The King in Yellow

In a place not too far from the tomb.

A golden throne glistening in its beauty holds a man of high regard he sits and watches over his beloved kingdom yearning for eternal protection. A tall stone tower hundreds of feet high has a chain elevator to which the accused and the blessed ride. A Judge of the city of Viscont sails the chain up to the King where he sits on the luxurious throne, but the king does not greet with a smile or hello however his mouth is agape and his eyes are sunken appearing as though he is dead. "Sire there appears to be an intruder at the gates." The Judge looks through his triangular metal helmet wrapped in barbed wire though only strands cover his vision he sees the king in all his might. Wandering along a path the Forlorn discovers a town Viscont. The first man he sees at the Kingdom's entrance did not greet him with kindness or hospitality but with fear "y-you right there! You're a Murderer!" The soldier draws his sword and the Forlorn feels a sharp pain in his left shoulder he shrieks and falls to his knees. The world is spinning he's about to throw up and he passes out and hits his head on the concrete. He wakes on a slab of metal whereon he discovers a cage and handcuffs attached to his wrists. The Judge notices his sudden burst of consciousness and bends on his knees looking at the Forlorn with a quick tongue he says "Alright you have thirty-five seconds do you plead guilty?" The Forlorn takes a precious second to comprehend and answers "Guilty of what!?" The judge answers with a quick remark "Didn't think you would" before proceeding to pull a lever launching them upwards and within half a minute they come to a screeching halt. The door to the cage opens up and reveals a skeleton sitting on a big gold chair. Dust and cobwebs fill the corpse's open mouth. The body was dressed in a long red and white robe in better condition than the actual man wearing it, and it had a checkered design along the fuzz on the outer layer of the coat. And on his neck, an amulet dangled shining on the man's otherwise grey appearance. The Judge rushes the Forlorn to his knee and takes one himself. "Sire I have brought you the intruder I sentence him to death via beheading" The Forlorn does a double-take and glances at the so-called king and realizes it is a living being. "You call that a king?" The Forlorn says before getting smacked on the back of his head. Crumbling to the ground catching himself only by his hands. The king opens one eye piercing through the Forlorn's skull giving him a placebo-induced headache. The King reaches his hand out though several feet away from the two men and points saying in a weak trembling voice "What do you have to say for yourself, young man".