Swords with Souls
A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story
(Adult Content)
By Dan Watt
(Author of the Children of the Myth Machine series)
(Author of the Plagueborn series)
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On the second floor he enters a room known as the Battle Room in what is known as the left wing.
The room has a large right angle triangular oak table. He sees Sir Olaf is standing at the point which is flat ended, designed to demonstrate who is in charge. In the centre of the table is a rectangular map made of skin. There are small wooden figurines of buildings, including the palace. Drawn directly on the map is the River Tye, forested areas, the different hamlets, and where the kingdom meets the sea to the East. To the North is the land of the giants and dwarves, and the quarter moon ears.
Sir Olaf sunken eyes look dark and his muscular face drawn. “You heard about the prince?” he asks with a gravely, baritone voice.
“Yes,” he answers with conflicted emotions. Prince Jame’s death was sad that he was so young but he also seemed to be a horrible individual. Who knows what the kingdom would end up being like with him as ruler. “My condolences to you and the queen.”
“Thank you,” Sir Olaf replies gruffly. “And you know of the new marriage policy?”
“I just learned of it,” he replies with a shrug.
“The plague and wars took away most of the men. We need to replenish the population as soon as possible. With the queen’s consent I have taken numerous wives myself. The kingdom needs a new heir. Of course, as long as the queen’s alive, she’ll rule.”
As long as she’s alive, he repeats in his head. The king is gone and so is the prince. How long will the queen last, he wonders. “I wish the queen a long life with many children.”
“I understand you attended Stian’s funeral,” Sir Olaf says with an unexpected sadness in his voice. “How is Celima doing?”
“I will find out soon, she’s one of my wives now,” he replies with humour in his voice.
Sir Olaf gives him a quizzical look. “I don’t think she’ll be bearing any children. I have need of her. We will need salves and such for war soon.”
“War?” he asks.
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