Story:Monarchy

The war of the Ulkae Succession



Prologue
The Prince paced his room, gilded with gold and silver. In his opinion, this room did not belong to him, at least, for much longer. On his bed his wife reclined. ''I cannot trust her, or my remaining brothers, or my mystikos... ''Thought the Ulkae Prince. He had not slept for nights for fear of assassins. His guards had evidently spread tales of his insomnia among the court, causing it's own problems. It is said every time a story about you passes mouths, you can tell what people think of you by how it changes each retelling.

The new stories greatly concerned the prince's loyalists, to say the least.