English Empire

Charles's words rankled Mary, she stared disgustingly at Charles.

"But you rip the fruits of my generations labour, which is peace. She said with a bright strain showing on her neck, she was annoyed.

How did it come about?, By the sweat and blood of the brave, -she gnashed at Charles.-

It's so selfish of you not to be willing to do the same for another generation to come, all in the name of self- preservance."

Charles assumed a crouching position as soon as Mary's words convicted him, he bent his head and shut his eyes.

"I have done my best for the next generation, by strengthening our ammunition.

nothing more can I do for them, britian can't war till infinity, a warful mind is never at peace, for he fear an attack from those he offended.

war and peace can never exist at once." Charles said whilst standing from a crouching position and getting over a smite.

Mary soon became obsessed by what he was saying."Shut your hole!." She commanded.

But Charles failed to restrain, "I know what am saying mother, said charles.

This generational war has to end,"

"War has preserved Britian till present.

Why should it fizzle out during your regime." Mary strained.

"To always think war will bring peace is foolishness, and am not a foolish man." Charles replied.

''Am not surprised if those liege men of yours who has ambitious inertia, are the brats, giving you selfish and carwordly ideas.

you lack governing power." Mary spoke, seeming filled with desperation.

"yes, the council told me that making peace is the best course of action. !"

"What are you afraid of, is it that you haven't enough power,

I can make us powerful." Mary strained, causing a vivid stroke on her neck, it showed Charles the degree of her desperation.

''Powerful?.'' Charles asked, he cackled at it.

''Yes, it's all at the Golden city, a land full of gold, brass, silver, ores, and the hardest metal ever found. titanium.''

''The Golden city is a myth, mother.'' Charles reproved abruptly,

''Says who.''? Mary interrogated, She regarded Charles's face, to see if there was surety on it.

''Said by nobody, He responded.

no-one who have gone there, has ever made it home. He took away his face from the scrutinizing eyes of his mother.

It probably means there is nothing there but a dead end.'' Charles added.

''I was expecting that from a king who only sits on his throne and deduce. Mary said, she appeared angry to Charles, Charles stared at her, dumbfounded by the sudden abuse hurled at him.

you are a weak man Charles.'' Mary added.

''Am not a weak man mother!.'' A grimace formed in Charles appearance.

''You are just a replica of your father, Mary hurled in more insults at Charles, Charles shut his eyes, squeezed tight his brows, attempting to tolerate Mary's insults.

You are both weak, cowardly, and indecisive, it's been a strain of weakness in men from our lineage .'' Mary said.

''Your sister Rebecca, Duchess of Cambridge, will Even make a better leader than you."

''That's Enough mother!.'' Charles let-off his tolerance, seems he couldn't compound the robust abuse laid on him,

he scrunched to a ground level, feeling depressed.

Medleys of thought and emotions hovered in his mind and heart, his hands molded over a couple of gravel, he squeezed them tight in his hands out of anger.

Mary heard him snorting, Charles was weeping bitterly, and intently hiding his face from being seen by his mother Mary mary.

Mary stooped to reach Charles's height, and she sent her arm across his neck.

''Son, my words are without the intent of hurting you.

But to make you stronger.''

Charles wiped his eyes facing the ground, he looked at Mary, his red eyes told how bitter he wept.

''How has it made me strong?, am scrunched like a child who lost his mother.'' Charles said.

''My words make them strong who heed to it.'' Said mary.

He dropped a map before Charles, and left.

She knew Charles, possibly more than Charles knew himself, he might be selfish, but when his ego is at stake he could do virtually anything to preserve it.