The King’s Conquest

PROLOGUE
EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND 1701
CROMWELL CASTLE
Throne Room
 
“You’re Majesty.”
His High Steward bowed and stepped back.
“Speak.”
"Javiah, your brother from Wales, has sent a telegram for you.”
The High Steward leaned forward and handed King Javiah the sealed envelope. He bowed, turned, and then descended the steps. He walked out the Throne Room.
 
King Javiah flipped the telegram over.
 
The official seal of his brother’s monarch pressed into the red seal, warrant him the envelope, was authentic. He took a deep breath and flipped the envelope tab up. He slid out the folded piece of paper and unfolded it.
 
Brother, I have gotten word from France, his Royal Majesty and entourage will be traveling aboard. King Raphael is proposing a peace treaty among your monarch. Brother, I think it could be trickery to plant a spy in the court. Be wary and vigilant.
 
“Too late,” he mumbled under his breath.
King Javiah looked over at the empty chair, which once occupied his wife’s presence. No peace treaty can bring back his queen who lost her life, at the hands of his rivaling clansmen.
 
There will be hell to pay for the person responsible for such he thought.
 
King Javiah balled the paper and envelope in his hand and threw it down on the duke-blue colored carpet.
 
“Your Majesty, would you need me to saddle your horse?”
“Yes.”
 
The Master of the Horse rushed out the Throne Room.
 
He will not rest the nightly attacks of his knights, until he revenges the salvage death of his beloved.
 
‘I think it could be trickery, to plant a spy in the court. Be wary and vigilant.’

Could his wife’s unexpected death be the reason why his bed remains empty? Moreover, his refusal to consort with a concubine. At this time, he trusted no one, or no ones’ opinions mattered, other than his departed wife.
 
King Javiah handed his goblet over to his Cupbearer to taste the sweeten elixir of wild berries.
 
The Cupbearer smelled the darken contents within, before taking a swallow.
 
The smooth drink slid down his throat.
 
“It is acceptable Your Majesty.”
 
The Cupbearer handed the goblet back to King Javiah.
 
King Javiah took a sip of his drink, and handed the goblet back to his Cupbearer.
 
His Master of the Horse walked into the Throne Room. He bowed his head.
 
“Your Majesty, your horse is saddled.”
 
His Master of the Horse bowed, turned, and walked out the Throne Room.
 
LONDON, ENGLAND
HIGHLAND COURT
Privy Council Room
 
King Raphael sat around a table with his knights.  
“Has King Javiah, been given the opportunity to adhere to my warning?”
“According to Your Majesty's Constable. King Javiah is not willing to reunify his monarch into parliament.”
“I convinced him, the reunification would make a strong alliance, and I’ve went so far as to pledge my word. He will still rule his monarch separately as before, and my word given to him, my knights were not responsible for the queen’s unexpected death.”
“I do not think the king is thinking reasonable.”
“If he does not heed after my second message, then we declare war, and seize control of his monarch.”
“Your Majesty, we have employed Great Britain as an ally if called upon.”
“I have several men of arms that I know can and will defeat King Javiah’s army.”
“Your Majesty, King Javiah has a better equipped strong hold on his artillery, and a fortress around his castle, in recent years of war, difficult to infiltrate.”
 
King Raphael smiled.
 
“All things can be broken, or penetrated.”
“Your Majesty, it has been brought to our attention you may utilize a secret weapon.”
“Yes, in the form of sweet lips, and long legs no man can refuse.”
 
Each man nodded his head.

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