The King made a beeline for his personal chambers; at least there he couldn’t be disturbed.
Following in his wake were a dozen advisors, chefs, university representatives and embassy staff all battling each other for his attention, none game enough to actually touch him or stand before him.
Behind them, scuttled an assortment of pale misshapen dwarfish creatures.
They were the King’s personal guard.
Each was similar to the next, with such a slight difference that took a bit of study to recognize. Though they all appeared hunchbacked it was more due to small knobs each had on its back, which looked more like large shoulder blades. The real reason they were hunched was due to the large implements they had attached below their wrists. Some had large maces, others what appeared to be boulders or even cannon balls.
The guard scurried a short distance behind the advisors.
One word from the King and the guard would annihilate the advisors without question.
Actually with one word the guard would turn on itself if the King ordered it, so strong was their fierce loyalty to him.
Both these thoughts were going through the King’s mind as he reached the door to his chambers.
He turned to the throng trailing him who stopped immediately in their tracks, all questions ceased.
“I am now going through this door to have some privacy and also to stop a Rex inspired genocide. So please go away and wait for me in a place that is at least one hundred metres from this door. I will call when I am ready”
“Yes your Majesty” said the advisors in unison and in one quick action turned and left.
The guard stood still staring at the King.
“You go to sleep” the King said realizing threats against the guard were useless.
The guard dropped where they were in a clattering pile. Unconscious.
“Peace at last “ muttered the King and entered his chamber.
The King placed his hand against the wall as soon as he entered the room and gave a sigh of relief. He started to remove the heavy regal garments that he always wore in public; even his wife had never seen him without them on.
The chains and cloak were deceptive and were not as thick or heavy as they appeared.
The garments were designed to deceive and deceive they did. As soon as they were removed the King stood in front of a full-length mirror soldier straight, revealing a much more wiry frame that the covered version implied
As he stretched two white wings that seemed to grow and grow curled out from behind him filling the room both in height and width.
Here stood the true ruler and leader of the army of the White Wing. An expelled angel who could no longer remember his name or his crime, his centuries of rule had wiped all memory of his past from the records and he only knew this secret.
It was a burden that seemed to grow heavier with the years and he had taken steps to try and rectify this problem, if they only come to fruition, he thought.
And with that a bright light grew from within the walls.
The King immediately tucked back his wings then realized it was impossible even for his Bishops to penetrate the security of his chamber. He relaxed a little.
Staring at the light he noticed it was moving across the wall and as it moved the area behind it dimmed and revealed thick letters in the language of his country.
When the light extinguished a message was neatly printed onto the stone wall and whatever picture or tapestry that adorned it.
The King had at last got one of his wishes.
He started to read the message aloud:
“You request has been accepted. Your Nation is cordially invited to appear before the ancients….”
The King grew more excited with every word.