The Impirium City has been in constant bewilderment since yesterday. Everybody is guessing, wishing, gossiping.
The royal family doesn't have a child to inherit the thrown. He has no relatives to amend the matter.
Now it is up to the King to whom he will give the chance to continue his legacy.
Every person in the city is is on the edge of excitement, throwing a gamble party, voting for someone who will possibly be the chosen one.
Don't forget the mice lock up inside the cage at the witches residence, playing poker. The winner holds the name of the chosen one.
While the witch lets her pets play, she cooks the future sold out item. Mixing, mixing, adding, then adding, poof! The moon lights up, illuminating the bent floor of the witch, reaching to the big pot of her dish. A flash of green teeth on her lips when she distantly foresee the first quarter that will unravel itself from a thin cumulus cloud.
Yin or yang? What will it be?
Few more days, few more. . . Women have been in and out of the parlors, go to numerous stores, and the poor sewer with slouch back almost, just almost want to refuse to orders of ballgowns.
The children are marking the calendars, counting the days, to the day when the moon is shy and hides, shall the King present his hidden gemstone to the people of his land.
Who will sit on the thrown?
The Impirium League, composed of the brightest minds in the Impirium Kingdom walks back and forth inside the palace's main hall.
"Your highness, the crown should be transferred before new moon" the master of IL speaks. Voice with tone of respect with a hint of persuasion.
"I know that very well Isaac" the King shakes his head lightly, fondly counting the folds of wrinkles on Isaac's head.
"The top ranks can see this opportunity to dethrone the Impirium family. This may be very well the end of your lordship"
"I understand it very clear Zaura" a thin smile creeps on the King's face.
"But Lord, you show no concern on this matter. You might as well enlighten us. We are shaking in fear for you, your Highness"
"Oh boys, this will be the revolution" the King lazily leans on his golden seat.
"Are you igniting a fire, my Lord?" The most composed IL member inquires like it was nothing to be shake and succumb in a dark corner.
The King holds his chin.
"Lets just stir the top ranks a bit" the King dismisses the IL, quitely amused on how his IL member flaunts worry.
***
"A game before heading off, can I have your company?"
"Yes, a good game will get me to right mood all through the night"
"Very well" his hand moves two blocks up, in the middle of the board. He takes the head of the poon and step it two blocks forward.
"Very cliché" his opponent remarks.
"Indeed, to lure the soldiers outside my premise"
"Old tricks never gets old, aren't they?" A small laugh echoes the room.
"Yes, to Impirium, they don't"
The latter bends slightly forward, eyeing his pieces. Fingers dropping to first row on the left. A horse.
"Seems like season has change"
The door breaks open revealing a beauty in all ages. Both of the player stops on their track.
"Goodness, you two were here all the time?" The woman over fifties walks in with elegance, eyeing the chess board.
"Since when were you playing?"
"Two hours straight from now. . . Mama"
"Queens sure do protects his King" he drops the horse piece in front of the poon then stands up and fixes his sleeves. He put on his small smile.
"I should excuse myself first, Queen"
"But. . ."
"I'll be in my room. Don't. . . Please don't stress yourself Ma'am" he smiles and strides away.
***
"We have a guest, young master. Please refrain from stepping downstairs. Especially in a dining room" the polite maid with amiable face informs her.
"Thank you Madeline"
From nearby, the young master examines the small framed girl with adamant expression on while standing in front of the King who is seated on the head of the twenty-four seater dinner table.
"Your highness, I would like to offer myself as your next ruler of this kingdom" the firm voice of the girl surely stretched from every corner of the palace.
"You're the girl from the Empire?" The King sits slightly crook on his chair, holding up his chin with his slender forearm.
"I am the head of the Empire, Sir" the straight-forward answer perks up the brows of the King.
The King astonishingly grins, the same way the young master flaunts his barely seen smile.
"Well then, what you are trying to ask Miss Empire is very big. But I know your intentions are unequivocal"
"I know you are already aware of what happened. In that case, you are assured of my loyalty. I might be blatantly asking for your position, but I don't think there would be another person deserving in your throne"
"Miss Empire, you are wrong, for only one thing" the King stands, stride towards her, closing the gap.
"I'm afraid I am not able to grasps my own mistake"
"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you. It isn't in your knowledge. However, you are impressive to walk in my palace. Haven't you heard the rumors? No one gets out of here alive under my watch"
"Then I should fight you Sir, then steal your thrown away" her lips quirk mischievously.
"This is gonna be a rollercoaster ride" the young master whispers in the air before leaving his spot, last glance on the maid that has been discreetly listening to the conversation.
***
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are product of author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, are purely coincidental.