Child Of Destiny by M. K. Adams

Author:M. K. Adams [Adams, M. K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: M.K.Adams
Published: 2019-01-31T22:00:00+00:00

Intermission

The king was not a cruel man. At least not in Merrick’s view of the world. Yes the king had his significant flaws, but what rich snob living in luxury across The Rive didn’t? Heck, as far as Merrick was concerned, the commoners, and worse the Hemeti, were plagued with flaws. If he had the power the king had then there would have been a culling of some kind a long time ago. That would solve any supposed hunger issues.

Merrick was known by many names throughout the king’s Castle. His proper title of Royal Advisor perhaps being the least used of them all. Some called him Weasel, others joked that he was the king’s “petty assistant” who was only around to do his dirty work, whilst others whispered less savoury comments in the shadows of the castle walls. But one thing he was not known as, was someone who would be late and that wasn’t something that was about to change as he purposefully strode through the various corridors of the palace. The antechamber of the throne room was accessible by two doors, the first of which was most obviously via the throne room itself, but the king was less than happy with anyone other than guards being present in that room if he was not there himself. A fact which had always made Merrick chuckle, as he thought about the peasantry who kept the room clean, who to the king must have been little more than fairies and pixie dust.

“Good morning, my Lord,” a few people mused as he passed them in the corridors. He ignored all but the nobles, to whom he returned their gesture with a slight nod of the head and a feigned smile. He had nothing to gain from their friendship; he would never rise higher than he already had done. To properly piss off a noble was often worth more trouble than the seemingly polite gesture would cost to keep them at bay.

The king had called an emergency meeting of the Royal Council, not a rare occurrence anymore, but Merrick’s personal chambers and working chamber alike were on the other side of the castle’s central palace. Residency in the palace itself was about as much clout as he could boast, many more people who worked within the king’s castle had to journey in from the Upper level of Astreya. A tedious and time-consuming effort, Merrick had decided a long time ago, but the more council sessions that were called, the more frustrated he grew with even his accommodation.

This will have to change soon, he thought to himself as he turned onto the final corridor that would lead him towards the antechamber. The door that led inside, a large oak door reinforced with iron as was the case with most doors in the palace, was guarded on either side by two men in elaborate red and gold plated armour. The pair were wielding large halberds that reached almost to the ceiling above their heads. “Impractical”

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