The roar of cannons sounded through the air. The king’s cavalry found it hard to see the enemy through the thick blanket of fog that covered King Balthasar’s army. The opposing side, the Fredricks’ from across the Carlis river valley had an advantage over the King’s army. The fog was moving in Balthasar’s direction, they knew the fog would keep them from being victorious. The Fredricks’ had a clear view of the invincible, All Saint’s army and had already killed or mortally wounded more than two dozen of the one hundred men in Balthasar’s army.
Only the best knights in the army continued to fight, but as more and more men were lost to the plague of war, the king’s army decided a retreat was in their best interest, and would plan to resume their battle for another day. They wanted to take the advantage back from the Fredricks’. Once again they needed more time to plan out a far more effective war council, get more men for the army and get more artillery. Then they would come back and defeat the dreaded Fredricks’. The army dredged through the mud and pouring rain. Their faces were long and a spark of disappointment was in their eyes. They were determined now more than ever to get their revenge on the Fredricks’ for assassinating his father and older brother, Christian. They were both murdered the evening before the successor for the throne was to be announced.
“Well maybe I’d act like a real man if you treated me as one!” Lucinda got up from her chair. “I don’t have to take this abuse from you!” She stormed out of the room. Eric went after her. “Fine go ahead and act like a child, see if I care!” He shouted down the drafty hallway. Lucinda turned around to face him. “You’ll care when I don’t let you lay a hand on me ever again!” She stood there for a few moments waiting for him to come crawling on his hands and knees begging for her forgiveness. “Yeah like you ever let me lay a hand on you!” Lucinda let out a loud agitated sigh and stomped off. Eric felt bad about what he said. Sometimes she just really got on his nerves. He went back into the library and sat down for a while. But then an idea came to him. He thought maybe he should go riding. A mischievous smile permeated from his lips.As they slowly walked back to All Saints Court in the pouring rain, some of the soldiers began to talk badly of their new king Balthasar. They complained of how he never joins the troops when they’re going into battle. He always neglected his kingly duties. He ignored his army and his kingdom. He never took care of his people, he let them live in sewers and eat food found on the streets with the rats and other kinds of vile rodents. His reason for neglecting the peasants was due to their failure to pay taxes. He once said he won’t take care of people who don’t take care of his kingdom. The only ones who lived well under his rule were the War Council and the very wealthy aristocrats of All Saints. It seemed to everyone that the only thing he really cared about was getting even with the Fredricks’. Balthasar’s first knight was Sir Eric Mercutio. He was one of the original knights of the war council. Altogether there were only four original knights left from King Bartholemu’s army. Sir Mercutio noticed that after Balthasar took the throne in 1675 that more and more knights were leaving the army or were just never heard from again. Sir Mercutio walked ahead of the men; he was in a hurry to get back to All Saints. He was walking alongside one of the other soldiers. “Eric, why haven’t you killed the child king and become the King of All Saints yourself.” Jeffery spoke up. Eric removed his mud-splashed helmet. He pushed his short, black hair back from his face. “I wouldn’t say such things about the man who gives you food, clothes on your back, and a place to live.” Eric replied. His bright green eyes pierced a hole through Jeffery’s soul. He stopped Eric right outside of the gates of All Saints. “Look Eric you and I both know he’s a lousy king and an even worse general. I don’t understand why you always defend him. He’s unfair and cruel.” Jeffery yelled. Eric pulled him by his collar. “You listen here, never speak of him this way again, especially where people can hear you! Heed my warning or you’ll be sorry.” Eric pushed him out of the way and made his way through the gates. When Eric got up to All Saints castle he looked up at the vast structure. He never noticed before how extremely ugly it appeared, it was constructed of black stone and it stood about eighty feet in the air and it had small slitted windows, so barely any sunlight was visible, especially in the daylight. The only visible accessory on castle walls, were two mauve colored flags with Balthasar’s initials embroidered into it swayed in the wind atop the lavish dome-shaped roof. He hated to think that one of the strongest leaders he had ever known, could have such a self indulgent, swollen-headed son such as Balthasar. Sir Mercutio walked into the castle and got dressed out of his battle fatigues. After he was finished dressing, he went into the library. When he walked in, he saw his fiancé Lucinda Dartmouth sitting with her back to him watching her seamstresses make her wedding gown. Eric sauntered into the room. He smiled kindly at her dressmakers. He casually placed his index finger to his lips. Silently he walked up behind her and put his hands over her eyes. “Guess who?” Eric asked facetiously. He was expecting a more playful response but instead she pushed his hands from eyes and turned around. “Really, Eric, I don’t have time for your silly games!” Lucinda replied turbulently. Eric rolled his eyes at her remark. He knelt down beside her chair. He lifted up her chin so he could look into her beautiful, emotionless eyes. “When will you have time to play my silly games?” He smiled lightly. “Eric, how dare say such things, you are so childish sometimes.” Lucinda got up from her chair and walked over to the enormous walk-in fireplace. Her long, blue, satin dress dragged across the stone floor. She reluctantly pouted. He walked over to her and put his arms around her waist. “Please, Eric, I do not show affection in front of the servants!” The two seamstresses giggled at Lucinda’s reaction. “What are you laughing at?! Get back to work wenches!” She shrewdly yelled. Lucinda went back and sat down in her chair. Eric motioned to the seamstresses to leave the room. The two women quickly scampered out of the room. “You know you could be just a little more pleasant to the help.” Eric said. “Well since you are telling me how to live my life, I guess I should tell you to act more like an actual knight of the War Council!” Lucinda snapped. She pushed her flaming red hair off her shoulders. “Well then maybe you should act more like the woman I’m going to marry!” Eric exclaimed. “How dare you talk to me in that crude manner?” Lucinda remarked. “Well you started it.” Eric placed his hand on his hip. “There you go again with those stupid little games of yours, try behaving like a real man!”