#local worst man you have ever met receives ancient crown of charlemagne in a coup with the help of his previously-despised elder brother

[wizzard890]

And I saw another beast come up out of the earth...and he spake as a dragon. (Revelation 13:11)

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The Coronation of His Majesty King Bastian I - The Hour of Wolves

When he was born he was a small thing. A screaming infant, a second son, destined perhaps for military greatness, but never dukedom. Never inheritance. Never conquest.

But at the inception of the light, the birth of the world, the moment between silence and splendor when The Glory breathed across the scope of creation: he was no small thing then.

Even then, he was coming.

His rise runs with blood: knives in the back, poison, betrayal, kidnapping and vengeance.

His rise burns with greatness: glory, family, rescue, love and ferocity.

The secret world recognized him before he knew himself. A fairy witch marked his passing and offered her slender wrist for his talons. A dead sun opens its mouth for him, a vanished Christ is his counterpart, a death knight worships before him, a raven-haired little girl holds the hand of her doting and beloved father.

The world we know calls him king of France, the monarch of a seized throne, a general who has promised the great lords England on its knees.

The Devil, in his own tongue, may call him son. The Glory has said nothing.

Would you know him if you saw him? Would you recognize what he is?

Bow, while you consider, and kiss his ring. There is a crown of flame upon his brow.

[akaanir-of-starfleet]

#MY SHITTY LITTLE GUY IS KING OF FRANCE BABY #local worst man you have ever met receives ancient crown of charlemagne in a coup with the help of his previously-despised elder brother #god help every last person who stands in his way #he made sure the warring princes locked in civil war were Dealt With (one dead one ~conveniently misplaced~) and stood in paris #before every lord in france with the burgundian army behind him and basically dared them to tell him no #he's a big money no whammies guy so he's promised them england's total surrender within fifteen years #or he'll abdicate #he's here for a legendary time AND a long time #if he can pull this off #(lisbet has received a boon and vision from the sunflower king and invented cannon several decades early so) #(london may be in the hands of the french sooner than we think) #(but then as many would-be conquerors find - you then have the horrors of northern england to deal with) #godspeed you lunatic #I have literally never been more pleased and proud of a fictional creation of mine in my life #he's come so far and also aria and I have made something really incredible #stay tuned friends #he's only going to get worse (via @wizzard890)

And I saw another beast come up out of the earth...and he spake as a dragon. (Revelation 13:11)

.

The Coronation of His Majesty King Bastian I - The Hour of Wolves

When he was born he was a small thing. A screaming infant, a second son, destined perhaps for military greatness, but never dukedom. Never inheritance. Never conquest.

But at the inception of the light, the birth of the world, the moment between silence and splendor when The Glory breathed across the scope of creation: he was no small thing then.

Even then, he was coming.

His rise runs with blood: knives in the back, poison, betrayal, kidnapping and vengeance.

His rise burns with greatness: glory, family, rescue, love and ferocity.

The secret world recognized him before he knew himself. A fairy witch marked his passing and offered her slender wrist for his talons. A dead sun opens its mouth for him, a vanished Christ is his counterpart, a death knight worships before him, a raven-haired little girl holds the hand of her doting and beloved father.

The world we know calls him king of France, the monarch of a seized throne, a general who has promised the great lords England on its knees.

The Devil, in his own tongue, may call him son. The Glory has said nothing.

Would you know him if you saw him? Would you recognize what he is?

Bow, while you consider, and kiss his ring. There is a crown of flame upon his brow.