It was a glum day in Adiart. The sky was a bland grey , filled with clouds pouring rain onto the earth. The rain splashed everywhere over the city, drenching all the citizens who decided to be out, and their possessions too.
Droplets of rain appeared on the window. The stained glass window in the throne room of Castle Adiart, the home of the Blue Dragon, a faction known by everyone for it’s amazing defences and influence. it’s entire legacy told on this one window.
And the King, Leonard Lionheart observed, absentmindedly. This was a familiar routine to him, to step off his throne to admire the window behind, and the distorted view of the kingdom behind that. It was a perfect view for him, encompassing much of Adiart in one view. He smiled as he looked around at the peaceful land, even less active due to the weather.
Focusing back on the stained window, he saw an image of a valiant knight, high and mighty, his sword raised. The king instinctively mimicked the pose with a chuckle, but then realising where it pointed at.
The throne. A throne that he didn’t deserve. A place where he shouldn’t be. A civilisation he shouldn’t need to run. But a land he must rule over, no less. Leonard sighed, and left the room.
Outside the throne room, he saw his son, Lars. Seeing his father, he quickly rushed over to say something, but his father dismissed him before he could speak a word.
“Leave me be. I’m going for a walk. Tell the guards and nobles I want to go alone, for once. I will be back… just. Leave me be.”
Lars reluctantly nodded and rushed off.
The king sighed and headed down stairs to exit the castle. He did not care to take anything to shelter himself against the rain, for he just wanted to leave, and have some alone time.
And so, the castle was temporarily left without its ruler…
It seemed like a normal rainy day…but who knew what was to pop up.