In a spacious room, it's walls made of quality stones, with thick linens for curtains, the bed in the middle of the room, leaned on the walls, it's frames made of the fine woods, and goodly silks for sheets.
A broad man, clothed in purple robes stood close to the bed side, his eyes fixed on a figure lying there with his eyes dimly shut, as his breath were but whispers.
All around the room were the maidens in charge of taking care of this room and the figure on its bed, all nine of them, their heads humbly bowed, their hands clapsed together and held down in front of them, conveying respect and deference, to the purple robed figure.
Behind this purple robed figure, also stood some figures in important looking attires, anyone with eyesight would recognize their attires from anywhere –The three Eunuchs.
Looking at the figure lying weakly on the bed, the voice of the purple robed man, rang through the room.
"Leave us" His voice held no emotions to them, just blunt instructions, neither did they hold volume, just enough to be heard.
Hearing this instruction, they all gave a deeper bow, then in orderly fashion walked out the room –the maidens and the three Eunuchs.
Moving closer, the purple robed figure sat on the bed beside the lying figure and reached for his hands, holding them into his, same hands he recognized when they had less wrinkles and fine lines.
Feeling the warmth and familiar scent, the dimly shut eyes of the lying figure weakly pried opened, and like tiny whispers his lips gave way to parting words.
"Is...that you...Omar?"
"Yes father, --I'm here"
Looking at his father, despite knowing this moment had been but a matter of time, the eyes of the purple robed figure began forming a red coloring, as they held and valiantly fought back the tears, that threatened to pry out.
"Come" the lying figure instructed.
Leaning in closer, slowly, the hands of his father reached out for his face, bringing his ears to his mouth for the words he had.
Like calm passing breeze and in mild whispers, the lying figure mustered some words into his son's ears, and at the end of it, like a needle through a piece of light clothing, he drew his last breath.
And like calm dripping of morning dew, the fight the eyes of the purple robed figure waged against his tears were lost, as his tears left his eyes, and calmly dripped down his polished cheeks.
The purple robed figure sat there for a while, no sobs or sounds, just his mind running miles and his eyes licking liquid, despite this death being of natural causes, his heart still felt what it felt.
Using his handkerchief, he rid his face the tears that plagued them, then in a tone just bold enough to be heard from the out doors, he asked.
"Where's the Queen?"
Like hot knife through butter, an Eunuch, tore his way for that information, and in the moment it took a squirrel to burry it's nuts, he returned with the answer.
"The Queen is at the train grounds"
"Hmm..." The robed figure nodded as he picked himself off the bed and made his way towards the door walking straight through them, as they were opened as he got close enough. Stopping as he left the door, he turned to the maidens, leaving them with the words.
"Do not enter"
And with this he started making his way through the corridors towards the train grounds,The three Eunuchs following closely behind him.
Like a back entrance, the train grounds had an entry point, that existed at a view lessly ever noticed, devoid of proper lighting. The purple robed figure made his way to this spot and stood, his hands crossed behind him, admist the little provided shadow, and from there, in an elevated platform he could see the Queen, who's attention was intensively on the sparing happening at the middle of the train grounds, with sounds of repeated clacks filling the entire space, in what seemed like exchange of deadly strikes, or the receiving of it.
With his eyes on the sparing, the purple robed figure had no expression to his eyes, as he just watched, his eyes devoid of the light they normally held.
Then his attention got spiked, caught between surprise and warrior's delight, as he noticed the sudden change in the arena, as the aura of the young Ecnes leaked, leaving chills. He could tell the spar was about to take a different turn, and it did, with the young Prince now on the retreating and defending end, as the speed of the young Ecnes kept increasing, and in split moments, the defense of the young Prince was breached, and the strikes from the other party, began landing with acute accuracy, every movement precise and quick, even though he could read perfectly what was transcending, he hadn't seen such speed in one so young before.
Watching as the young Prince started taking swift hits, his eyes remain the same–lifeless, just observing, though it didn't last long as the young Prince started bleeding, cause in a fickle, he sensed another aura, it happened so fast, but this aura was one he felt seemed familiar, but not in anyway that he would term good, and before even his eyes could properly detect it, the son of Ecnes took a swift blow to the head, causing him to pass out, and just same time, the young Prince who landed this unforseen blow also fell to the floor, passed out.
Seeing as the both sparing younglings were out cold, and the Queen dashing to the middle of the arena, he turned his back into the shadows and left.
Seeing her son fall to the ground all of a sudden, the Queen, rushed to his side without seconds wasting. Who the hell, wanted to cut her life short.
Rushing to his side, she let out an appearant sigh of relief– he was sleeping? At least that was better than whatever worried thoughts she just got inspired with in those split moments.
Rushing to her master's side, was Liah, and seeing as she had gotten closer, the Queen instructed her "Take them to their rooms, and get the physician" yes her son was apparently sleeping, but who said she was taking chances?
Everyone else, were still caught up in the intense sparing that was taking place between the two sparing parties before the sudden changes and their passing out. But then they weren't allowed to reminisce much, before each one had their attendants whispering into their ears.
With someone also coming to the Queen's side
"Your Highness, His Majesty is in the court"
The King's court, a massive imposing hall where the throne of the King mounted, twelve stairs from the ground level, made out of pure prescious stones, that reflected the riches of the great dynasty.
Through the grand doors in a neat row, the Duke and generals walked in. And at the end of this imposing hall, atop the grand throne, sat the King, his eyes devoid of their usual warmth as he sat sagged against his seat, his left hands supporting his chin, as his gaze looked down on those walking into his court, in his well adorned purple royal robe.