothers to eat"
Gardener 1 : (Wandering around excitedly to see how the other garden servants sorted the food for the needs of the royal family and others) hmm... It seems like it's already there, it's already there too,Looks like I have to go back to the front to carry this sack into the palace kitchen!? Hmm....hmmm...hm? (stopped because he saw one of the garden servants Carrying more than two gunny sacks filled with apples and pears
Gardener 7 : "I...a-oh-uh, this is really heavy for me to carry"(Sitting down weakly because he couldn't lift it)
Gardener 1 : (he approached her and started asking) Wow.... That's so cool, can I help you Kerrens? Do you need a cart or a wooden trolley? (While smiling at Kerrens)
Gardener 7 Kerrens : (A little embarrassed and scared because he took a little food for his family) N....n-no need, Mrs. Claura, I can do it myself, here I'll use a rope hehehe...hehe....(While tying the three sacks together and started dragging them to bring them inside)
Gardener 1 Claura : (It seems like he really needs help, but I can't do as I please because there are many eyes here who don't like someone who wasn't raised in the kingdom) "Okay Kerrens, hurry up
You don't have much time hahaha....."
After the garden servants finished carrying almost 20 sacks of apples and pears, they started to clean up the dry leaves that were like dust that had stuck to the front yard of the princes' playground and the palace princess.
One of those who cleaned it was Kerrens, he was a new servant who was recruited from a small area because he had the ability to clean and tidy up quite well It's amazing to waste such a small area.
Here is the continuation of the story:
Location: The Royal Grand Library
Time: Mid-Morning
Rheylen: "So... tell me. What piece of history is so important that you had to turn my library upside down? And make it quick, before I decide to add extra homework to both of your schedules."
KRIEEEEK...
She leaned slightly forward, staring at them with her intimidating gaze, waiting for an answer.
Seraphina and Andrew exchanged nervous glances. The air felt heavy. They knew they couldn't lie to her; Mrs. Rheylen saw and knew everything.
Seraphina: (Taking a deep breath, straightening her posture) "W-We are looking for historical records, Mrs. Rheylen. Specifically... regarding the 'Cold North'."
Andrew: "Yes! We need to know everything about it. The lands, the people, the history... anything written about that frozen territory. We searched everywhere, but the titles are written in such old script, we couldn't recognize them!"
Rheylen remained silent for a moment, her expression unreadable. She slowly straightened up, smoothing her long, elegant dress.
Rheylen: "Cold North... I see. So, curiosity finally brought you here. You two really are children of the King."
She turned around and walked calmly toward a very high, dark shelf located in the most hidden corner of the room—the Restricted Section.
Seraphina: "M-Ma'am? You know where it is?"
Rheylen: "Know? Child, I placed these books there myself decades ago. You were looking for them in the wrong section. You were looking among geography books, but the history of the North belongs to the Chronicles of War and A Barrier."
CREAK... THUD!
Rheylen effortlessly pulled a heavy, iron-bound ladder and climbed it with grace. She reached out to the very back, between two towering shelves, and pulled out a single, massive book.
The book was bound in dark blue leather, embossed with silver patterns that looked like swirling snow and ice. It looked ancient, yet perfectly preserved. She descended the ladder and held the book out in front of her.
Rheylen: "Here it is. 'The History of Cold Chronicles: Legends of Northern Wastes and the Great Barrier'."
She handed the heavy book to them. Andrew caught it with both hands, his eyes wide in awe.
Andrew: "W-Woah... This is it! This is exactly what we need! The cover... it looks so mysterious!"
Rheylen: (Crossing her arms, a faint smirk appearing on her lips) "Of course it is. This book contains everything you seek. Maps of the tundra, records of the tribes, and the truth behind the eternal winter. But remember..."
Her voice turned serious and sharp again.
Rheylen: "Knowledge is power, but it is also a heavy burden. Read it carefully. And this time... clean up after yourselves. If I find even one book out of place when I return, I will personally ensure you both memorize every single page of this book by heart. Understood?"
Seraphina & Andrew: "Y-Yes, Mrs. Rheylen!! Thank you very much!!"
Rheylen turned on her heel and walked away, her steps elegant and commanding, leaving the two siblings staring at the mysterious book in their hands, finally holding the key to the secrets they were chasing.
Here is the continuation of the story:
Location: The Main Gate of the Kingdom of Roses
Time: Mid-Morning
YAAAAWN...
Sir Gareth, the guard stationed at the main gate, stretched his arms wide. The morning sun was warm, making his eyelids feel heavy. He leaned lazily against his spear, his vision slightly blurred by drowsiness.
Suddenly, a dark blur streaked across the sky, moving at incredible speed. It landed gracefully on the wooden post of the Royal Messenger Box right in front of him.
Sir Gareth rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dreaming. He stepped closer and looked carefully.
It was the Royal Messenger Hawk. But what made his blood run cold was not the bird itself, but the color of the silk rope tied to its leg.
Bright, vivid RED.
Sir Gareth's face instantly turned pale as paper. His sleepy eyes widened in absolute horror. He knew exactly what that signal meant.
Green Rope = Safe, Messenger is alive and well.
Blue Rope = Delayed, but safe.
Red Rope = MISSION FAILED. THE MESSENGER IS DEAD.
"NO WAY, AAAAAAHHHH!!!"
Without thinking twice, Sir Gareth turned around and sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him toward the Main Castle. He ran through the courtyard, his heavy armor clanking loudly, his voice tearing through the peaceful morning air.
Sir Gareth:"HOLY F*CK IT IS RED ROPPEEE!!!... ROOPPEE!!... REDD ROOPPPEE!!!"
The shout was loud, desperate, and filled with dread. It echoed like thunder throughout the entire kingdom.
In the Royal Garden...
The gardeners stopped working. The maids who were arranging flowers dropped their baskets. The air instantly turned stiff and cold.
In the Hall of Advisors...
The High Counselors who were discussing state affairs suddenly went silent. Their cups trembled in their hands. They looked at each other, fear visible in their eyes.
"REEEEDDD ROOPPPEEE..." whispered one advisor. "Someone important has fallen..."
Back in the Grand Library...
Seraphina and Andrew were just about to open the ancient book given by Mrs. Rheylen. Their fingers were already touching the cold leather cover.
"REEDD ROOPPEEE!!!... REEEED ROOPPEE!!..."
The sound pierced through the thick walls of the library, clear and terrifying.
THUD!
The book almost slipped from Andrew's hands. Seraphina froze, her body stiffening as if struck by lightning.
Andrew: "W-What... did he just shout?"
Seraphina: (Voice trembling) "Red Rope... It means... the messenger... didn't make it."
Mrs. Rheylen, who was about to leave, stopped dead in her tracks. Her usually calm and sharp expression crumbled instantly. Her hand gripped the edge of the table tightly until her knuckles turned white.
Rheylen: "No... It can't be..."
She turned around slowly, looking at the two siblings with eyes filled with shock and unease.
Rheylen: "That signal... It is only used by Sir Robert and His deputy Sir Bastian. They are the only ones authorized to use the Red Rope protocol."
Seraphina: "Sir Robert...?"
Andrew: "B-But he was only going to negotiate! He promised he would come back! Red Rope means... means..."
He couldn't finish his sentence. The meaning was too heavy to bear.
Rheylen: (Taking a deep breath, trying to stay composed but her voice shaking) "It means... Sir Robert and Sir Bastian... They are gone. They died in the line of duty. And this bird... carries their last will and testament."
The library, which was just moments ago filled with the noise of searching, was now dead silent. Only the sound of their heavy breathing and the distant echo of the guard's shout remained, hanging in the air like a death sentence.
HUFF... HUFF... HUFF...
Sir Gareth arrived at the massive double doors of the King's Hall, gasping for air, his chest heaving up and down violently. Sweat poured down his face, mixing with the dust from his run. Without wasting a second, he slammed the heavy iron knocker against the wood.
Sir Gareth: "OPEN THE GATE!! OPEN THE GATE IMMEDIATELY!!"
The Royal Guards standing at attention were startled by his frantic state.
Guard Captain: "Halt! Sir Gareth! What is the meaning of this commotion?! You cannot just burst in like this!"
Sir Gareth: (Holding the wooden post with the hawk tightly, his hand shaking) "I MUST SEE HIS MAJESTY! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY OF THE HIGHEST ORDER! THE RED ROPE... THE RED ROPE HAS ARRIVED!!"
"WHAT?!"
The Guard Captain's face turned pale instantly. He knew the gravity of those words. Without asking further, he immediately signaled his men.
Guard Captain: "Open the doors! Let him pass! Inform the King immediately!"
The terrifying shout of "RED ROPE" had acted like a shockwave spreading throughout the entire castle.
From the gardens, the servants and handmaidens stopped their work. They whispered to each other, fear evident in their eyes.
"Did you hear that? Red Rope..."
"Who could it be? Not someone from the Royal Family, I hope..."
From the Hall of Advisors, the wise old men walked out with hurried steps, their robes dragging on the floor. They gathered in the corridor outside the Grand Hall, discussing in hushed but panicked tones.
Advisor 1: "Impossible... The negotiation was supposed to be peaceful. Is this true, or is it enemy trickery?"
Advisor 2: "Why would they use the Royal Hawk if it was a trick? The signal is clear... The messenger has fallen. This is their last will."
Advisor 3: "But who...? Sir Robert? Sir Bastian? They are the strongest among us..."
Uncertainty and anxiety filled the air. No one dared to believe it, yet the evidence was too strong.
Meanwhile...
From the direction of the Library, two figures walked with heavy steps.
Seraphina and Andrew.
They did not run. They walked slowly, but their eyes were filled with determination and a terrifying anxiety. They held hands tightly, drawing strength from one another, stepping closer to the place where the truth would be revealed.
Andrew: (Voice low and firm) "Whatever happens inside there, Sister... we stay strong. We face it together."
Seraphina: (Nodding, though her heart was pounding wildly) "Yes, Andrew. But deep down... I have a very bad feeling. My chest feels so tight..."
They arrived at the crowd gathering in front of the Grand Hall. Everyone turned to look at them, making way for the Prince and Princess with respectful but sorrowful eyes.
The heavy oak doors creaked open slowly. Sir Gareth stepped inside, his breathing still ragged, holding the wooden perch with the royal hawk tightly in his trembling hands.
The room was grand and imposing. Massive pillars stood tall, and the air smelled of old paper, expensive incense, and authority.
At the far end of the room, standing with his back turned to everyone, was King Erico Roses. He was staring silently at a gigantic, magnificent painting hanging on the wall—a portrait of the late Queen, their beloved mother, painted in her most glorious days. He seemed to be lost in thought, finding peace in that image.
Seated around the long oval table were the highest figures of the Kingdom:
- Three Great Generals, clad in polished armor, their faces stern and watchful.
- Two Chief Advisors, including Mrs. Rheylen, who had arrived earlier, holding their scrolls with serious expressions.
Sir Gareth walked forward until he reached the center of the crimson carpet. Then, he dropped to his knees, bowing his head low until his forehead almost touched the floor.
Sir Gareth: "Your Majesty... Long live the King!"
King Erico slowly turned around. His face was calm, yet his eyes held the weight of the world. He looked at the guard, then his gaze fell upon the bird.
King Erico: "Raise your head, Sir Gareth. Why do you burst in here with such haste? And why... does that bird look so weary?"
Sir Gareth lifted his head, his face pale and filled with dread. He held up the bird's leg, pointing at the silk ribbon tied there.
Sir Gareth: "Forgive me, Your Majesty... But look at this! This is not an ordinary delivery! This is..."
King Erico: (His eyes narrowed, focusing on the color) "...The Red String."
The entire room went dead silent. The Generals straightened their backs instantly. The Advisors exchanged horrified glances.
General 1: "Red Rope? Impossible! That protocol is only used when the envoy has fallen in the line of duty!"
Sir Gareth: "T-That is correct, I found this bird landing at the main gate, exhausted and barely alive. It carries documents... and the message is clear: The Mission Failed. The Messenger is Dead."
King Erico took a step forward. His hands clenched into fists at his sides.
King Erico: "Who...? Who was assigned to this mission?"
Sir Gareth: "I-It White seal of the Northern Sword and Blue Waves Of Eastern Sword , Your Majesty. It is... Sir Robert and Sir Bastian."
THUD!
One of the Advisors dropped his quill pen. The sound echoed loudly in the silent room.
Advisor: "Sir Robert...? But he is our strongest swordsman! He went there only to negotiate!"
General 2: "Cowards! They must have broken the truce! They ambushed him!"
King Erico did not shout. He did not rage. Instead, an eerie calmness washed over him, but his eyes turned cold as ice. He walked slowly toward Sir Gareth and extended his hand.
King Erico: "Give it to me. Hand me the last words of my knight."
Sir Gareth carefully untied the scroll and the small letter attached to the hawk's leg, then presented them with both hands, still kneeling.
Sir Gareth: "Here... Here is the copy of the treaty, and... his final letter, Your Majesty."
King Erico took the parchment. His fingers traced the wax seal that was stained with what looked like dark spots—perhaps dirt, or perhaps something far more tragic.
He broke the seal and began to read.
As his eyes scanned the words written by Sir Robert's hand, the King's expression slowly changed. His jaw tightened, and a single tear, which he tried so hard to hold back, finally rolled down his cheek, cutting through his royal dignity.
King Erico: (Whispering softly) "...'We fought until the end. Long live the Kingdom of Roses...'"
He looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep, shaky breath to compose himself before turning to his men.
King Erico: "My Generals... My Advisors..."
His voice was low, but it carried a command that shook the very foundation of the room.
King Erico: "Sir Robert and Sir Bastian... have passed away. They died as heroes, securing the treaty even at the cost of their lives. This blood... will not be spilled in vain."
King Erico stood frozen, holding the letter in his trembling hands. His eyes slowly drifted away from the parchment, moving toward the largest painting hanging on the wall opposite him.
It was not the portrait of the Queen this time.
It was a masterpiece depicting a battlefield from decades ago. In the painting, three figures stood back-to-back, covered in dust and blood, yet smiling with pride.
Young Prince Erico, holding the Royal Sword high.
Young Robert, with his wild hair and fierce eyes.
Young Bastian, laughing loudly despite his wounds.
FLASHBACK - ECHOES IN HIS MIND
The sound of wind howling... the clash of steel... the sound of youthful laughter.
[Voice of Young Robert in his memory]:
"Hahaha! Look at them run, Prince Erico! With you leading us, and Bastian guarding our backs, not even a thousand soldiers can stop us!"
[Voice of Young Bastian in his memory]:
"Of course! We are the Three Wings of Roses! We promised, didn't we? We will fight together, grow old together, and rule this kingdom side by side until our hair turns white!"
[Voice of Young Erico in his memory]:
"Yes! Brothers forever! No matter what happens, we will never leave each other behind!"
PRESENT TIME
...Drip...
A single tear fell from King Erico's eye, hitting the parchment with a soft sound.
...Drip...
Another one followed. But quickly, he raised his hand and wiped his face roughly. He took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing his expression to harden again.
He was the King. He was the pillar of the Kingdom of Roses. He could not collapse. He could not scream in agony or fall to his knees like a commoner, no matter how much his heart was being shredded into pieces.
His two brothers... his partners in crime... his sworn brothers... were gone. Just like that. The promise of growing old together... broken forever.
King Erico: (Voice low, hoarse, and strained) "...You promised me..."
He gripped the letter until his knuckles turned white and the paper crumpled.
King Erico: "You promised we would die together when we were old... Yet you left me here... alone... carrying this heavy crown..."
The atmosphere in the room was suffocatingly heavy. The three Generals lowered their heads, unable to bear seeing their King in such pain. The two Advisors held their breath, tears welling up in their own eyes.
General 1: (Whispering softly to the others) "Look at His Majesty's eyes... He is breaking inside, but he forces himself to stay standing..."
Advisor: "That is the burden of a King, Sir. He must swallow his own grief to keep the nation standing."
King Erico turned his back to them, facing the painting once more. He looked at the young faces of Robert and Bastian, smiling so brightly in the canvas.
King Erico: "Rest well, my brothers... You have done your duty as perfect knights. Now... leave the rest to me."
He straightened his posture, lifting his chin high. The grief was still there, burning like fire in his chest, but he locked it deep inside. He turned around again, and this time, his face was the face of a Ruler—cold, calm, and terrifyingly determined.
King Erico: "Bring my children here. Seraphina... Andrew, and One Person who life with Sir Bastian , her name is Kerrens Bluehost Let them hear the last words of their heroes. And prepare the Royal Carriage... We are going to the North."
His voice echoed, firm and unshakable, masking the ocean of sorrow hidden beneath.
The atmosphere outside the thick wooden doors was chaotic yet tense. Whispers spread like wildfire among the crowd of guards, servants, and officials gathered there. No one knew exactly what was happening inside, but the heavy silence that occasionally leaked out was scarier than any scream.
Servant 1: "Did you hear? The Red Rope! It really is the Red Rope signal!"
Servant 2: "Who is it? Please, don't let it be someone from the Royal Family..."
Guard: "Rumors say... it was Sir Robert and Sir Bastian. They say they were ambushed during the negotiation!"
Noble: "Impossible! Those two are legends! How could they fall? Is this true or just enemy propaganda?!"
Advisor: "The King hasn't come out yet. His Majesty is reading the last letter... The atmosphere inside... it feels like death itself has entered the castle."
Fear and confusion filled the air. Everyone was talking at once, guessing, worrying, and praying that the news was wrong.
In the middle of the crowd...
Seraphina and Andrew stood side by side, trying to stay calm, but their faces were pale. They could hear the murmurs all around them, and every word felt like a needle pricking their hearts.
Andrew: (Clenching his fists, voice trembling slightly) "Sister... look at their faces. They all look like they've seen a ghost. The rumors... they are saying Sir Robert and Sir Bastian..."
Seraphina: (Putting a hand on Andrew's shoulder, squeezing it firmly) "Don't listen to them, Andrew. Not yet. We don't know the truth until Father tells us personally."
But even as she said that, her own voice shook. She took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall.
Seraphina: "But... my heart feels so heavy. Why is it taking so long inside? If it was just a simple report, Father would have come out by now. Oh gods... please... let them be safe..."
Andrew: "I know... I feel it too. That painting... the one of the three of them... Father always looks at it when he misses the old days. If he is reading a letter from them now..."
Andrew couldn't finish his sentence. The realization was too painful to speak aloud. They held hands tightly, finding strength in each other's presence, waiting anxiously for the doors to open again.
Meanwhile, near the pillar...
Kerrens, the new young servant who was still new to all the royal protocols, was feeling extremely curious. He didn't understand the gravity of the "Red Rope" or who Sir Robert was exactly, but seeing everyone panicking made his curiosity burn even hotter.
He squeezed his small body through the gaps between the guards, tiptoeing and straining his ears to catch every word.
Kerrens: (Whispering to an older servant) "Uncle... Uncle! What's really going on? Why is everyone shouting 'Red Rope'? Is there a fire?"
Older Servant: "(Hush! Be quiet, boy! This is not a joke! It means a great hero has died!)"
Kerrens: "E-Eh?! Died? Who? The big knight with the big sword?"
He moved again, eavesdropping on another group.
Kerrens: "Wow... so they fought hundreds of people alone? And they won but died? That's so cool... I mean—uh, I mean, that's so sad!"
He didn't mean to be disrespectful; he was just overwhelmed by the dramatic situation. He peeked through the gaps in the crowd, looking at the closed doors of the King's room with wide, confused eyes, trying to piece together the tragic story from the fragments of conversation he heard.
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CREEEEEAAAAK...!!!
The heavy double doors finally opened wide. The sound was slow and heavy, as if it was dragging the weight of the entire world.
Silence instantly fell over the crowd. Everyone held their breath, staring at the figure standing in the doorway. It was Sir Kaelen, the Royal Herald, his face pale and his expression grave.
He stepped forward, clearing his throat, and his voice echoed clearly across the hall.
Sir Kaelen: "By the order of His Majesty, King Erico Roses... I hereby summon..."
He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the crowd until they found who he was looking for.
Sir Kaelen: "...Prince Andrew Roses and Princess Seraphina Roses! Please step forward and enter immediately. There are matters of utmost importance that require your presence."
Seraphina and Andrew exchanged one last look. Their hearts were pounding like drums. They took a deep breath, straightened their backs, and walked slowly toward the open doors, stepping into the room where their father was waiting.
But Sir Kaelen did not finish yet. He looked down at his scroll again, and called out another name.
Sir Kaelen: "And also... Kerrens Bluehost!"
The name echoed. Kerrens, who was hiding behind a pillar trying to eavesdrop, jumped in shock.She pointed at his own chest with a confused face.
Kerrens: "M-Me?! Kerrens Bluehost?"
Sir Kaelen: "Yes! You are a servant assigned to the Royal Garden, correct? His Majesty orders you to come inside as well. There is something you need to know and something you must do."
The crowd whispered. Everyone looked at Kerrens with eyes filled with pity and sorrow, but the poor girl was still clueless. She scratched his head, completely bewildered.
Kerrens: "W-What? Me? But... I just clean the leaves and water the flowers... Why would the King want to see me?"
She looked around, seeing everyone making way for him. Some maids were already wiping tears from their eyes, looking at him with such sadness.
Kerrens: (Thinking to himself) "Did I do something wrong? Did I break a vase? Or... wait! Is it because Sir Bastian promised to recommend me for something? Oh right! He said he would talk to the King about me becoming an official trainee!"
A silly, happy smile almost appeared on his face. He thought Sir Bastian had told the King good things about him. He imagined his beloved, Sir Bastian, was already inside waiting to tease him.
Kerrens: "Hehe... That Bastian... always making surprises."
He adjusted his messy clothes, took a deep breath, and walked into the large room with small, nervous steps. He looked around, expecting to see the tall figure of his lover standing there with that warm, big smile.
But the room was dead silent. The air was cold. And the faces of everyone inside... looked like they were mourning.
Kerrens stopped in the middle of the room, still smiling faintly, still unaware that the man he loved, the man he was going to marry, would never come back to hold his hand again
King Erico stood tall behind his large desk, his expression calm yet unreadable. He looked at his three children—Seraphina, Andrew, and the confused Kerrens—standing before him.
King Erico: "Children... I have called you here not only to share grief, but also to entrust you with a great legacy. There is bad news, and there is also good news."
He paused, his eyes softening as he looked at Seraphina and Andrew.
King Erico: "The bad news is something you already feel in your hearts. Sir Robert and Sir Bastian... have fallen. They are no longer with us."
Seraphina bit her lower lip, her eyes glistening. Andrew lowered his head, gripping his own hands tightly. The reality was finally spoken aloud, and it hurt more than ever.
King Erico: "But the good news is... their strength, their spirit, and their weapons shall not be buried. From today onwards..."
The King signaled to the guards, who brought forward two magnificent swords resting on velvet cushions. One was massive and sharp, the other elegant yet heavy.
King Erico: "...Seraphina, you shall inherit the sword of Sir Robert, 'The Crimson Cleaver'. It represents strength and unyielding protection."
Seraphina: (Stepping forward, her voice trembling) "I... I accept this honor with gratitude, Father. I will wield it with pride."
King Erico: "And Andrew, you shall receive the sword of Sir Bastian, 'The Guardian's Will'. It represents loyalty and the heart of a true knight."
Andrew: (Taking the sword with both hands, feeling its weight) "I swear... I will not let this blade down. I will become as strong as he was."
After the ceremony of inheritance, the King shifted his tone to business matters, discussing the future of the Kingdom now that two great pillars were gone.
King Erico: "Now, listen carefully. Their positions must be filled, and their duties continued.
Seraphina: "Yes, Father?"
King Erico: "Seraphina, besides your new weapon, I want you to take charge of the Royal Library and the Training Grounds. Ensure the knowledge is preserved and the young knights train harder than ever. Mrs. Rheylen will assist you."
Seraphina: "Understood, Father. I will make the library organized and the training ground full of strong warriors."
King Erico: "Andrew, you are responsible for the security of the Castle Walls and the Royal Gardens. Ensure everything is in order, and the beauty of Roses is maintained."
Andrew: "Consider it done, Father. I will guard every inch of this land."
The King then turned his gaze towards Kerrens, who was still standing there awkwardly, clutching his cleaning cloth.
Kerrens: (Whispering to himself) "Hmm... maybe I'm not needed here. I should just go back to watering the plants..."
He was about to take a step back when King Erico's deep voice called out, stopping him in his tracks.
King Erico: "Kerrens Bluehost... Step forward."
Kerrens jumped slightly, then walked quickly to the center of the room, bowing deeply.
Kerrens: "Y-Yes, Your Majesty! I am here!"
King Erico looked at him, and for a moment, a faint, gentle smile appeared on his face.
King Erico: "Sir Bastian... spoke very highly of you. He told me about your dedication, your care, and how you treat every plant in the garden like your own child."
Kerrens: (Eyes lighting up, cheeks blushing slightly) "Ehehe... Did Sir Bastian really say that? He's always been so kind to me..."
King Erico: "Indeed. He wanted you to be the Head Gardener and take care of his favorite flowers. From today, the Royal Garden is under your full care. Tend to it with love, as he would have."
Kerrens: "WAAAAH!! Really?! Head Gardener?! I promise, Your Majesty! I will work harder than anyone! I will make the garden so beautiful that Sir Bastian will be surprised when he comes back! Hehehe!"
Kerrens was beaming with happiness. He imagined Bastian returning, patting his head, and praising his work. His heart was filled with warmth and joy.
But...
That warmth lasted only for a second.
King Erico's expression suddenly hardened. The smile vanished completely, replaced by a look of unbearable pain. The air in the room... suddenly turned freezing cold.
It felt as if a harsh winter wind had blown straight from the North, piercing through the thick stone walls and stabbing directly into everyone's chest.
King Erico: (Voice low, heavy, and trembling slightly)
"...However...
You must know the truth.
Sir Bastian... and Sir Robert...
They will not be coming back."
...Silence.
The happiness on Kerrens' face froze instantly. His smile was still there, but his eyes went wide, empty, and confused.
King Erico: "On their way back from the Kingdom of Darken... they were ambushed. They fought bravely... they defeated their enemies... but they paid the ultimate price.
Sir Robert and Sir Bastian... have fallen. They are gone forever."
SHHHHHHHHH...
The cold wind seemed to howl inside their hearts.
Andrew: (His body shook violently, gripping the sword hilt until his knuckles turned white) "No... No... Father... please... don't say it like that..."
Seraphina: (Her legs gave way, she had to lean on the table, tears flowing uncontrollably) "They promised... they promised they would return... Why... why did it have to end like this..."
And then... there was Kerrens.
He stood still like a statue. The news hit him harder than any physical blow. His mind tried to reject it. 'Head Gardener...' 'He spoke highly of me...' Those words were sweet, but the meaning behind them was a nightmare.
Kerrens: "H-He... won't come back...?"
Tears welled up so fast they spilled over instantly. The warmth in his heart was replaced by an agonizing emptiness. The reality slowly sank in, freezing his very soul.
The man she loved, the man she was going to marry, was never coming home.
She finally collapsed to his knees, crying uncontrollably. The pain was too much to bear. A young servant Girl who had found love in a great knight, now had his world crumbled in just a few minutes.
King Erico walked over and placed his hand heavily on Kerrens' shoulder, then looked at his own children.
King Erico: "Cry... Cry as much as you want. Today, we are not royals or masters. We are just people who lost everything we held dear. But remember this..."
He looked up, his eyes burning with determination despite the tears.
King Erico: "Their blood... their sacrifice... will not be forgotten. We will live on. We will carry their names in our hearts. And one day... we will make those responsible pay for this."
The room was filled only with the sound of weeping, a mournful melody for the fallen heroes.
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A few days later , When night is very dark,the moon was high in the sky, casting a pale, silver light over the sleeping Kingdom of Roses. But inside the castle, the lights were still on, burning late into the night.
Inside the Main Hall...
Seraphina and Andrew sat on the floor, surrounded by candles, colorful fabrics, and art supplies. They were creating something special to honor the memories of their fallen heroes.
Andrew: (Carefully painting a red rose on a black banner) "I want Sir Bastian's symbol to be bright... just like his smile. He was always so warm and full of energy."
Seraphina: (Weaving a wreath of silver leaves) "And for Sir Robert... something strong and sharp, yet elegant. He was like a mountain... unmovable and protective."
They worked in silence, their hands moving skillfully, but their eyes were red and swollen. Occasionally, a tear would drop onto the canvas or the fabric they were working on.
Seraphina: (Whispering softly) "Do you think they can see us from up there?"
Andrew: (Sniffing, wiping his eyes quickly) "I'm sure they can... They would probably scold us for being too sad, and tell us to stand tall like true Roses."
Seraphina: "Hehe... yes... Sir Robert would definitely say, 'Wipe those tears, Princess! A warrior does not cry!'"
They smiled faintly through their pain, trying to remember the good times. They created poems, drew portraits, and prepared everything for the memorial, pouring all their love and grief into their art.
Meanwhile... Near the Royal Garden...
Far away from the warmth of the castle lights, in a small, simple room located right next to the garden walls, the atmosphere was completely different.
It was dark, cold, and deadly silent.
Kerrens was there. She had locked the door from the inside the moment She returned. She didn't eat. She didn't drink. She just sat in the corner of his small bed, hugging her knees tightly.
The reality was like a heavy stone crushing his chest. The words "He is gone forever" kept repeating in her mind like a broken record.
...Hic... Hic...
Soft sobs could be heard from inside the room.
Kerrens: "Bastian... why...? Why did you leave me...?"
She buried his face deeper between her knees. Her body trembled non-stop. The Girl who was usually so energetic and cheerful, always humming while working, was now completely shut down.
Kerrens: "You said... you'd come back... You said you loved me... You liar... You big liar..."
She punched the mattress weakly, his voice breaking into a wail.
Kerrens: "I don't want to be Head Gardener alone!!! I want YOU to come see the flowers!!! I want YOU to hold my hand again!!! BASTIANNN!!!"
Her shout echoed in the small room, but it was muffled by the thick walls, sounding lonely and heartbreaking.
Outside her window, the wind blew gently, rustling the leaves of the trees in the garden—the very garden he was now responsible for. But Kerrens didn't care. She pulled the blanket over his head, wanting to disappear from the world, wanting to block out everything that reminded him that her love was never coming back.
Hours passed. The candle in his room melted down completely, leaving only darkness and the sound of quiet weeping, filling the night with sorrow.
Deep beneath the castle, far away from the sleeping chambers and the quiet grief of the family, lay the most secret and secure place in the entire Kingdom of Roses.
The Underground Training Hall.
The air here was thick, smelling of steel, oil, and old stone. Torches burned with a dim, orange flame, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. The sound of dripping water echoed rhythmically... Drip... Drop... Drip... Drop... creating an eerie atmosphere.
In the center of the vast room, King Erico stood with his back turned, looking at a massive map of the continent painted on the stone floor.
Standing before him, with heads bowed and hands clasped, were the three greatest Generals of the Realm:
- General Torun - The Iron Wall.
- General Aeron - The Golden Sword.
- General Ozur - The Magic Eye.
The atmosphere was heavy, cold, and filled with suppressed rage.
King Erico: (Voice low and calm, but terrifyingly cold)
"You all know why I called you here at this hour. You know what happened today."
General Torun: (Stepping forward, his voice trembling with anger)
"Your Majesty... My heart breaks for the loss of Sir Robert and Sir Bastian. They were our brothers-in-arms. But what those Darken dogs did... breaking the truce, attacking during peace talks... That is the most despicable act in history!"
King Erico: (Turning around slowly, his eyes glowing with fury)
"Despicable indeed. They smiled at Robert and Bastian, shook their hands, and then stabbed them in the back the moment they turned away. They are not warriors... they are scavengers. They are cowards wearing crowns."
He slammed his fist onto the stone table.
BAM!!!
The sound echoed like thunder, making the torches flicker.
King Erico: "They think that by killing my right and left hand, Roses will tremble and fall? They think I am alone?!"
General Ozur: "Never, Your Majesty! We are still here! Our blades are still sharp! Give us the order, and we will march tonight! We will raze Darken to the ground!"
King Erico: "Calm yourself, Orion. Rage is good, but we need strategy.
They wanted a war... and now, they shall have one. But not the war they want. The war WE will give them."
The King pointed his finger at the map, specifically at the border area.
King Erico: "Listen carefully to my or I want you to mobilize the Scout Units. Find every single trace of those assassins. Find out who exactly gave the order. I want names. I want faces."
General Aeron: "Understood, Your Majesty! I will not sleep until I have their heads on a platter!"
King Erico: "General Torun - Strengthen the borders. Triple the guards. Close all trade routes with Darken immediately. Let them freeze in their own cold land. No grain, no goods, nothing enters or leaves."
General Torun: "Consider it done, Sire. The Iron Wall will be impenetrable."
King Erico: "And General Ozur..."
The King looked at his strongest warrior with a deadly smile.
King Erico: "Start forging new weapons. Call every able knight. Train them harder than ever before. Because very soon... we will not be negotiating anymore.
We will be coming to collect... Their Head."
SHING!!!
All three Generals unsheathed their swords slightly, letting the steel ring out in agreement, then slammed their fists against their chests.
All Generals: "FOR THE KINGDOM! FOR THE FALLEN HEROES! DEATH TO DARKEN!!!"
After that, they left the room one by one, while King Erico Roses looked at the map showing the Roses region and the photo frame he was wearing around his neck, namely a photo of Sir Bastian , Photo with him during his downfall
GRRR....F*CK*NG BASTARD
Then he left the room, before leaving he stuck the map on the Mapping of 4 countries, then
SWINGGG.....JLEEB.....
He threw a small dagger towards the Darken kingdom.
The roar of the warriors shook the very foundation of the castle, a promise of vengeance that would soon be fulfilled.
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