In the year of 328 the country of Dali was ruled by a strong and wise king Matti Ushgul the first of his name. He unified the whole country, made it strong from within and established good relations with the neighbors. People of Dali rejoiced for they had no need to fear anymore. It was a beautiful land with green mountains full of animals and meadows as wide as the eyes could see. The capital of Dali Sasashi was a glorious sight to behold. Brick collared, green, read and blue ceramic roofs on beautiful wooden homes with wooden ornamented balconies, were sight to behold. The royal castle at the edge of the town was located on the highest hill and had an eagles view of the whole Sasashi. It's many high towers were trying to reach the sun and its golden rooftops were shinning like many stars on land, when the sunlight mesmerized by its beauty stopped and shined on them. Dali prospered, the land became lushes and green from the absence of war and conflicts. Of course the surface always seems peaceful to the onlookers from far away, but the wise king knew that all was not over. Good always has apposition and can never truly rest. King Matti Ushgul had six sons and three daughters. It is true that in Dali it was acceptable two have a few mistresses along with the official wife, but for the children of anyone other than the queen to succeed the throne would have been unacceptable. The King loved all his children but he loved the country more and new wich one of his offsprings was a good fit for the throne. When the second prince the son of a mistress became nineteen and strong enough to prove himself to anyone and everyone, he was named as the sole heir to the throne. Many disagreed with his decision, but not his first born. The king raised his children close to one another so that there would have been no fighting for the throne and each and every one of them would have a role in this glorious country of Dali. Even so, he knew how unfair this was to his first born and the only child of the ruling queen. The ones that could not stomach this decision were the queen and rest of the concubines. One had a son, that in her mind was destined to be the next great king and the rest were thinking, that if the mistresses son could have been chosen why couldn't it be there sons. In time this greed would ruin even the pure love the siblings had for each other all this years.
The choosing of a new heirs announcement was made on the country's establishment day celebration. The whole country was celebrating every year on this important day. This year as well, citizens took to the streets. Flowers were flying in the air, fireworks blooming in many colors in the sky, street markets we're selling many exquisite and rare items, different performances where presented by traveling artists and many many other attractions were unfolding in the city of Dali on this important day. Everyone was enjoying themselves and many foreign guests and representatives were present. At midnight people gathered near the palace grounds in front of the castle balcony which was used for the public appearances of royal members. Everyone was waiting for the king to address his people and congratulate them on this important day.
People were still moving around in front of the castle, talking and laughing, when the trumpets sounded. The king stepped out of the door and slowly walked to the edge of the balcony. Everything went quite. Mati Ushgul the first of his name calmly placed his hand on the railing of the balcony and looked down onto his people. He felt proud to see his citizens happy and well of. He took a moment and then his cold baritone voice of outmost power, calmly washed over everyone there.
"Citizens of Dali, Be proud! For on this day we stood together tired, a little bit broken inside, confused and yet we did not give up and took our destiny into our own hands. The unification and peace of this great country is each and every one of your doing. There would not be a king like me without people like you. Rejoice, for you are worthy of the life you now have, because it was not just given to you. No! You payed for it in blood and tears. I now that and that is why i put my people above all else. Today on this great and sacred day i wan to put a new stone to build a foundation for our future. I now it has always been a tradition to choose the queen born son as the heir to the throne, but I can not let a country build from blood and sweat of my people be ruined, or be less than what it should be, simply because the tradition dictates so. Today i appoint my second son prince Valentine Lechium Ushgul as my sole heir to the throne of Dali. I now this seams unfair to some, but i assure you it is for the best. The celebration will continue for the whole night and the castle gates shall be open to all. Enjoy yourselves my citizens. " As the king finished his speech he clapped his hands twice and many servants carrying the different foods came pouring out from the doors of the castle. The cheers of the people were deafening. Everyone downstairs was having fun.
As the king turned around he was flooded by his ministers. Some were surprised, others excited but most of them were furious.
"How could you disregard tradition like that my king." Said one.
"Making this kind of decision without consulting us we feel quite offended my king. Do you perhaps not trust us?" Said the other. Many were speaking in unison.
"What about the first prince? your first son, the one that had the right by the blood and by God to become the next ruler?! what can you tell prince Shermandin Mi Si Ushgul?" Asked the Prime Minister, the father of the ruling queen and the grandfather of the first prince. Of course he was already privy to this thanks to his daughter. Minister was doing everything in his power to stop the king from making this grave mistake, but all was in vain.
The king frowned upon hearing his comment. He truly felt guilty for stripping the right to rule from his first son. It would have been easier if he was a bad child, but on the contrary, he was a smart and kind person. His only flaw was that he was too soft. That right there was the reason why he could never become a good ruler. Yes a king has to be kind but he also has to rule with the iron fist. Even a little softness can be deadly for the entire country. Even the first prince himself understood that and gave up his right to his brother voluntarily. King Matti was unimaginably grateful to Prince Shermandin, for not making him forcibly take future throne away from him.
He glared at the Prime Minister. "Does the Prime Minister think he knows better who is worthy of the throne I built? Shermandin knows what is best and understands it better then some." Said the king and left the room filled with man, which still somehow sounded full of screeches of hundreds of Women.
Outside he was meet with his queens icy glare and his mistresses silently judging eyes. In the center of the room his sons were happily conversing with each other without any sort of animosity. It warmed his heart to see his childrens relationship unaffected by the political struggles. The King chose to ignore the obvious problem and led everybody to the dinning room, where a grand celebration had been prepared.