King Florentine Analysis

As the crowd gather they are confused and agitated. They are aware their ruler has been killed and are looking for answers. Previously reluctant to take power and

So many men, so many of Leon's friends, were dead or injured. Gwaine had been killed by Morgana and Percival had barely made it home. Friends and comrades-at-arms had spilled blood and laid down their lives for Arthur's vision, and now it was gone, drowned in a sea of red.

“When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince's own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to

Meanwhile, in The Other Place, the battle continues. The council and the people of Langundo are planning the assassination of the new, mad king. But there is a more powerful enemy they have to encounter. The mysterious monarchs of Anzen are expanding their zone of influence, offering salvation from the cruelty of this world. Their methods are worse than war.

“Partly, my goal is to behold my wife’s face but mainly to take off the precious ring that embeds the love we have for each other and use it for an important purpose.”

On a breezy, October morning in the land Kilgandore, the whole kingdom was active. The townsfolk were in a state of euphoria after their impressive victory in their long lasting battle against Grallanghall, a rival kingdom. The savior of their great land, that led them to victory over Grallanghall, was going to take the throne today. That man’s name was Frederick Lancer, a man not from royalty. He was born from two farm owners that lived just on the outskirts of the kingdom. He became the hero that they needed after the death of the king and prince in battle. Frederick took charge of their weakened army and resurged them to victory.Everyone was going to be there to watch this historic event. They wanted their war hero to take

Narrator: now the king of, course meant, that the Evil Queen could take jewels or something else of great worth, but the Evil Queen saw this as an opportunity.

After hours of planning Brady decided to rally the mistreated of the kingdom and arm them for a battle to scare his father to which he will leave our share the gold. So after he tried to start a rally some town people argued that it was too dangerous, but Brady said “the risk will be worth it” and the people argued “if were not alive to reeve the gold then what is the point”. Brady did agree, so he left the kingdom to search the land of warriors. Many days later he returned with the invaders that had attacked before. The people of the kingdom were frightened by the sight of them. These invaders had killed many of this kingdoms family. But they were not here to scare the people they were meant to frighten the king in his fortress. Not long after he realized that that his son had left he castle so he opened the castle gates to see an army walking to him, so he ran back to the castle and called his commander for the guard and ordered him to select the best warriors to protect him he stopped at the room caved with gold and ordered the guards to grab as much as they can, but Brady and his had already the castle. The commander shouted “they are heading to the armory”. As they approached the weapon filled room Brady turned right for his set of armor, gold with emeralds covering the knuckles. Brady called his men to burn down the armory so guards could not get armor or

The Kingdom of Gestalt was in its final throes. Like a man beset by grievous wound it thrashed and writhed, able to do little more than watch as the final remnants of its life slipped away. The beginnings of a plague had begun to creep through the capital, while upon the borders an enemy army prepared to make their move. To blame the grim tidings on but a single person would 've been ridiculous, and yet it could hardly denied that the actions of the last king was largely responsible for these recent events. Greedy and prideful, King Ledo va Geiss had made few friends during his tenure as ruler. Enjoying excessive feasts while his people starved, using his royal guard as brutish enforcers, taunting and belittling both enemy and ally alike.

Everything was bad until they came. Then everything turned even worse. They wore of red and black, soldier color. Their horses galloping without rest, soldier horses. These bad boys would kick you until you stop breathing. “Well this is new,” I said to myself. “Citizens!” one shouted, “Your presence is requested at the royal palace of the king.” The villagers started whispering all the sudden. Last time soldiers came, nine people went missing including 3 children. I deeply didn’t care about this because I spent 23 hours a day working in the mines. I’m a miner hence the name Miner. “Everyone of the village must come or face death,” another soldier said. This actually change my point of view, I had never left the village, or

We keep that letter and her belongings in her baby bag which we retrieve from time to time to reminisce of her once beautiful presence.

He jumped out of bed and looked out the window to the opposite side of the door. There were tons of warriors attacking the palace from the other palace that they’ve been having huge problems with, and when he turned around to run to safety it was too late! The other palace’s war leader was right behind him. The king's mind was full of freight. As he was looking at him as he thought of how he knew where his place in the palace was so fast and how he got through his army of warriors. While the war leader was smiling at him, he put two long swords to the king's neck threatening to kill him if he wouldn´t come with him to his palace. So he ended up going to the other palace with

Love. Respect. Equality. Communication. These are some words that come to mind when thinking of a strong marriage. Kino and Juana from John Steinbeck’s The Pearl, have a relationship that is missing many key components such as the ones listed. They go about their lives with little to no conversation and refuse to have equal opinions when making decisions. While Kino and Juana do care for each other, their relationship lacks the levels of mutual respect and compromise needed to have a healthy relationship.

Before giving birth to my beautiful son, my husband and I had an ideal birth plan. A birth plan I always dreamed about, and one he was nervous about; nevertheless it was one we both agreed upon. Missael, my husband, was uneasy about the birth plan I had in mind because he must’ve thought I wasn’t strong enough, when in fact I felt he was the one lacking in strength.

It was the dead of the night. A man, well known to the palace walls, was creeping through. Skulking through the endless, long walls with a sharp, silver dagger, this particular man killed the people that represented his kingdom without any guilt and fear. How much had he not wanted to commit this insane crime, but the greed for power could force one to do anything, including taking someone’s life. No one knew how stealthly he had gone inside the palace or what gave him the temerity to do so at the time. It was also unknown how infallibly this man had killed the royal family, which consisted of a king and queen, three princes, three princesses, and even a Siberian Husky, who was as harmless as an ant. But soon, as dawn broke and the light finally