Soldier King Poet Test 소설 & 이야기

" The men cheered as they rode to Gefta. They expected to hear the sound of chariots and men in battle but what they met was total silence. Their soldiers were now lifeless bodies on the ground. "How possible is this! " Yelled the king in much anger. There was silence as the men scrutinized the place. Suddenly an arrow was shot from an undesignated point and one of the soldiers fell from his horse. The more arrows came and only few escaped the flying arrows. Their defence where becoming weaker and weaker till some display cowardice by running away. The king was left with Cosmo. They had raised up their shield ready to fight in honour of their dignity when the advisor rode to where they were.

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

I turned around to see that Kyle was still standing in the exact spot, waiting for something to happen. I frowned at him. "Why are you still here? Do you still want to continue playing the king?" I asked him. Without giving him time to answer, I turned to the soldiers and said, "Sir Arsen wants to be a king! What should he be the king of?" "Guarding!" "Frowning!" "Killing good vibes!" "Fighting!" The soldiers shouted answers from each angle and I ignored all of them since I already knew the perfect answer. "No no. Sir Arsen won't be the king of any of those things. Instead, he is going to be the king of... My heart!" I said while giggling.

Finally, they met with Xeik. Cyrus shouted, over the hollering of soldiers and it was a battle cry to the other side. “Xeik! Your coward of a king hides within his throne room while you do the fighting. Is this what it is to be Southern? What’s normally meant to be a king is not who doesn’t have courage and thus depends on others!"

"Do you know the difference between a king and a soldier, Elena?" I didn’t answer. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "A soldier fights the battles in front of him. A king? He wins before the battle even begins." I held his gaze, refusing to back down. "And what about a queen?" Something flickered in his dark eyes. A beat of silence stretched between us. Then, he smirked. "That depends. Does she fight at the king’s side?" I clenched my fists. "Not if the king is a tyrant."

Could it be… her? Kaelen shook the thought away, scowling. “Stories are for fools. Patrol harder. Hunt wider. Whoever hides in my woods will be found. And when they are, I will see for myself if these whispers carry truth.” The soldier bowed deeply. “Yes, Alpha King.”

The act was suspicious to him as he narrowed his eyes towards the young soldier. "You" he roared and pointed at him, "Come here" he ordered. The young soldier, filled with fear, ran towards the king, knelt and bowed his head in respect, "My king" he acknowledged with a tensed voice. King Fabian pulled him by his hair, he stared at the young man with doubting eyes, "Are you a true soldier?" He implored with stern eyes.

The act was suspicious to him as he narrowed his eyes towards the young soldier. "You" he roared and pointed at him, "Come here" he ordered. The young soldier, filled with fear, ran towards the king, knelt and bowed his head in respect, "My king" he acknowledged with a tensed voice. King Fabian pulled him by his hair, he stared at the young man with doubting eyes, "Are you a true soldier?" He implored with stern eyes.

A man wearing military apparel decorated with medals was kneeling before the throne as he addressed the king. “That isn’t enough to seek an audience with me” the king furrowed his brows and stated plainly. He had known this soldier for a long time. In fact he had known him all his life. The man kneeling before him was the captain of the Kingdom’s Royal Guards and he was very loyal. He would never come to see him for something so trivial.

Till then may you rule forever my king. Your's faithful Josef ★ “Where is he?" King Stefan asked after the soldier finished reading the letter. "He isn't in the palace but my men are still searching for him over the kingdom. He couldn't have gone far." “Good, bring him to me when you find him." The king then dismissed the soldier with the wave of his hand. The soldier took a bow before leaving and King Stefan signed weakly, collapsing on his throne. His eyes drifted to the spot where Harold had died and though there wasn't a trace of the horror that took place there since it had been cleaned up by the maids he could still see the horrible image in his mind as if it was still there.