"Charge!" The King of the Western Region of Eldevier commanded his troops as he galloped towards the gate of House Vonnegut, the sound of the horses' hooves filled the dusk-filled day of Summer. It was the third day of the King's siege on House Vonnegut for the crimes caused against House Heller. The one who caused those crimes against the Kingdom of the Western Region was the bastard boy of Lord Vonnegut, Aldes Warwick.
The bloodied battlefield outside of House Vonnegut had corpses lying about on the grassy plains, the broken swords and shields next to the corpses while the rest of the remaining Knights of House Cascall were breaking through the gates of Lord Vonnegut's castle.
Once the gate had been broken, the knights rushed inside and began fighting with the Vonnegut soldiers. The King galloped through the combat zone, going straight for the castle doors. His horse had run into the door, causing it to break. He fell with his horse as the horse fell onto the wooden floor of the castle with a few splinters on its point-of-shoulder, the horse whined in pain. The King removed himself from underneath the wounded horse and stood up, looking cautious as the swords clashing outside of the castle could be heard outside. The King walked through the castle halls as he gripped the hilt of his sword, expecting trouble at the slightest. The King heard footsteps behind him and the sound of a sword being unsheathed, he turned around and blocked the sword from slashing his head's temple despite wearing a gold-coated helmet.
"The King of the West." The figure whispered ever so grimly, grinning so gruffly, "Here, in this very castle, struggling to fight its lord." He mocked the King as if his words were going to lower the King's confidence in winning this duel, which didn't work.
"You dare mock your king, Lord Vonnegut?" The King separated his sword from Lord Vonnegut's Polgaria, The sword that was passed down from generations of Lords that ruled over House Vonnegut, "You are a coward, m'lord."
"What makes me one?" Lord Vonnegut retaliated with a smirk as he attacked the King again, with each grunt and the swords clashing together filling the room. The King couldn't respond to Vonnegut's words as they fought in circles around the throne room.
The red-dusk skies went through the tainted windows of the throne room, making the atmosphere turn red as the sound of metal clashing against each other filled the room with every cling! clang! and every grunt and groan from the two parties intensified as they both got fatigued and weakened from fighting until the door of the throne room opened and the Commander of the Knights entered, noticing the fight between his Lord and the King.
The King never noticed nor heard the door of the throne room open, he felt a jolt of pain as the greatsword of the Commander pierced through his left abdomen, causing him to drop his greatsword, a heirloom of House Cascall, Cometfall. The King dropped down to his knees as the Lord of House Vonnegut laughed at the sight of his own King kneeling before him.
"My King." He mocked as he chuckled in an intimidating manner, hitting his fists against his chest as a way of disrespecting the sign of the West. The Commander pulled his sword out of his abdomen and a spurt of blood splashed across the carpet of the throne room. The King dropped to the floor, feeling weak and frail, his eyelids slowly began to close as the last people he saw were Lord Corinthius Vonnegut and the Commander of the Hunters, Ser Bernard Nylos, a sworn knight.
Lord Vonnegut and Ser Bernand Nylos laughed as the King's eyes closed, making him see darkness, his hour of darkness, there was no white light. It was only darkness when his blood spilled onto the carpet of House Vonnegut's throne room, making the carpet a dark red color, and all the King could see in the darkness was a vision of the forthcoming death of his beloved wife and daughter.