Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140726175925/@comment-5735114-20140727150203

Fanril shifted position on his throne. No matter how he sat on it, it always felt uncomfortable. Maybe because it was his dad sitting in it all the years before. The Altmer took the small container from a small plain end table he had put to hold it there when he was in the castle.

"Saera!" he called out to the empty throne room. A few seconds, a tall female Altmer in work clothes walked up to the doorway, not entering the room in case Fanril had one of his little fits. "How long would it take to make a new throne?"

Saera sighed at the question. It was one he asked almost every other day. In honesty, it wouldn't take long to make a new one, but she always told the 'King' that it would take a very very long time. It was all that remained of the past King and Queen, and she didn't want to see it gone like everything else they had.

"It would take far too long, Your Majesty," she said, hiding the anger and disgust in her voice like every other day. "The current throne appears more than suitable."

Fanril grumbled something, but it was almost inaudible from across the large throne room.

"Will there be anything else?" asked Saera, expecting to be told to fetch food like every other day.

"No, you are dismissed..." said Fanril, somewhat somberly. The female elf briskly walked away from the room. The 'King' tended to be somewhat unstable, and while she hadn't seen him sad directly, she and some of the other servants tended to be victims of the anger that followed.

As she walked back to her quarters, Saera longingly gazed at the large doors leading to the outside of the castle. They were massive, beautifully crafted from quality wood. However, the seal of water that barred her escape was ruining the door. She wished that the 'King' would at least use conventional locks.

Fanril sighed again as the servant left the doorway, left alone again to the machinations of his mind. Here he was, King of the Summerset Isles, and yet he was depressed and hollow.

Why can't I be happy? he wondered, ''What am I missing? Perhaps it's because my damned parents are still alive...''

Fanril usually told himself that, but he knew that his parents were not the root of his current sadness.

Perhaps, he thought, It's because I'm just not powerful enough...

He shifted in his throne again. He was still uncomfortable.