The King

The King spent many months in turmoil, his reign was over
His expectant wife and child murdered in their sleep
By shadowy figures
And his people‚ abandoned
He spent his days in the company of his Canon
Fractured old men‚ whose complex talk of revenge
And distasteful obsession with the dark
Left stains on his mind
Stains‚ he could not remove
Months went by and the King
Full of contempt for anyone living outside of Sarums walls
Had a plan
He motioned to an adviser to come closer
The gaunt old man slowly drifted forwards
And pressed his ear close to the King
The King whispered his final instructions
And sat back in his chair
His Canon conferred and turned to thank their king
This would be the last time they would meet his gaze
From this moment on, their King refused all food and water
And waited. And waited