Whispers Of The North

It was a rough time, the winter which was supposed to last two to three months had went on for almost a year. The Winter which had led to famine, death and the destruction of many territories had finally calmed down in the North. The aftermath of this winter was very catastrophic as many citizens of the North were either dead due to the cold and famine or displaced. Most of the territories in the North were severly wounded by this and were struggling to deal with the aftermath of the winter. In times of struggle and despair that's when the true nature of men start to surface. Many of the people in the north started to rebel againts their Counts for food and resources. Most People in the North believed this to be a curse brought upon by the new gods to punish them for their misdeeds. With most of the priest of the new gods seeing this as an opportunity to overthrow House Frostbourne, they wasted no time in planting seeds of rebellion in the minds of the people as they believed that the worshipping of the old gods by House Frostbourne was the main cause for this Winter. Many people heard the word and followed but few stayed loyal to their King.

Clickity-clackity-clockity-cloo the steps of a horse galloping along the streets of Northernheim. "My Lord My Lord", shouted the horse rider as he galloped his way through the town. Finally reaching the castle gates of House Frostbourne. Let me in, I have a message for the King, said the man as he tried to force his way through the castle guards.

At the Kings Quarters inside the inner castle.

"knock-knock" can I enter my Lord I bring news, asked Sir Duncan. 

Come in Sir Duncan and what's this news you have for me, asked Lord Sigfrid.

A man covered in tatthered clothing stands at the gate My lord. He said he won't leave until he has had an audience with you My lord.

What is this about, asked the King in a concerend tone.

I don't know much but from his behaviour it might seem very important. As he seems very distresed and worried more like a life or death situation.

The King pondering in his thoughts on whether he should grant this stranger an audience or cast him away finally came to a decision.

Bring him in Sir Duncan. Maybe he has something important to say plus which King will cast his own people away without even hearing their words.

As you wish my Lord, said Sir Duncan as he leaves the room.

Let me in, I need to speak to the king repeated the strange man as he was being pinned to the ground by the castle guards. 

Leave him be said Sir Duncan in a strong and loud voice almost like the sound of a thunder. 

Lord Commander said the Guards as they stopped whatever they were doing and quickly went into a soldier's stance.

Sir Duncan walked past all the guards confronting the stranger.

You said you want an audience with the King correct? well the King has granted you his attention. Follow me as I lead you to his Highness.

At the throne room. 

All hail King Sigfrid, First of his name, Ruler of the North and Conquerer of Winter.

The stranger looked at the throne room with such admiration. It was as if all of a sudden some shadow of sadness had been lift off him. Inside the throne room was a Throne which had been from Ice crystals with the interior of the throne room being made from the finest and best resources in all of Northernheim. In the strangers mind this was the most beautiful thing he had seen in his entire life as he couldn't even bring himself to properly create an image of the Throne room.

What is it that you want? asked the King

My lord is not about what I want but is about what your people need. As you can see the Winter has led to many a disastrous aftermath and we the commoners have it worse. Most say that this Winter was caused by your family and your continuous worshipping of the old gods. Because of this, The priests of the new gods have started gathering people in order to start a rebellion on House Frostbourne. And right now the people needs its King. A civil war amongst the you and the people can lead to the destruction of Northernheim My Lord.

A Rebellion shouted the council of House Frostbourne in a very shocked and concerned tone.

"A rebellion this can lead to a civil war" "how did this even start?" "What are we going to do about this?" "This is a very serious problem that needs attendance" "What do you think the Kings response would be to such threat?" ,the council started murmuring to themselves these series of questions.

In a loud and sharp tone, Silence said the King.

The King's main concern was not about the rebellion but rather the fact that if the rebellion is able to spark a much greater flame in Northernheim, then he would have to kill some of his people. The King started having conflicting thoughts on whether he should lead an army to stop this rebellion here and there or try and reason with the people.

Tell me more about the current size of the rebel army, their goal, what they have acheived so far and also about their leader. The King asked the stranger.

My Lord they have an army of 10,000 strong as of currently and they have been able to secure most of the territories from Teron to Heron. 

It won't be long until they reach the capital. So far from what I have heard their goal is to overthrow your house and remove the "curse" that your family has brought to the Kingdom.

Last I heard their Leader goes by the name of Saint Mcleen Augustus Vanheim.

The stranger's talk was cut short by one of the members of the council as he proceeded to bring out his views.

My Lord, from what this man has said it seems this is not a threat to be taken lightly. If all the "Counts" from the west to East has had their territories taken over, is only a matter of time till they make their way up south and head to the Capital. 

I urge that you take action and assemble an army to deal with this before is too late My Lord.

He's right we need to take action, whispers among the council.

The King raised his hand and as if their tongues had been cut out and shutting them mute the entire throne room became silent like a cemetry.

What's your name boy?

I am called Sam My Lord, in a soft and humble tone.

Sam by order of the King your name shall be changed to Sam the loyal for you stayed true to your King. You and your family shall be awarded an entire land of your own along with 100silver sion. 

You may take your leave. Sir Duncan help him out

Thank you your Grace.

Door closes, footsteps vanishes.

Now then may we return to the matter at hand.

I am going to carefully think about the situation at hanf and provide my answer tomorrow. The council is closed.

Later that night.

In the room of King, the door opens and closes. footsteps approaches quietly behind the King as he dresses up from his bath. 

The faint footsteps approaches faster, the King notices this and stops the person before the could attack by locking the hands behind the back.

You have become a bit more faint with your stealth My Lady but your speed still lacks.

With a faint giggle the woman breaks free from the Kings grip, slides him down to the floor, goes on top of him and proceed to almost punch his face.

I concede said the King as he starts laughing.

You really haven't changed, have you Lady Celene?

To think even age couldn't dull your skills. But what age couldn't dull even though it tried is best was your beauty My Love. You look as beautiful as the light of the moon right now. Also you look really good in your white Garment My Love.

Are you trying to flirt you way out of this? Well is not going to work this time.

You think so? The King leans in towards Celene and they start kissing. The king turns Celene over on the ground kissing her body and moving his hands around her skin. He lifts her up, stripping both of their clothes off as Celene pushes Sigfrid on the bed. Celene jumps on top of Sigfrid but Sigrid tries to stay on top of her to which Celene stops Sigfrid indicating that she is the one in control of the night. 

Celene starts moaning loudly as they begin to have sex.

Ten minutes later

Panting! Panting!

I am so happy you made it back Celene. There's so much going on right now and I need you by my side.

What is going on My Love? asked Celene

Both stand up and sit on the bed.

A rebellion has started in the west and now is spreading up to the capital. Most of the people on the council wants me to assemle an army and end this as quicky as possible. Right now with the aftermath of the Winter and my own people turning on me I feel so overwhelmed and powerless because I don't want ot harm my own people.

Look at me Sigfrid, said Celene as she tilted the husband's head towards her.

You are but a man. A man not a god. Even if you try your best to help everyone it may not work out as you want it to be and at times the only way to end a conflict is to take arms. That is what the old me would have told you to do but now you are King and as a King, You shouldn't lead with just your heart but also your mind.

Therefore what do you want to do My Lord?

Sigfrid sat there for a minute thinking about what his wife had said and he had finally come to a conclusion.

Thanks to you Celene I know what to do now

Did you return with Jace and Leon? 

I did your Grace. they are in their chambers as we speak, responded Celene

Prepare them for the morning. For they shall join me at the council meeting.

The next morning the King had assembled his council at throne room alongside his two sons Jace and Leon Who were thirteen and twelve respectively at the time. 

The room was silent, with everyone looking up to the king and awaiting for his final decision. A decision that could lead to a massive civil war, a decision which will decide the future of Northernheim.

Character Description

The King of the North Sigfrid Frostbourne stands as a towering figure, both in stature and reputation. He is a man of imposing height and a muscular build, his presence commanding respect from all who meet him. His handsome features are framed by thick, jet-black hair that falls to his shoulders, a striking contrast to his warm, brown eyes that reflect both wisdom and kindness. Known throughout the land not only for his unparalleled skill in battle but also for his deep compassion, he leads with a rare blend of strength and empathy. His leadership inspires loyalty and admiration, as he governs with fairness, always prioritizing the well-being of his people. In times of war, he is a formidable warrior, unmatched on the battlefield, yet he is equally revered for his ability to bring peace and prosperity to his kingdom. His people respect him not just as a ruler, but as a protector and a guide, a beacon of hope in even the darkest of times.

Sigfrid is 50 at the time of these events with Celene being 45

Jace is the oldest followed by Leon then Sasha and lastly Maria.