Under normal circumstances, building and forming a kingdom, or even a small low-key village, would take years. Building houses and facilities required resources, like money, space, labor, and so much more. Having such a thing appear so suddenly, overnight, or in the blink of an eye, was simply impossible.
And yet, that was exactly what happened.
In the territory of a powerful, large kingdom, a much smaller little kingdom appeared. The whole thing happened in the blink of an eye; from one second to the next, a new, tiny little empire appeared. It literally stumbled in the first empty strip of land it had found, landing with an earthquake that resonated throughout the kingdom that already inhabited the land.
The appearance of the kingdom had been an unusual even to begin with, but the empire itself was shrouded in mystery. Apart from its sudden appearance, its existence was even questioned throughout the original kingdom it had landed in. Some people claimed it had truly appeared, but the non-believes were adamant that the strip of land was still empty and deserted. It didn't take much time for the original citizens to spread the word of a new kingdom, just a little ways away.
The kingdom that had made such a fuss was, admittedly, not too shabby, but certainly nothing outstanding. It was very little, probably not clocking in at any more than a few hundreds of people. It had a simple design with typical royal colors, but all houses were different according to who lived in it. The one thing that stood out in this little low-key kingdom was the large castle that sat in the very middle of it, shining with rich golds and reds, along with an obvious air of royalty. Along with that castle, the presence and feeling of that kingdom was different, and definitely not human — although the very majority of its citizens were of that species.
In the large castle, the king fell to the ground, landing on his knees in a slumped fashion.
He was a young boy, and in human standards, much too young to be ruling over a whole kingdom. He was not a boy, looking to be a young adult man in his early to mid-twenties, with striking purple eyes and dirty blond hair.
He held on to his large crown, which had fallen to the ground, along with him. His large velvet cape was draped all over him as he remained awkwardly slumped on his knees, exhausted, and his eyes staring blankly ahead.
"The move was perfect," a voice spoke from close to the king, and it got closer as it added, "king Koniglitch."
A much taller and older-looking man stood by the king's side. He was no elder, looking somewhere in his forties, and nothing short of handsome despite the fact he getting up in years. His grey-blue eyes had a small hint of inhumanity, despite his human appearance. His short black hair was combed perfectly, matching his equally fitted outfit of black and white.
He offered a hand to the slumped king, urging him back up.
Koniglitch didn't react immediately, although he eventually took the man's hand. "Koni," he corrected the older man, although his voice was so devoid of authority and emotion that it was underwhelming.
"If you insist," the man replied, cracking a smile and the cocking of an eyebrow at Koniglitch, just as he helped the king back up in his feet. "Well?" he inquired afterwards, tilting his head, and observing the king attentively — he looked positively exhausted and lifeless, but that was to be expected.
Koniglitch looked up at the man with empty eyes. "What do you think, Laurence?" he asked, and there, his voice had a small hint of annoyance. "I'm exhausted," he confirmed, since the butler seemed insistent on hearing it from the king himself.
"You moved the kingdom while you were still recovering from the previous move," Laurence pointed out, slowly letting go of Koniglitch's hand, even though the king was clearly weak on his feet. There was a short pause on his part before Laurence went on to add, "Hopefully, this kingdom is not as aggressive as the previous. You are in no shape to move again until a good month — if not two. You look positively awful."
Koniglitch let Laurence's comments go over his head, too exhausted to get angry or to dwell on them. Not to mention, the black-and-white butler was right. His aching, burning body and the splitting headache were proof of that. "I need to sleep," he pointed out flatly, just as he picked up his crown — nearly tumbling back down again — and started heading towards his sleeping quarters, albeit at the pace of a snail. An unsteady, exhausted snail.
"I will wake you if anything happens," Laurence replied, watching attentively as Koniglitch forced himself to his room on his own. Of course, the butler would handle the small problems, and hopefully, the king would have time to sleep off his inhuman exhaustion. If things got tricky, however, he would have no choice but to wake the king.
And yet, that was exactly what happened.
In the territory of a powerful, large kingdom, a much smaller little kingdom appeared. The whole thing happened in the blink of an eye; from one second to the next, a new, tiny little empire appeared. It literally stumbled in the first empty strip of land it had found, landing with an earthquake that resonated throughout the kingdom that already inhabited the land.
The appearance of the kingdom had been an unusual even to begin with, but the empire itself was shrouded in mystery. Apart from its sudden appearance, its existence was even questioned throughout the original kingdom it had landed in. Some people claimed it had truly appeared, but the non-believes were adamant that the strip of land was still empty and deserted. It didn't take much time for the original citizens to spread the word of a new kingdom, just a little ways away.
The kingdom that had made such a fuss was, admittedly, not too shabby, but certainly nothing outstanding. It was very little, probably not clocking in at any more than a few hundreds of people. It had a simple design with typical royal colors, but all houses were different according to who lived in it. The one thing that stood out in this little low-key kingdom was the large castle that sat in the very middle of it, shining with rich golds and reds, along with an obvious air of royalty. Along with that castle, the presence and feeling of that kingdom was different, and definitely not human — although the very majority of its citizens were of that species.
In the large castle, the king fell to the ground, landing on his knees in a slumped fashion.
He was a young boy, and in human standards, much too young to be ruling over a whole kingdom. He was not a boy, looking to be a young adult man in his early to mid-twenties, with striking purple eyes and dirty blond hair.
He held on to his large crown, which had fallen to the ground, along with him. His large velvet cape was draped all over him as he remained awkwardly slumped on his knees, exhausted, and his eyes staring blankly ahead.
"The move was perfect," a voice spoke from close to the king, and it got closer as it added, "king Koniglitch."
A much taller and older-looking man stood by the king's side. He was no elder, looking somewhere in his forties, and nothing short of handsome despite the fact he getting up in years. His grey-blue eyes had a small hint of inhumanity, despite his human appearance. His short black hair was combed perfectly, matching his equally fitted outfit of black and white.
He offered a hand to the slumped king, urging him back up.
Koniglitch didn't react immediately, although he eventually took the man's hand. "Koni," he corrected the older man, although his voice was so devoid of authority and emotion that it was underwhelming.
"If you insist," the man replied, cracking a smile and the cocking of an eyebrow at Koniglitch, just as he helped the king back up in his feet. "Well?" he inquired afterwards, tilting his head, and observing the king attentively — he looked positively exhausted and lifeless, but that was to be expected.
Koniglitch looked up at the man with empty eyes. "What do you think, Laurence?" he asked, and there, his voice had a small hint of annoyance. "I'm exhausted," he confirmed, since the butler seemed insistent on hearing it from the king himself.
"You moved the kingdom while you were still recovering from the previous move," Laurence pointed out, slowly letting go of Koniglitch's hand, even though the king was clearly weak on his feet. There was a short pause on his part before Laurence went on to add, "Hopefully, this kingdom is not as aggressive as the previous. You are in no shape to move again until a good month — if not two. You look positively awful."
Koniglitch let Laurence's comments go over his head, too exhausted to get angry or to dwell on them. Not to mention, the black-and-white butler was right. His aching, burning body and the splitting headache were proof of that. "I need to sleep," he pointed out flatly, just as he picked up his crown — nearly tumbling back down again — and started heading towards his sleeping quarters, albeit at the pace of a snail. An unsteady, exhausted snail.
"I will wake you if anything happens," Laurence replied, watching attentively as Koniglitch forced himself to his room on his own. Of course, the butler would handle the small problems, and hopefully, the king would have time to sleep off his inhuman exhaustion. If things got tricky, however, he would have no choice but to wake the king.