The King is dead.

The doctor speaks of unclear cause, of uncertainty fuelling suspicion. He will soon share my belief that Father’s death was painfully natural. I’ve found a blade will clear the foggiest of minds.

“Do not mourn, son,” Mother says. A strategically released tear does not go unnoticed.

My subjects, too long given their ruler’s ear, must be reminded of the order of things; they’re to be ruled, not consorted with. Father lost track of this.

A reminder is needed.

So, my first duty: take care of the alchemist. Publicly. A lifeless tongue cannot slip.

Long live the King.


Author: jackkholt

Film graduate. Lover of lots of good films and quite a few bad ones. Reader. Writer. Novel in progress, obviously.

31 thoughts on “King”

  1. Long live the king!

    Always preferred him to his father, wonderful chap, etc. etc. Please don’t hurt me. 😉

    Another good one, Jack. Concise and precise. =)

      1. Oops .I’ve gone doolally editing… I read J Wiswell’s just before so you must have mutated into him… that means those compliments must have been meant for him .. har har..only joking..Bob

  2. Shakespearean intrigue abound.. what a bastard that son is..You have a real talent John setting up complex and cleverly imagined worlds in very few words.. a rare gift.. Champion work… Now who’s the Daddy??

  3. Rather Shakespearean, or you’ve been watching Game of Thrones. Either way, wonderfully crafted tale of intrigue.
    Adam B @revhappiness

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