Fan Fiction ❯ The Moondiver Chronicles: Defiance ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )
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By: lucawindmover 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.03.2005 | Updated On: 02.27.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 736 | Visits: 196 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.03.2005 | Updated On: 02.27.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 736 | Visits: 196 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: For those of you who have read this before and are coming back to re-read, this chapter may seem out of order. I decided that I waited too long to introduce these characters before. So this is the new chapter three and the rest of the chapters will be renamed accordingly. Thanks.
Chapter Three
King Aubren Lavendorus Irongrip rapped his fingers impatiently on the arm of his throne as he listened to the report of his wizard, Mardolis. He loved to hear the clink of his iron fingers as they tapped the marble. Most of the time he ignored his wizard’s rambling in favor of hearing the tinny clinking of his fingers.
“Would that be satisfactory, milord?” Mardolis asked. He had paused his pacing and stood at attention before his master, shaking visibly.
King Irongrip adjusted his gaze, marveling in the affect he had over his subjects. “Repeat the question.”
Mardolis nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he cleared his throat. “Do you want us to execute the slaves that are not putting in their share? There are three women and a man who have grown too old to work at the pace they once did.”
King Irongrip mulled the words over in his mind. He could practically feel the nervousness radiating from the small, unkempt man who stood before him. “Do they have family here, Mardolis?”
Mardolis shivered at the sound of King Irongrip using his name. “Yes, milord, two of the women have children and the man has a younger sister.”
“Bring the slaves out onto the yard and have them tied to stakes. Their families can watch as they die slowly over the next few days. I believe with no food or water this should not take long.”
“Yes milord,” Mardolis replied. He awaited his master’s further instructions.
Irongrip drummed his fingers on the throne again, nearly purring with the satisfaction it gave him.
“When will my prize arrive, dear Mardolis?”
Mardolis coughed. He had hoped to escape without this question. “I have seen her in my visions, milord. She approaches soon.”
Irongrip closed his eyes and imagined the girl who haunted his dreams. She was so beautiful and so powerful and destined to give him the son he needed to rule when his own time ended. “You do not deceive me, Mardolis, though your thoughts betray something. She is closer than you let me believe, isn’t she?”
Mardolis cringed. He had let his guard down enough for Irongrip to read this thought. “Milord, you will have her before the summer ends.”
King Irongrip brought his fingertips to his mouth in a triangle. A sly grin lit his face. He thoroughly enjoyed his gift of reading the thoughts of those in his presence. No man could lie to him and live.
“Leave me, Mardolis. I wish to be alone.”
“Yes milord,” replied Mardolis as he bowed, walking backward toward the door. He exited into the hallway and made his way to his own chambers. Upon entering the drafty tower dwelling, he leaned against his door and sighed. He toiled endlessly to hid his true thoughts from his master, only allowing King Irongrip to see what Mardolis allowed him to see.
“I’m safe, for now,” murmured Mardolis as he sat at his desk and began work on his plan. He grew weary of masking himself as a hapless, trembling fool.
“The dream serum I have been making for the king has worked. He dreams of a girl who does not exist. He is falling in love with this imaginary girl. Love is the only emotion that clouds his inner eye. If I can cloud his eye long enough, I will be able to betray him,” Mardolis ran his fingers through his stringy black hair before putting his eagle feather pen to page.
Mardolis wanted absolute power. The rule King Aubren demonstrated over his subjects was nothing compared to what Mardolis dreamed.
Dreams. The betrayal of his king proved possible by manipulation of dreams. To some, dreams were sacred. To Mardolis, dreams were only a vessel.
Chapter Three
King Aubren Lavendorus Irongrip rapped his fingers impatiently on the arm of his throne as he listened to the report of his wizard, Mardolis. He loved to hear the clink of his iron fingers as they tapped the marble. Most of the time he ignored his wizard’s rambling in favor of hearing the tinny clinking of his fingers.
“Would that be satisfactory, milord?” Mardolis asked. He had paused his pacing and stood at attention before his master, shaking visibly.
King Irongrip adjusted his gaze, marveling in the affect he had over his subjects. “Repeat the question.”
Mardolis nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he cleared his throat. “Do you want us to execute the slaves that are not putting in their share? There are three women and a man who have grown too old to work at the pace they once did.”
King Irongrip mulled the words over in his mind. He could practically feel the nervousness radiating from the small, unkempt man who stood before him. “Do they have family here, Mardolis?”
Mardolis shivered at the sound of King Irongrip using his name. “Yes, milord, two of the women have children and the man has a younger sister.”
“Bring the slaves out onto the yard and have them tied to stakes. Their families can watch as they die slowly over the next few days. I believe with no food or water this should not take long.”
“Yes milord,” Mardolis replied. He awaited his master’s further instructions.
Irongrip drummed his fingers on the throne again, nearly purring with the satisfaction it gave him.
“When will my prize arrive, dear Mardolis?”
Mardolis coughed. He had hoped to escape without this question. “I have seen her in my visions, milord. She approaches soon.”
Irongrip closed his eyes and imagined the girl who haunted his dreams. She was so beautiful and so powerful and destined to give him the son he needed to rule when his own time ended. “You do not deceive me, Mardolis, though your thoughts betray something. She is closer than you let me believe, isn’t she?”
Mardolis cringed. He had let his guard down enough for Irongrip to read this thought. “Milord, you will have her before the summer ends.”
King Irongrip brought his fingertips to his mouth in a triangle. A sly grin lit his face. He thoroughly enjoyed his gift of reading the thoughts of those in his presence. No man could lie to him and live.
“Leave me, Mardolis. I wish to be alone.”
“Yes milord,” replied Mardolis as he bowed, walking backward toward the door. He exited into the hallway and made his way to his own chambers. Upon entering the drafty tower dwelling, he leaned against his door and sighed. He toiled endlessly to hid his true thoughts from his master, only allowing King Irongrip to see what Mardolis allowed him to see.
“I’m safe, for now,” murmured Mardolis as he sat at his desk and began work on his plan. He grew weary of masking himself as a hapless, trembling fool.
“The dream serum I have been making for the king has worked. He dreams of a girl who does not exist. He is falling in love with this imaginary girl. Love is the only emotion that clouds his inner eye. If I can cloud his eye long enough, I will be able to betray him,” Mardolis ran his fingers through his stringy black hair before putting his eagle feather pen to page.
Mardolis wanted absolute power. The rule King Aubren demonstrated over his subjects was nothing compared to what Mardolis dreamed.
Dreams. The betrayal of his king proved possible by manipulation of dreams. To some, dreams were sacred. To Mardolis, dreams were only a vessel.