Befalling the King

There was once a small kingdom on the continent of Bazah, which was small but prosperous. Our story begins on a dark night in the season of spring 2015. The small kingdom of Nicaea was woken up in the middle of the night. Men were heard shouting in the streets;

“The King is dead! Long live the King!”. A crowd gathered around the royal palace and was addressed by Prince Leylin Farlier. The young prince stepped towards the crowd and began a speech.

“So as you all might know, my father, the King has passed away under circumstances that are better left unsaid. I know my father was not a man of the people, but I will do whatever I must to secure a safe and prosperous kingdom for my people.” Cries of discontent and uncertainty could be heard from the audience but the prince continued on anyway. “I know that this is unusual but it has been determined that I shall be sworn in as king tomorrow. That means that my father's funeral must happen tonight.” Upon hearing this there was an uproar amongst the crowd. The king's body had yet to grow cold yet his son was preparing to rip that crown out of his dead father's hands and place it on his head the very next day. Or perhaps even sooner depending on how fast the prince could arrange it.