Gille Crow's Story

Corona, the Region City. The North of this Region is entirely occupied by the City of Corona, one fourth of which is the Golden Castle and it's allied settlements. Corona had seen better days than these, the Council would be too occupied in attempts to keep peace in the Realm, and still have control over their people.

The War declared by Flores and Tempestas was not happy news, but the alliance with Nocte made the Council feel stronger. Currently, they were rushing to decide who to Crown, in order to keep the City in peace, atleast for now.

Gille Crow, one of the most loyal members had been offered a place on the Throne, which he declined, despite his desire to be there. As he said, a King could not be a Snake, for it was not a talent given to an old hog. Perhaps the Councilor of Nocte would do well on the Throne, but that is yet to be discussed. Corona is awaiting a glorious victory, and a mysterious Nobleman to arrive and save what is currently falling.

The Blackwood family was also considered for the throne, however, the Council had not yet told them of their plans, since it all is in consideration, even though they do not have much time to think, since War is soon to start.

The stone walls of the Council Chamber made the room look rather cold and unwelcoming. The floor was made out of the best wood the Late King could find, and the chamber itself was decorated with paintings, vases, sculptures - new and old. The table was covered in a light, Green-Gold cloth, representing the colours of Corona and it's Council.

Corona was once known as the City of Gold, before the Royal Family had decided to make it the Capital City of the Realm, centuries ago. After that, the only title left to remind people of the real name of Corona, was the 'Golden Castle', or as many would prefer calling it, 'The Castle of Gold ... And Liars', as Gille would say. Upon the table, plates and vases made out of pure gold and silver, seeing as the council once had no idea where to put the gold if not to decorate the entire castle. There was a small wooden stand in the middle of the table, on whom a large tome had been placed 'Once There's No Ruler, The City Falls Apart, How Do You Form A New Start?' A rather interesting book, especially in these times, where the council had so desperately been seeking a King. There was a letter sticking out from the corner of the tome: The order of Crowning.

The Council already had some ideas of who they could put on the Throne, but with the upcoming war, the candidates were becoming less and less. The Council was not bothered by that, whatsoever, since the less candidates there were, the easier it was to choose.

"The Blackwoods would make a fit choice." One of the minor councilors spoke.
"So would the Ashmores." Gille raised his eyes and stared at the councilor, his voice as soft and smooth as the finest silks, but with a tone of command in it.
"The Ashmores DO have alot of influence on Corona's guard. Having them on our side would be rather lovely." The councilor spoke once more, to which Gille gave a nod of approval.
"However, we must not make rash decisions, Lord Aren. You care for your family alot, don't you? The Ashmores have no children, yet they have lots of riches, and the entire Guards Collective beside them, if you do something that will not please them, they may turn around and make you pay for it. Not speaking ill of the Ashmores, ofcourse, but we all know that's true, do you not think so, Lord Crow?" The King's advisor spoke, who now had no more than a mere place on the council.
"Very well. Unfortunately, time is very little for me, at this moment. We shall proceed another day." Lord Aren - One of the Councilors of Corona spoke, lifting himself from his chair, and moving his obese body across the room, and out the door.

The Council nodded, and made their way out, untill the only two people in the Chamber were Lord Crow and the Advisor - Derren.

Derren stared at Lord Crow for a moment, before raising himself from his seat, and looking down upon the Snake. "You're too smart for the good of the Council." He spoke. "If we manage to get the Lords of Tempestas, and the Lords of Flores to come meet us, and discuss this war thing, hopefully make a truce, you better not ruin this." His voice had the sound of threat. The Snake, however, did nothing but yawn, and remove himself from the chair, walking up to the Advisor.

Gille was clearly taller than Derren, which made Derren feel inferior every time Gille came close to him. Now, the Snake was looking down at the once Advisor. "If you're going to invite them INTO the Castle of Gold, you're really stupid." He said with a smirk, to which Derren growled, and instead of replying walked out of the room.

Gille ran a hand through his hair and smiled to himself. A smile that was full of mystery. A smile that could not be trusted. "Remember, my darling Council, we're all liars, even if you think you're not." He nodded at the empty room, dusted off his cloak, and put it on, before retreating from the room.