The news of King Beal Sigmund's death spread through the land like wildfire, igniting a storm of disbelief and fear across the continent of Carlradon. In the six kingdoms of Medina, Taus, Arion, Seadale, Sandars, and Velostria, the feelings of disbelief reverberated through the community. How could a king, seemingly hale and hearty on the eve of his departure, perish so abruptly?
The Murmurs grew louder, fueled by uncertainty and suspicion. The king had been a pillar of strength, a bulwark against the encroaching darkness. His absence left a gaping void, a chilling uncertainty that gripped the hearts of his people.
Adding to the growing unease was the disappearance of Prince Hugh. No one had seen the young prince since his father's departure. And where was Priestess Lysandra, his constant companion? Rumors swirled, dark and insidious, suggesting foul play.
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A council meeting was convened, a somber gathering of the great houses from across the six kingdoms. The air was thick with tension, the weight of the king's death heavy upon them.
"The boy must be dead," declared Lord Valerius, his voice booming across the chamber. "He could not have survived."
"Perhaps," countered Lady Elara, her voice laced with suspicion, "perhaps Lysandra took him. They could be anywhere."
This suggestion sent a tremor of fear through Alaric. If Hugh is still alive and with Lysandra. He remained a threat, their carefully laid plans would crumble like sand. The boy was a wild card, a symbol of hope that could ignite rebellion.
Alaric, his face a mask of icy calm, addressed the council. "The prince is no more. We must focus on securing the realm, on ensuring stability in these troubled times."
But his words rang hollow. The seeds of doubt had been sown. The disappearance of Hugh and Lysandra cast a long shadow, a chilling reminder that the darkness they sought to control might yet rise to consume them all.
End of Chapter Two.
To be continued....
