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Introduction

This is a Challenge I created on my own, though you will see that it resembles this forums RDC somewhat.  That is intentional since that was a big inspiration for this. One to Rule Them All (Ruleset here on Carls) is meant to decide which of three noble families will take over from the current monarch and become the next king or queen of Newcrest.

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This is a prologue of sorts to a much bigger challenge called the Royal Kingdom Challenge originally created by Enbliththefair for TS2.

Note:  This used to be called Lasting Legacies- a Modified RKC challenge, but I have since decided to keep the two separate.  Once the OtRTA is concluded, the RKC will get its own topic.

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Re: Lasting Legacies- a modified RKC
« Reply #1 on: March 21, 2018, 09:29:40 PM »
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Re: Lasting Legacies- a modified RKC
« Reply #3 on: March 21, 2018, 09:30:38 PM »
reserved, just in case

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Prologue
« Reply #4 on: March 22, 2018, 12:06:46 AM »
Prologue

The scratching of the pen across the page was the only sound in the room for a moment.  Then there was a soft exhalation of breath.  King Darian sat back in his chair, looking up at the framed portrait up above him.  "My Amelia," he murmured softly. 

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He shook his head.  "I miss you, so much.  It's- almost time, my heart."

The King sighed once more and bent over his journal.

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The years are heavy.  My bones ache.  I can feel my time approaching.  But I cannot rest yet.  I cannot join Amelia until I am sure that the kingdom, the home we both loved so much, is in good hands.  I'm sure she's going to give me a piece of her mind when she sees me.  I knew after my brother Marcus died, knew that when I became the heir to the throne, I would be expected to produce an heir.  But I couldn't.  I couldn't bring myself to take a bride after I lost Amelia.  I have no heir.  By my choice.  But now the kingdom is in a quandary.  Our neighbors in Windenburg are only now just picking up the pieces after a war over the succession tore them asunder.  I do not want that for Newcrest.

He stopped for a moment, looking at what he had written as he rubbed a hand over his chin.  Then he bent back down to continue writing.

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I still cannot bring myself to take a young bride, to give the kingdom an heir.  But I have an idea.  One that should satisfy.  I have chosen three families.  They have been loyal to my family for years.  And each of them has I believe, what it takes to be the ruler that Newcrest needs.

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The Dorans are a line of warriors.  Though our kingdom has known peace, there are always those that are willing and able to serve.  None more so than Blakely.  He is the last of his line, at least until he takes his own bride.  He is brave and the trappings of nobility don't suite him, though he knows what he needs to in that regard.  I believe his down-to-earth attitude and ability to empathize with others will be a tremendous asset.

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The Rosas... Young Adrian has potentional.  He is a bright young man and has his family's flair and charisma.  Whether he has the drive, the desire to be King remains to be seen.  Of course, I believe he may have help in that area.

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Lady Ferina. She should have been Queen.  She had been betrothed to Marcus.  But after his death, and my ascension to the throne, her chance was lost.  Even after losing Amelia, she offered to become my wife to ensure the Bulwark line would continue.  Oh, she wasn't so overt.  But the offer had been there.  I imagine the poor lad will participate, whether he initially wishes to or not.  I would almost feel guilty, but I cannot afford that.  Besides, I do believe he would make a good King, given the chance.

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The Campbells have been a great asset to our kingdom and to me personally.  Young Beatrice's father was a hard man to like, but I couldn't fault his research or his results.  The daughter is brilliant.  And if I am not mistaken, I see a woman who is passionate about what she believes in.  She thinks through problems carefully and doesn't look before she leaps.  That is essential for a ruler.  I believe that underlying passion will give her all she needs to rule.

King Darian allowed himself a small smile.  He wasn't entirely sure that any of his candidates wanted the throne, but he was sure that they would do their duty.  He was counting on it.

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Perhaps I'm crazy for attempting this.  It could be said I shirked my duty by refusing to take another bride.  Perhaps.  But I had a duty as well, to my wife's memory.  The Bulwark line ends with me, but my Kingdom will be provided for.  I will make sure of that.  I can hold out that long.

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He looked up at his wife's portrait again.  "Soon, my heart.  Soon.  We'll be reunited."  He raised a hand toward the portrait, grimacing as his old bones creaked and ached.  He had learned patience during his reign, but it seemed to have all gone out the window.

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He was putting his kingdom in the hands of three people.  He hoped his sense of people hadn't gone the way of his old bones...  Only time would tell, however.

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Re: Lasting Legacies- a modified RKC
« Reply #5 on: March 22, 2018, 12:09:32 AM »
Just wanted to say that I'm so excited to see that you will be starting this story soon!
Will you be sharing your One to Rule Them All challenge story too? :D

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Hehe, yup.  In fact, it will be leading up to the rest of the challenge.  So I'll be starting with One to Rule Them All.  Once the new Monarch is crowned, then the rest of the challenge begins.

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Re: Lasting Legacies- a modified RKC New 3/22/18
« Reply #6 on: March 22, 2018, 01:28:17 AM »
Since you quoted me above, I deleted my initial post. I didn't mean it to come between your set up and your prologue!
Sorry (for being overly excited)! *grins sheepishly

Aaaaand, I love the way you are leading into your main challenge with your ageing, heartbroken king writing in his journal.
I can catch little glimpses of your builds behind each candidate....
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Re: Lasting Legacies- a modified RKC New 3/22/18
« Reply #7 on: March 22, 2018, 06:41:38 PM »
What a wonderful start! I'm loving the set-up with the three candidates competing for the throne. It's sure to be a fierce battle! They all look very much up to the challenge.
The King is such a tragic, romantic figure. I love him already!

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Re: Lasting Legacies- a modified RKC New 3/22/18
« Reply #8 on: March 24, 2018, 06:56:27 AM »
Ah fabulous as always. Can't wait to see how all of this unfolds.  :)
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Re: Lasting Legacies- a modified RKC New 3/22/18
« Reply #9 on: March 26, 2018, 02:27:08 AM »
Since you quoted me above, I deleted my initial post. I didn't mean it to come between your set up and your prologue!
Sorry (for being overly excited)! *grins sheepishly

Aaaaand, I love the way you are leading into your main challenge with your ageing, heartbroken king writing in his journal.
I can catch little glimpses of your builds behind each candidate....
*sits on hands and waits patiently, kinda

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hehehe, I will be posting up some photos of the first build soon.  Was hoping to have an update tonight, but haven't finished my first week with Blakely yet.  Ended up going up to visit my sister and the family, so things have been a bit hectic the last few days.  But I do have most of an update done.  Hopefully, by tomorrow night I'll have it up.

What a wonderful start! I'm loving the set-up with the three candidates competing for the throne. It's sure to be a fierce battle! They all look very much up to the challenge.
The King is such a tragic, romantic figure. I love him already!

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Thank you!  I think it will be.  Each of them is very different, but I'm already having tons of fun!  And the King, oh my the King.  Originally only meant as a kind of figurehead, he's becoming much more than that as I write him, so I'm really glad you like him ^^

Ah fabulous as always. Can't wait to see how all of this unfolds.  :)

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Thanks so much!  Good to be writing again.


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Ok, as I said to Oshizu, I have a good chunk of an update written, but need to finish out Blakely's first week and get some more screenshots, then I will be able to post it.  But probably not until after work tomorrow.  Thanks for reading!

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Re: Lasting Legacies- a modified RKC New 3/22/18
« Reply #10 on: March 26, 2018, 02:43:25 AM »
We are waiting impatiently.... :D

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« Reply #11 on: March 26, 2018, 05:03:22 AM »
We are waiting impatiently.... :D
Yes, yes we are! But rl comes first so we understand.  :)
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1.1 King Material?
« Reply #12 on: March 26, 2018, 05:48:04 PM »
@Playalot and @oshizu

Your impatience is rewarded!  I had some time at work so I could get an update up ^^

1.1: King Material?

The birds sang, the sun was bright overhead.  The pounding of rubber soles against the pavement, the gentle click of nails against the same.  There was something about the rhythm and cadence of a good run that put Blakely into a good mood.  He grinned and looked back at his faithful companion.

"What ya think, Maxim?  Keep going?"

The big dog gave a rough woof in answer.  Blakely laughed.  "That's what I thought, too!"

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After a while, though, master and dog knew they had to go back home.

"C'mon, boy.  Should get back."  There was a hint of regret to his tone.  There were days it was far easier to just keep running than it was to do the things he was supposed to.  He knew there was little point in wishing it were otherwise.  He had been born to the Dorans, a noble family with a storied and prestigious history.  While he was proud of that history, he didn't feel as if he belonged.  At least, not when it came to certain aspects.

He was still thinking of the letter he had received the day before.  It wasn't everyday that one received a letter from the King, after all.  The King's proposal had come as a shock.  Oh, he had known the King had no intention of finding a new bride.  It had been obvious from the look in his eyes every time Blakely had seen or spoken to him.  Still, this was unprecedented.  But it did make a certain amount of sense.  Still, the fact that King Darian wanted him to partake in this was hard to contemplate.

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As he headed up the steps with Maxim, the dog let out a another woof.  "Yeah, yeah.  No comments from you," Blakely chided with a grin.

Maxim cocked his head to the side.  Blakely swore he was laughing at him.  He often thought Maxim was smarter than most humans, including himself. Definitely more sensible, at any rate.

The two headed inside.  "Stay."  Maxim sat down obediently while Blakely headed upstairs to change.

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Blakely had just finished donning his everyday clothes when there was a knock at the door of his quarters.  "Come in."

The door opened a crack.  "Lord Blakely?  You have a visitor."

Blakely frowned.  "Meredith?"  She rarely called him 'Lord'.  It was one of those things he hated.  The woman had been with their family for years and had raised him after his parents died.  For her to refer to him as Lord now was a subtle hint.  That and her tone.

The door shut again. Pondering who it could be, Blakely opened the door and strode out.  He made it downstairs and when he looked across, he noticed that the door was open and Meredith was bowing low.  When he saw who stood in the doorway, his eyes widened.  He quickened his step.

"Your Highness!"

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King Darian smiled at Blakely and inclined his head.  "I apologize for the intrusion."

Blakely shook his head.  "No, not at all.  I should be apologizing to you.  I got your letter yesterday.  I had planned on sending back a reply that I would come to you.  I regret that you made the trip."

"Nonsense.  I am the one that will be imposing upon you.  It was only right I come.  That and I have always enjoyed your beautiful home."

He heard a quiet clearing of the throat from Meredith near the door.

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Remembering his manners, Blakely stood away from the door.  "Please, come in.  We can talk in the parlor."  He led the King to the most comfortable area of the house and bid him to sit.

King Darian took a look around the room for a moment before taking the indicated seat.

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"I remember coming here, to visit with your mother and father," he murmured quietly, a faraway look in his eye.  "I'm sorry it's taken me so long to come for a proper visit and even sorrier that it took something of this nature to precipitate it."

Blakely shook his head.  "Your Highness-"

King Darian held up a hand.  "Please, I would prefer you not stand on such formality in your own home.  Darian will do just fine."

At Blakely's hestitation, Darian chuckled.  "If you feel that uncomfortable using my given name, sir will do."

Blakely's sigh of relief brought out another chuckle.  "Old habits, sir."  Blakely waited for the King to sit and then sat in the chair adjacent to him.

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"I won't waste either of our time," the King began.  "Blakely, I've followed you closely for a number of years.  I know you excelled at your training.  All of the knights speak highly of you.  I also know that, despite your disdain for Court, you also excelled at your other studies."

Blakely winced.  "It's not a- disdain, sir, so much as an- annoyance."

King Darian grinned.  "Oh aye, I'm aware.  I know it all seems rather silly. Some of it is tradition, some of it is just pomp and ceremony.  I tend to agree with your opinion of it, but tradition has it's place."  The grin faded.  "Especially since I am about to throw some of the most important traditions out the window."  He bowed his head, his eyes closed as he pulled in a breath.  "After I lost my wife, by all rights, I should have wed another."  He picked up his head and looked at Blakely, his gaze intense.  "I didn't.  I couldn't.  I put being a man over being a King.  I do not want this Kingdom, my people, to pay for that.  I will not see this land plunged into a civil war, as Windenburg was.  So I am asking more of you than I have the right to-"

"Sir, forgive my interruption-"  The look in Blakely's eyes didn't ask for forgivness, "-but I don't think that is accurate.  You have the right to ask whatever of me that you wish.  My father swore his loyalty to you.  My grandfather swore his loyalty to your father.  So on, back to the first Bulwark.  I swore my loyalty to you as soon as my training was completed."  He paused long enough to pull in a deep breath.  "I will do my best, sir.  I care about this kingdom, too.  If it means I may become King- so be it."

There was a pregnant pause for a moment as the two men's gaze met and held.  King Darian threw back his head and roared with laughter.  Blakely sat there, startled as the King struggled to control his mirth.

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Still getting the laughter under control, King Darian wiped a few tears from his eyes.  "How refreshing," he managed.  He inhaled a breath, the last of the mirth dying away.  "Thank you.  Sorry to startle you.  But it's the first time in a long time that someone has been honest with me.  While I have observed you, there is a part of me that wondered what kind of ruler you might make.  I think I know now."

He stood up.  When Blakely would have risen, he waved him down.  "No, no.  Please, don't get up.  I'll see myself out."  Blakely sat there awkwardly for a moment, both his knightly training and his courtly training screaming at him.  The King shook his head.  "I'm sure we'll see each other again, lad.  Go on.  Relax for a little while."  He stopped and winked at the younger man.  "You'll be quite busy for the foreseeable future."

Blakely did as he was ordered (it was the only way he could think about it without wincing) and remained seated.  The King wandered out.  On the way, stopped and looked down at Maxim.  He let the dog sniff his hand, then gave the animal a quick pat.  "Good boy," Darian murmured.  "Look after your master."  Then the King was gone.

Blakely sat there a moment longer, then he got up and wandered over to the mantle.  The mirror that hung above the fireplace greeted him with his own image.  He stared at it for a long moment, wearing a grin he wasn't sure he felt at that moment.  Grinning was better than the alternative.  Meredith would have his head if he did any form of damage.

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After a moment, he strode down the couple of steps, across the great room, then up the stairs toward the kitchen.  Maxim stood up as well from his place and followed after his master.  Blakely put food in Maxim's bowl.

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Needing to clear his head, Blakely changed once again.  Then he headed to the basement, where he had equipment set up.  Though he would have preferred to forego the gloves, he didn't want Meredith to worry about his knuckles.  So he put them on.  Then he began to pummel the dummy in front of him.

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As the rhythm of the movement and the sound of his gloves thudding against the canvas of the bag echoed around him, Blakely lost himself.  He felt the tension drain out, be replaced by the pleasing burn of physical exertion.  Only once he had worked up quite a sweat did he stop.  He got up to the bathroom to wash up.  He smiled.  Meredith had left a towel out for him and had even filled up the tub.  He normally bathed in the bathroom off of his quarters, but he figured this was her way of saying he needed a bath now.

Not one to annoy Meredith, Blakely slid into the warm water with a grunt.  It felt good, the water.  He lay there for a moment, letting it soak into his muscles.  It wasn't the burn from the exercise that had made him exhausted.

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There was a lot to think about.  He'd told the King the truth.  He cared about the Kingdom, but being King hadn't been part of the plan.  Granted, there were two others that were involved.  So there was still a chance that he wouldn't be King.  Still, he had promised the King he would try.  He couldn't give less than his best.  If he became King, so be it.

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Technology was a marvel that Blakely couldn't get over.  It wasn't exactly his forte, by any means, but he had learned enough to handle the tasks he had to complete on the force.  He placed his sample in the tube, eyeing the amount of solution he had just added.

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Though he had served his alloted time on the force when he had gone through his training, Blakely had remained.  He thought it an honor to protect and serve.  Though it was a force comprised of those from some of the other kingdoms, the other noble families tended to only participate in the minimum requirements.  Blakely had chosen to remain, to see how far he could go. He knew many of the others thought him crazy.  That was ok, by him.  Work was just the distraction he needed for the time being.

That and Maxim.  It was nice to come home, find the big dog waiting there for him.  He'd often greet his master with a hug.

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Then Maxim would get a treat and a good brushing.

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He was a good guard dog... most of the time.

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Truth be told, without Maxim and Meredith, Blakely was sure he would have gone stark raving mad by that point.  Between the force and this competition, the stress was high.  After a particularly trying day, when not even pounding on the bag for hours did anything to alleviate the raging flood of anxiety, Blakely was growling under his breath.

Meredith stopped him.  "I know I didn't just hear that word come out of your mouth."

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He had to bite his tongue.  The venom was far too close to the surface for his liking.  Meredith didn't deserve him taking his temper out on her.  When he didn't say anything, Meredith pointed to the chair.  "Sit."

Ill-tempered, he sat, wanting to get the lecture over with.  It wasn't as if he didn't know what she was going to tell him already.  He had heard it all already.  He knew he wasn't a very good aristocrat.  Never had been.  He doubted he ever would be.

"Blakely, my boy."  Her gentle tone surprised him.  "Don't let this tear you down."

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She reached a hand back to him and placed it on his shoulder.  "Your parents would be so proud of you.  I'm so proud of you."

He had to swallow past the lump in his throat.  "I-I know I'm not the aristocrat you want me to be."

She waved that off.  "That's not true.  The fact of the matter is, you are more noble than anyone I know.  Perhaps you could adhere to tradition more."  She smiled softly at him.  "But I wouldn't change you one little bit."  She stood up and held her arms out.

The two hugged tightly.  "You're the only family I have," he murmured to her.  "I-I want to do you and my parents proud."

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That night, Blakely went to sleep with a much lighter heart.  No matter what happened, he would do his duty.  Whether he became King or not, that was something he could promise absolutely.

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Re: Lasting Legacies- a modified RKC New 3/22/18
« Reply #13 on: March 26, 2018, 05:57:55 PM »
Fabulous, detailed, descriptive, captivating and simply wonderful. You know I'm going to say it; more please. I can see your characters are going to be lovable, complex and a joy to read about. I hope you're not going to make us have to choose between them!  ;)
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Re: Lasting Legacies- a modified RKC New 3/22/18
« Reply #14 on: March 26, 2018, 05:58:46 PM »
Aww, good dutiful Blakely! But is loyalty enough? I think we'll find out soon.
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« Reply #15 on: March 26, 2018, 07:42:24 PM »
I want to declare allegiance to Team Blakely already. Brooding, but dutiful, and he has a fantastic dog! I really loved this chapter, especially the scene with the King, and Blakely having to fight tooth and nail against his proper upbringing. I love Meredith, too, though. She's a perfect support for our hero.
Can't wait to see what the other two candidates are like!

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« Reply #16 on: March 27, 2018, 12:24:46 AM »
I too am casting my lot with Blakely! Loyal and dutiful, he will also put the kingdom above all else.
Also, I like his detachment from the petty rivalries at court (which I assume exist)--his disinterest in political maneuvering also commends him.
Meredith is super! She knows exactly what he needs and when.

A captivating introduction to the first royal contender!

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Re: Lasting Legacies- a modified RKC New 3/26/18
« Reply #17 on: March 28, 2018, 01:25:32 AM »
Fabulous, detailed, descriptive, captivating and simply wonderful. You know I'm going to say it; more please. I can see your characters are going to be lovable, complex and a joy to read about. I hope you're not going to make us have to choose between them!  ;)

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Awww, thank you so much!  Don't worry, there is more to come!  In a little bit even ^^

Aww, good dutiful Blakely! But is loyalty enough? I think we'll find out soon.

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Isn't he just?  We will!  I don't even know lol.  I'm attempting to keep as caught up between game and story as I can.  During my work week, I don't get as much time to play as I would like, but Thurs/Fri, I should get some decent play time in.

I want to declare allegiance to Team Blakely already. Brooding, but dutiful, and he has a fantastic dog! I really loved this chapter, especially the scene with the King, and Blakely having to fight tooth and nail against his proper upbringing. I love Meredith, too, though. She's a perfect support for our hero.
Can't wait to see what the other two candidates are like!

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I'm in love with Blakely too XD Though I am in love with all the Sims I made for this.  They are so alive and real in my head.  I've only just played a few hours into the Rosas week and I love Adrian already XD So it's true that my favorite is the Sim I'm currently playing lol.  But they are pretty distinct in my head, so that's good.  Hope I can convey that when I update about Adrian.

I too am casting my lot with Blakely! Loyal and dutiful, he will also put the kingdom above all else.
Also, I like his detachment from the petty rivalries at court (which I assume exist)--his disinterest in political maneuvering also commends him.
Meredith is super! She knows exactly what he needs and when.

A captivating introduction to the first royal contender!

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Oh my!  Team Blakely keeps growing! lol I can't blame anyone, really hehehe.


Update for the rest of Blakely's first week is incoming!  Hope everyone enjoys.  Tried something.  We'll see if it pays off XD

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1.2: (Almost) End of the Line
« Reply #18 on: March 28, 2018, 01:28:29 AM »
1.2: (Almost) End of the Line

The fire crackled.  A pair of red eyes reflected the light of flames, creating a jeweled effect.  The knock on the door wasn't lost on her, but she waited a moment before calling out, "Enter."

The door opened. An identical pair of red eyes stared at her.  "I saw him."

The figure standing near the fireplace turned.  "And?"

"I believe the stories about him."

"Does that ease your mind?"

"Yes, I suppose so.  Do you think he will accept your- our- proposal?"

"I believe he will."  The Queen of Oasis Springs went to her sister, her twin and put a hand on each shoulder.  "Sister, I would never choose one for you that wouldn't be worthy."

"I know that, I do.  But it's hard.  I will never be Queen here and I am more than content with that.  I also understand an alliance with Newcrest, especially to a contender for the throne, would be invaluable for our kingdom.  I just- wish I didn't feel like cattle."

"Is that anyway to speak of my sister?" Queen Eve admonished her sister, then grinned.  "Adisa, you are a woman any man would be proud to call his wife.  I specifically chose Lord Blakely because I thought the two of you would suite.  Have I ever steered you wrong before?"

"No, of course not."  Adisa worried at her bottom lip.  Then she smiled slyly at her sister.  "He's quite handsome."

Giggles rang out through the Queen's chambers as the two women continued to plan.

*****

Blakely looked out the window, frowning.  "I've seen her somewhere before," he murmured, though he couldn't quite place the face.  It was a bit worrisome, considering he was normally so good with faces.

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He shrugged it off, though something nagged at his consciousness.  Where had he seen her before?  Perhaps it would come to him later.

The force was keeping him plenty busy.  Luckily, most things were easily solved with a few questions.  Patrols could be interesting, to say the least.  It was his week to patrol the Bay of a Thousand Waves.  It was a trek at times, but he thought the place had a charm all its own.  The patrol itself had been pretty routine, at least until he'd heard the shouts and curses.

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By the time he'd gotten there, though, only one of the combatants of the fight remained. He'd issued a citation to the winner, worried about the woman who had limped off, according to witnesses.

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He had spoken to one of the detectives about it.  But Dominick had told him he had to keep on moving.  "There isn't much we can do if they won't file a report or don't want to get checked out.  You did your job.  Sometimes, it's all we can do."

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Blakely wasn't satisfied with that answer, but he knew Dominick was right.  Still, for the most part, he enjoyed his job.  He enjoyed getting to know the citizenry of the different kingdoms.  Many had thought this combined police force was a ludicrous idea.  It flew in the face of tradition.  But the fact of the matter was, none of the Kingdoms could survive completely isolated, not any longer.  Change was coming.  Blakely thought embracing it was the way to go, mostly anyway.

The one change he still wasn't quite sure on was this competition.  But he had given his word.  So he'd do his best.  As it was, things hadn't changed that much.  He was still coming home, working out, playing with Maxim.  The one thing he had yet to do, however, was think about something that every noble had to deal with: marriage.  It didn't matter if he became King or not.  In order to fulfill his duty to his family, and his name, he had to find a wife.  The idea of an arranged marriage had always infuriated him.

That was something he'd put off as long as he could.

For the time being, he had to figure out how to keep Maxim from running off again.  The dog was too used to the training.  Being idle for too long made him too antsy.  He'd been gone for quite a while.  And when he had come back, he was an utter mess.

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Taking him up three flights of stairs to the bathroom in the northwest tower wasn't the brightest idea, Blakely had to admit.  At least Maxim appeared pleased with himself as the warm water penetrated his coat and his master rubbed the lather through his fur.

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Once they were done, Maxim followed Blakely down to the basement, watching his master on the weight machine.  "Don't look at me like that," Blakely told the dog.  "You're the one that went Matriarch knows where for days."

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The dog sat down and let out a concillatory whine.  Blakely laughed.  "Suppose I can't hold it against you.  You aren't any more used to this than I am, huh?"  He sat up on the bench and gave Maxim's head a vigorous rub.  The big dog's tail wagged.

"We'll have to go for a nice long run before bed.  Does that sound-"  A scream rent the air.

Blakely was moving before the sound faded.  He was up the stairs in a flash.  After bursting into the main room, he saw a horrible sight:  flames licked around Meredith!  He wasted no time, grabbing an estinguisher to battle the flames.

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After the whoosh of the extinguisher was silenced and the cloud of icy carbon dioxide cleared, Meredith stood there, shaking.  "Are you ok?  Should I call the doctor?"

It took a moment, but she shook her head.  "N-no.  I-I'll be ok.  I-I'm not burned seriously.  A shower will go a long way."

He was worried, but trusted her.  Still, after the adrenaline and the terror, he needed to calm down a bit.  So he sat and crossed his legs.  Closing his eyes, he did his best to try to relax.

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After a time, it seemed to help.  Deciding there had been enough excitement for one day, Blakely checked on Meredith.  She was sound asleep.  After watching her a few minutes to make sure she was alright, he headed up to bed.  As he slipped into sleep, a face kept popping into his head, a pretty face with red eyes.  Where had he seen her before?

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« Reply #19 on: March 28, 2018, 02:08:49 AM »
Ooooh, now I fear for Meredith's life!
Awwww, I would hate to see Blakely (or anysim, for that matter, but especially Blakely) manipulated into matrimony.
What is going on? What's happening next?
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« Reply #20 on: March 28, 2018, 08:23:48 AM »
Oh my! What intrigue, what plans and machinations.
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« Reply #21 on: March 29, 2018, 01:22:39 AM »
Ooh! A mysterious woman enters! One with violent tendencies! I'm dying to know if she and Blakely will hit it off.

Poor Meredith. I hope the other rivals aren't resorting to sabotage already! I'm clutching my Team Blakely banner anxiously.

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Re: Lasting Legacies- a modified RKC New 3/28/18
« Reply #22 on: March 31, 2018, 12:12:30 AM »
Ooooh, now I fear for Meredith's life!
Awwww, I would hate to see Blakely (or anysim, for that matter, but especially Blakely) manipulated into matrimony.
What is going on? What's happening next?
*clings to the edge of my seat

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Sadly, Blake's week is over.  Stay tuned, he'll be back!  Our next candidate is up ^^

Oh my! What intrigue, what plans and machinations.

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Mwahahahahahaha, yes.  They are aristocrats, after all hehehehe

Ooh! A mysterious woman enters! One with violent tendencies! I'm dying to know if she and Blakely will hit it off.

Poor Meredith. I hope the other rivals aren't resorting to sabotage already! I'm clutching my Team Blakely banner anxiously.

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Hehehehe, the funny part is, she showed up every day Blakely was at work lol

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1.3: The Black Rose

"Mother, I don't know about this."

"Nonsense, son.  This is our family's chance!  You could be King!"

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Lord Adrian Rosa stood up.  He had known when his mother had summoned him to her chambers that it couldn't be good news for him.  It rarely was where his mother was concerned.  And no matter what his own feelings on the matter, arguing with her wouldn't do any good.

"Yes, Mother."  He walked out of her room, a smile plastered on his face.

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Once he got away, Adrian let out a sigh.  A letter from the King should have been an honor.  Especially one addressed to him.  He supposed it was an honor, or at least it would be if it was what he wanted.  Others would jump at the chance.  His mother sure as Watcher was.  He groaned.  Once his mother got an idea in her head, there was no changing her mind.

This couldn't have come up at a worst time.  His mother had already brought up the subject of marriage.  It wasn't as if he didn't know what was expected of him.  It had only been beat into his head since he could remember.  Still, it all seemed way too sudden.  It was bad enough having to be head of the illustrious Rosa family.  He was proud of his family; he loved his mother and he even loved his family's history.  But it was a hard legacy to live up to.

The only saving grace was that the letter came late.  So he could use retiring as an excuse.  Of course, it would only delay the inevitable discussion, but at least it was a reprieve.

The next morning, Adrian looked at himself in the mirror.

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The thought of sneaking out of the house to avoid his mother entered his mind.  He dismissed it just as quickly, bracing both hands on either side of the sink.  He sighed.  He remembered little of the father who had passed when he'd been a child.  What he did remember was him frequently saying, "Might as well get the unpleasant over with.  Then you can just concentrate on the pleasant."  Then he'd laugh.  Adrian remembered that great booming laugh.  He sighed again.  Best to get it over with.

He padded down to the family room.  While the rest of Rosa Manor was a testament to the soirees they loved to throw, the family room was just that: it was a private room for them.  His mother was already there, watching the news.  When he came in, she turned the TV off and smiled at him.  "Good morning, my boy."

"Mother."  He sat down next to her.

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"Son, I know you aren't thrilled with this.  But think of the opportunity!  You are a smart, wonderful young man.  You have what it takes to be a great King!"

He managed a half-smile for her.  "You're my mother.  You're biased."

"Well, of course I am!  But that doesn't make it less true!"

Adrian laughed.  It faded quickly enough, however.  "Mother, I-I'm proud of being a Rosa.  You know that.  But- King?"  He held up a hand to forstall her.  "I know what happened with you.  I know you were meant to wed Marcus.  But you didn't.  I know you wanted to become Queen.  I-I don't know what kind of ruler I'd make.  And the thing is, I'm competing with two other people!  Both are older and have more accomplishments than I do."

Rather than the argument he expected, Ferina was silent for a moment.  "I loved your father, Adrian.  He was a good man.  But we were better friends than man and wife.  We did our duty for the family line."  She looked at him, unshed tears in her eyes.  "Marcus- he was the love of my life.  We met as children.  It had been agreed we'd wed upon coming of age.  It was a day we both looked forward to.  At first, we hated one another, as children often do.  But it grew.  First into friendship.  Then into something more.  After-after the accident, both Marcus and my older brother were dead.  I-I wanted to be Queen, Adrian, to be with Marcus."

He swallowed.  "Mother-"

She shook her head.  "No, it's alright.  I know I can be difficult.  I don't want you to be King for me, Adrian.  I want you to be King because I believe that you can do it.  This kingdom will need a strong ruler.  Yes, I know the other two families involved.  And yes, they each have more experience.  But I know you and know what you are capable of, Adrian.  I just hope that you can see your own worth.  Even should you not win, if you can gain that, I would be more than happy."

Adrian could only look at his mother for a moment.  He couldn't seem to speak past the lump in his throat.  She bumped his shoulder with hers.  "Go on now.  Get ready for school.  I will see you when you return home."

He just nodded and made his escape.

Lady Ferina watched her son walk out the door.  Only after he was gone did she get up.  After dressing for the day, she, too, left the Manor.  She was proud of her son.  But it didn't mean she wouldn't give him a nudge in the right direction.  She had spent a lot of time looking for his perfect match.  It was time to go nudge that along.

Windenburg was a pretty place, though Newcrest's beauty couldn't be replicated, in her opinion.  The Island had potentional, certainly.  She looked up at the house, nodding appreciatively.  The Lighthouse didn't have quite the penache or old world charm of Rosa Manor, but it was a nice house.  She appreciated the large windows that took advantage of the view.

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She knocked on the door.  A butler led her inside.  "Lady Ferina!  It's wonderful to see you."  The handsome gentleman took his hands in hers and kissed her knuckles.

"Lord Donovan.  It has been too long."

"Aye, that it has.  Please, sit, please."

Lady Ferina did so, Lord Donovan joining her.

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"How's your lovely wife?  I heard she's expecting again."

Lord Donovan laughed.  "Aye.  We thought the twins would be it.  But the Watcher saw fit to bless us once more."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you."  Lord Donovan's expression became cagey.  "Now, if I understand your letter, you wished to speak with me about my sister?"

Ferina nodded.  "Yes.  I realize it must seem old-fashioned now.  To discuss such matters.  But I think it is safe to say that we want what is best for those we love, wouldn't you agree?"

Donovan inclined his head.  "Aye, I would say so.  But as you pointed out, it is rather old fashioned.  Arranged marriages are becoming a thing of the past."

"Yes, yes I know.  I am not here to force anyone.  I would never force my child to marry someone he didn't wish to.  I am simply here to discuss them meeting, to see where things go.  If things go well, which I think it will, then I think it would be beneficial for both of our families.  But first things first.  I would like to invite you and your lovely family to our home for dinner soon.  We would be honored for you to join us.  My son can meet your sister."

Lord Donovan sat back for a moment, pondering the invitation.  Slowly, he nodded.  "I accept your kind invitation.  Thank you.  We would be delighted to join you.  But- I will say that.  I will not force my sister into anything."

"No, of course not!  This is just for them to meet, get to know one another."

As the small talk continued, Ferina gave herself a mental pat on the back.  Her plan was set into motion.

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"Ah, here she is!  Marisa, I would like you to meet Lady Ferina Rosa."  Donovan stood up, introducing his sister to Ferina.

"Hello, m'Lady."

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She was polite and breathtaking.  Ferina smiled serenly.  "It's a pleasure to meet you, my dear."  She looked at the two toddlers that had followed the young woman into the living room.  "My, look at how cute they are!"

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"They're cute, but a terror."

"Lady Ayla!  My, you look radiant!  My congratulations."

The heavily pregnant woman smiled.  "Thank you, truly."  She reached down (Ferina wasn't sure how she managed it) to pick up her son.

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The two conversed for a while, talking of children and the joys- and tribulations- of raising them.  "I apologize, but I must get this one upstairs and changed.  Donovan told me of your invition. I hope we can make it work."  She patted her stomach for a moment.  "It will just depend upon this little one."

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Lady Ferina nodded.  "Of course.  Of course.  I will be sure you get the invitation.  Should you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask.  I will take my leave of you all now."

*****

The day had been a rough one.  All through school, Adrian hadn't been able to get this so-called competition out of his mind.  He was tense.  He'd avoided his mother as much as possible after he'd completed his homework.  He could only dodge her questions for so long.

Using the excuse of going for a jog, he headed outside.  It was getting dark, but that was alright.  He enjoyed it more that way.

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He hadn't lied to his mother.  He did enjoy running.  But there was more to this excursion.  He went to the one place he felt really at home: the tavern.  Most there knew him, but they didn't treat him any differently than anyone else.  He loved that about the place.  His mother would be horrified if she knew he went to such a common place.  But it was the one place where he felt like he belonged.

"If'n it wasn't the Lord of Rosa Manor!  Haven't seen you in a spell, Adrian."

Adrian grinned at the man at the bar as he slid onto the stool.

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"Haven't been able to get away, Antonio.  How's life treating you?"

Antonio waggled his eyebrows.  "Pretty well, pretty well."  He eyed his friend sideways.  "You ok?"

Adrian had it on the tip of his tongue to pass it off, but he found himself saying, "I don't know.  There's this- thing going on here.  Mother's hammering me on it.  Just- not sure I can do it."

Antonio pursed his lips, sipping at his drink.  He didn't get a chance to comment as more of the regular patrons flooded the barroom.

Adrian found himself surrounded.  He grinned, cracking jokes with those around him.

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After a while, when some of the others had thinned out, Antonio stood there, sipping on his drink as he looked down at his younger friend.  "You and me, we got the kind of mothers that drive us nuts."  It was certainly true.  It was how they had bounded from the first.  "But ya know," Antonio continued, swirling his drink thoughtfully, "regardless, they love us.  They want what's best for us, even if we don't agree.  Maybe there's a way for both of ya to get what you want."

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Adrian thought about that all the way home and as he crept into the house.  He was going to head up to his room when he saw the light shinging under the door of the family room.  He grimaced.  Sighing, he opened the door and stepped in.  The TV was on and his mother sat on the couch, but he could tell she wasn't really watching it.

"Hello Mother."

She looked up at him, smiling.  Though he didn't miss the sheen of tears in her eyes.  "Mama..."

"Don't mind me, baby."  She patted the couch.  "C'mon, join your old mama."

He did so, sitting down on the edge.  "Look, mother, I-"

"You don't need to explain, Adrian.  I do understand."

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"Do you?  Mother, I-I am proud of being a Rosa.  But- there are times it feels as if I don't belong."

"Belong? Adrian, what nonsense is that?"

He waved his hands around in frustration.  "It's- hard to explain.  I want to do you proud.  But- I don't know about this being King.  I don't know if I'm cut out for it.  I like being with people.  But leading them?"  He shook his head.  "I-I just don't know."

"Son."  He had never heard his mother's voice be so- gentle.  His mother was a force to be reckoned with.  Her maternal side tended toward the brusque.  "My boy.  I would never force you to do something you didn't wish to do.  That goes for anything.  I know our conversation the other day about marriage didn't sit well with you.  I'm your mother, Adrian.  I want to see my boy happy.  I also see your potential.  I believe that you make a great king.  Your way with people is one of the very reasons why I think that."

Adrian frowned.  "Really?"

"Yes, really."  Ferina pursed her lips.  "As far as marriage.  Again, I would never force you to accept someone you couldn't care about.  That doesn't mean I won't try to help in that regard.  I have invited someone to dinner."  She held up a hand.  "The Xaviers.  They are an aristocratic family from Windenburg.  Lord Donovan has a sister, Lady Marisa."  She smacked his shoulder lightly.  "Don't give me that look.  They are all coming for dinner.  I just want you to meet the girl.  That and we haven't entertained in far too long."

That was true.  Since his father had passed, the soirees and events that Rosa Manor had been known had been few and far between.  "No pressure?"

"No, no pressure.  Just meet her.  If you don't hit it off, that's the end of it.  And as far as the competition, hold off on making a decision on that.  We have an appointment tomorrow morning.  At the castle."

Adrian winced.  "The castle?  Oh..."

Ferina chuckled.  "Don't worry.  I think you will enjoy the King.  King Darian is a good man.  Now, go on, go get some sleep, son."

*****

Adrian looked up at the castle walls, a slight feeling of awe coming over him.  Castle Newcrest had been a beacon on the horizon since he could remember.  He had been to it before, but only once that he could remember.  He'd been very young then.  He thought that maybe, being older, it wouldn't affect him so.  That certainly wasn't the case.

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A very prim butler, even primer than their own, led them through the castle, up several flights of stairs, directly to the King's personal chambers!  Adrian looked around it for a moment, awe-struck once again.  "Your Majesty."  His mother smiled at the man that sat upon the couch in the center.

King Darian stood up, inclining his head at Lady Ferina with a smile.  "Ferina, you know better than to stand on that kind of ceremony with me."  He turned his smile onto Adrian.  "My, I can't believe this is your son.  The last that I saw of him, he only reached my waist."  He put out his hand and Adrian gripped it tightly.  "Please, sit, my dear Lady."

Ferina inclined her head, glided to the sofa and sat down.

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"Both of you, make yourself at home."  He put a gentle hand on Ferina's shoulder.  "It's good to see you.  We shouldn't let so much time go by in between visits."

"You have a good point there.  Time just seems to- slip by."

"It does, too quickly, no matter what we do."

Ferina looked at the King.  "Why don't I leave you too to talk."

"Thank you.  Your room is prepared.  If you would like to freshen up, relax while I talk with young Adrian."

"I think I'll do that."  She went to the King, kissed his cheek, then she was gone, leaving the two of them alone.

Adrian sat on the sofa, the King stood.  They two men eyed one another.  Adrian wasn't sure what to say.

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King Darian smiled.  "I understand you have some questions."

"Yes sir, I do.  The first one being: why me?"  Adrian surprised himself at how blunt he was.  He had everything he could do to control the wince.

The King grinned.  "Why you, hm?  Well, there are many reasons, but chief among them is: your family has always been loyal to the Bulwarks and more importantly, to this kingdom.  But as to why you, personally?  You have a charm and charisma about you.  What's more is, you have an understanding, not just of the nobility, but the common people."  There was a knowing look in his eyes that had Adrian shifting uncomfortably.  Did he know about his trips to the tavern?

"Um, sire-"

The King shook his head.  "Please, call me Darian.  And you don't have to justify yourself to me.  The truth of the matter is, I believe your connection with our people would be a true assett to our kingdom.  I know you have doubts.  Any sane man would.  So I would say you more than qualified."  The King motioned to the chairs by the fire.  "Come, join me over there.  My old bones get chilled too easily of late."

Adrian followed him over and sat.  He wore a frown for a moment as he looked into the fire. "Si-Darian, can I ask you something?  Why this competition?"

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The King sat back in his chair, steepling his hands in front of his face.  "It's true, I could have chosen one of you and named them heir.  It would be the same result, I suppose.  But I chose this way for two reasons: the first and most important one was to give everyone a fair shot.  The second reason is that it is an indication of each of your devotion to this kingdom.  It may not be fair to do this.  I made the choice not to marry again.  But I made that decision.  Now, I have to make sure my decision of heir will carry on protecting this kingdom.  This was the only way I could ensure those who competed were sincere."

The King laughed at the look on Adrian's face.  "Yes, I know.  What if any of you- or all of you- say no?  Well, let's just say that there is a reason I chose the three of you.  If any of you choose not to participate, that's fine.  But I believe I know you all well enough to know you will at least try.  Am I wrong?"

Adrian sighed.  "No, no you aren't.  Even if I have my doubts, I don't want to let you, my mother- anyone down."

"That's admirable.  Perhaps along the way, you'll find your own way there."

Adrian sat back, his expression thoughtful.  "Perhaps."

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I love that the King knows about Adrian's trips to the tavern and reflects this back as a strength. I think Adrian may surprise us all yet.  :)
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