Obsidian keep
Throne room
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Pov
Roderick frostfield
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"!! Presenting the heir of house frostfield, Lord Roderick Frostfield !!" Walking through the doors of the throne room he couldn't help but wince as his name was loudly announced by a guard by his side
Calming himself he made his way in the throne room, where although he managed to keep his composure he was once again astounded by the opulence and dominance that has constantly been on display since he arrived in the obsidian keep
He observed the throne room depicted the black gold colors of the royal family at least it used to be just colors. But the young prince seemed to have misinterpreted it as blackstone and actual gold. He was appalled at these level of wealth
With pillars of Blackstone that hoped to touch the skies ,velvet black - red rug that covered the entire throneroom.The obsidian keep's throneroom was making a statement, and he understand it clearly.
Suppressing his inner trepidation he observed the occupants of the room not many people where in the throneroom,mostly nobles,guards,a few influential figures in the kingdom and some key wealthy merchants.
Walking towards the nobles section, he disregarded the barons only nodding to some viscounts and paying proper respects to the counts.he stole a look at the duke that occupied the three most prominent seats in front, there was obviously a seating arrangement to be followed.
Standing behind the dukes he regardeded them a discreet look especially the duke that took center stage.
"The Wall" Hugo Blackwood,he was a stoic looking man with a face that seemed incapable of making facial expressions with long brown hair with a bit of white mixed into it that fell to his shoulders.
The Lord of blackfort was an imposing figure of 6ft6 with the muscles to match. As the man said to have kept the starhaven kingdom at bay for close to 18 years, he looked everybit the hardened general he was said to be.
Standing to his right was the Lord of stormwatch Damian Hargrave.
At 5ft11 60 year old. The white haired man was the oldest of the dukes, but the pressure he subconsciously released as an iron core stage warrior made people ignore his advanced age. Dubbed the "sea serpent" for his potent navy and his extensive control of the kingdoms sea trade made him the richest noble in the kingdom.
To their extreme left sat a man with golden locks of hair that fell down to his shoulder
Looking quite young, possibly in his late thirties he seemed out of place amongst this bunch of aged men.
Reginald Marlowe the Duke of Goldhaven reach. Home to the second richest family of the kingdom a purely merchant family at that. They were a family that controlled 60% of trade in the kingdom having roots that stretched beyond the borders of the kingdom. If the Hargrave family control the see trade the the Marlowe family controlled the land trade . And the Duke Reginald dubbed the kingdoms greatest talent for reaching the iron core stage at the young age of 30, no one believed the lack of advanced manual would keep him for long. Most knew his talent would take him futher.
Observing this three men he couldn't help but smile inwardly imagining the day his father would wield the same level of power
And he also knew these men would be instrumental to the his fathers plans,
chuckling inwardly he was brought out of his thoughts by the sudden silence around him, he looked around then noticed the guard was no longer announcing names.
But that wasnt the cause of the tense atmosphere that filled the room, he searched for the source to realize it was the black armored guards that filled the room.
He noticed that the air about them had become colder, more determined and sharper.
Everyone else apart from the duke found it hard to keep calm.
It was also then that he noticed something terrifying, most of the guards in this room if not all were aura awakening stage cultivators.
At this point the thought that he and his father might have overestimated their worth popped into his mind, and it wouldn't leave.
"!! PRESENTING HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, NULL BLACKFYRE,FIRST OF HIS NAME.
KING OF THE BLACKFYRE KINGDON !!
He was snapped out of his thoughts as every guard in the throne room bellowed in unison,with their fist to their chest and slight bow
Snapping his attention to the in huge throne room door as they snapped open, the first thing that caught his eyes were a pair Abyss like his that shone with unchallenged indifference.
At this point he realized the painfull truth that had been shoved at him since he set foot in the obsidian hold.
This young king wouldn't dance to their tunes.
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Pov
Null Blackfyre
He walked towards the throne his gait measured,his steps unhurried,eyes set ahead , mind calm. As a sixty year old general in his past life he knew how to work a crowd. (wait that came out wrong ....or did it?).
He walked calmly and slowly as everyone bowed as he passed them by. He met the gaze of anyone who dared to hold his,mostly the dukes. he also detected the excitement in Hugo's gaze he ignored it well aware of the cause.
Walking up the steps of the throne where varyn and valen stood waiting, the general didn't look pleased being here but has regent so he had to be here to hand over the crown.
Usually this would be done by a priest. But he wasn't having.He had subtly reduced the influence of the old religion in most part of the kingdom, he had nothing against religion. instead he saw the advantage of it so he would make a religion, one that was his,and he had already taken steps towards that goal, word of him being blessed by the god of war were already being whispered in bars.
Walking up to the huge black throne he had sculpted with a mix of blackstone and pure gold it was a marvel to look at.
Since there wasn't a priest, there wasn't much ceremony involved in the process,
He simply sat on the throne as his prime minister valen handed him the blackfyre sword ,the ancestral sword of house blackfyre in its ceremonial sheath.
After that varyn stepped forward with a fully black crown in hand. Made completely out obsidian it looked roughly made, like something made by hitting it against something harder to mold it into the shape of a crown.
It wasn't a beauty to look at, other dark shine it emitted,but something about the crown made it hard to label as ugly it gave off ancient air that was unmistakable.
As varyn placed the crown on his he turned towards people gathered below, In a loud voice that shook the throne room bellowed.
"!!His Royal Majesty, King Null Blackfyre ,Monarch Of The Blackfyre Kingdom!!"
" !!LONG MAY HE REIGN!!" The black armored guards bellowed in response.
The guests in the throne room were a bit slow to respond still recovering from the shouts of an iron core stage warrior and almost one hundred aura awakening warriors.
But they recovered quickly following along with the chorus
"LONG MAY HE REIGN"
Null observing all this with legs crossed relaxed on the arm of his throne with his chin propped up by his fist
He felt nothing watching all this. No excitement,no sense of fulfillment, nothing at all he wasn't surprised by this,after all this was his birthright it would be weird if he felt anything instead
But what did interest him was what came, when this proud nobles would kneel and swear fealty, now that did interest him.