The throne of Carrandolan (Part one)

It had been twelve years after the last great battle of Carrandolan, the subjugation of the Badhul Khani, as the king marshall passed away, at the ripe old age of forty-two. King Sabraen had ruled his country for over twenty years and he had been beloved by his people. Step by step, he had been working to make his land safe, by strengthening the borders where necessary, and by negotiating peace treaties when possible.

And after he had suppressed the biggest domestic thread, the poison of the roaming, plundering amazons of the Badhul, the whole nation had started to flourish in an ever-increasing wealth.

As his son, Prince Tallis, was only fourteen years of age at the time of the King's passing, the country was going to be ruled by the Princess-Regent Samana, the King's older sister, who was the next closest in blood. This until, in two years, her nephew would be old enough to become the rightful new king. But things turned out differently.

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