The World of Secfenia

He stood and looked at Mantas as he spoke about his past, and how that past had impacted upon his life and the direction he sought for it, how war had both damaged him and equally guided him, forced him to train, to develop and to take his life in a direction which would put him in a position of co...

He continued to walk with Mantas as he explained the situation to him, and it was quite interesting that the man was so upfront about the situation. Perhaps he had guessed the King was not simply asking out of curiosity, and therefore being upfront would better his chances? Or that it was better to...

He noted the man approaching him, so this was whom had been following. His clothing intrigued him, as his attire was well kept, a doublet both in Fenian fashion and colours, yet he could not rightly say if the man was Fenian, furthermore his mannerisms suggested if this man was well of, he was not ...

He continued to walk around the gardens with his wife and young son in his arms. He played amusedly with his son, leaning him in toward one of the hedges so he could pull at one of the budding flowers, before handing it toward Aishe. The King rarely got time to spend with his young son. In truth th...

With his speech finished he departed from the stage, wishing the focus to be on the gardens now rather than on himself. However he did not depart the gardens, it was public knowledge the King and his court were visiting Widu for a time, and this particular event would be a good opportunity for the ...

It had been many months since the battle for Widu and the King still had memories of those several days in which his army had taken the town from Kiene rule and brought it back under the Fenian flag for the first time in near seven years. The conflict had been bloody, and they were later forced to ...

He was still, and then he was not. Fresh air flooded his lungs, as the wound within his chest seamlessly dissipated replaced by flesh that stitched itself back together as if woven by an invisible seamstress. The air felt cold as the King’s eyes which had been blank for a time now showed life as he...

He did not speak, not that he was given a chance too, as she rambled on about her justification and reasoning, but in truth, to him, it was but white noise. She could make any claim she wished about dark magic, the reality was the sacrifice was always more than the reward, it was the nature of all ...

He listened to her for a time, staying silent, as if to enable or allow her to get all the thoughts of her chest which were now doubt dug deep and clawing around her very heart. It was indeed a complex web they had weaved between the three of them, and the consequences of that union were not so sim...

He nodded softly. Anger and annoyance. That was, if anything a good sign. The tears and tremble were naturally, it was after all a situation they no doubt wished they did not face, and of course the emotions would follow. But he was confident, in her, in himself and in Akos to keep his passing a se...