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Chapter 2
The King’s Order













King Andrew sat in the Court of Order. With him were seated the nine men who made up the Order of Mondea. They sat in a circle of chairs at the royal table of the court. From his left to right sat Henri Seramphan; Chancellor of Aunce, Amos Lavik; Vice Chancellor of Aunce, Ormin Teaden; Captain Guard in Svaughnsel; Defender of the North, Browmin Seramphan; brother of Henri; Treasurer of Carron and Verdammar, Marion Fairview; High Priest of Carron, Henrik Elyon; Bishop of Leason, Arey Lezdain; General of the Mondean Army, and finally, Dimitry Dulm; the King’s Advisor.
King Andrew had called the meeting with the message of urgency. His country was about to fight a war, and he needed his most trustworthy men to meet with him and talk over their plan of action. Men like General Lezdain and Captain Teaden were whom the King needed to talk to most specifically. But King Andrew was religious too, and if the High Priest and Bishop could have their church congregations pray for the future of the land, that would be reassuring to his heart too. Of course he would need the knowledge of Browmin on how much their budget would allow them to spend on the war, and Aunce was the next largest city in the land, and so the Chancellor and his right-hand man were in the Order too. As always, Dimitry would sit back and listen to every word the men would say, most of the time with a blank expression, and when the men would assume the meeting was done, he would pipe in with his criticism to the plan, and normally save the men from losing thousands of gold coins, lives and days of labor.
So the meeting began, and the discussion the war was brought up immediately. A count of soldiers was collected from General Lezdain, Captain Arey, and Chancellor Seramphan. Mondea had plenty of men, plain and simple. War machines were stored away in Carron and Aunce, and were to be relocated to Svaughnsel and Dershire. The King was to finance seven hundred and fifty thousand gold coins for the outfitting of soldiers with newer and more up-to-date armor. One hundred thousand troops were to be immediately sent to Dershire, Svaughnsel and Dursk where they would be stationed.
The meeting lasted three hours with maps, parchment of finances, lists of men, and other jumbles of parchment littered about the royal table. Dimitry had his say, and it was hardly anything at all, and with that the meeting was finished.
“You Grace, might I have a word with you please?” Bishop Elyon asked as everyone stepped out into the hall.
“Of course Bishop. What is it?”
“Well, your Grace, your funds for the war are quite large. But the truth is, Leason is struggling sir. It could use some charity of its own.”
“I’m sorry Bishop, but I cannot help Leason right now, it’s all the way on the other side of Mondea. My focus is to the north right now.”
“Then might I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“Why am I on your council?”
“Because I need the support of the church,” King Andrew replied as if it were an obvious answer.
“Well a church will not support a king, if the king does not support his church.”
“The church will support me either way, because I am the King!” King Andrew screamed.
Bishop Elyon stiffened, and quickly stormed out of the hall. Marion Fairview watched from the shadows in disgust. The King was a pig, and something would have to be done, for the better of the people.
“King Andrew, as your advisor, I must advise you, that situation could have been handled much more appropriately than that,” Dimitry said from the Court of Order’s doorway.
“I do not need to hear anything you say right now, I’m under enough stress as it is without your condescending tone of voice!”
The King then proceeded to walk out of the hall, leaving Marion and Dimitry alone.
“Don’t you say a word Fairview,” Dimitry said, his eyes picking out the High Priest even in the darkness. “Eavesdropping on the King could prove costly you know?”
Marion strode out with the menacing look his face naturally had. Blonde hair pulled back, and icy blue eyes, and tight jaw and high cheekbones always made him look in a fowl mood.
“Dimitry come now. Can’t you see it? You can see me in the dark, but you can’t see the King for what he is in broad daylight?”
“The King is doing what’s best for Mondea. What would you do in his situation?”
“Mostly the same. But what the Bishop said was too true, and all too much pushed aside in King Andrew’s mind. King Andrew has to start looking at his own people and pleasing them before they realize he doesn’t do anything for the better.”
“Unfortunately Marion, I agree with you. But I know you, and rather than just telling him, I feel your plan will be much more irrational and consequential than that.”
Marion smirked.
“Good day Dimitry Dulm.”
“Good day Marion Fairview.



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