Pelesar, Avalon
Mai 7th, 657
" Father, can you hear me?"
The young Prince Eothodil bent his head upward as he attempted to look into his father's eyes, the young proud brown eyes that adorned the King's now slumped over head. Within a few seconds, the guards at the door parted their spears and a middle aged physician rushed in, obviously being hurried by the Knight of Lion that was walking a mere few feet behind him. The physician ran right up over to the King, whose head was slumped over and was being held up from falling onto the crowd by Eothodil. He put his hand on the Prince's shoulder and motioned for him to get the King out of the throne and onto the floor, Asur's crown letting out a clang as the King's head was let onto the floor with the rest of his body. The physician took out a small disc and placed it over the King's mouth, held it there for a few seconds and then removed it and examined it. As a frown began to form in the crease lines on his face, he put his ears over the King's chest and after prolonged moments, he slowly brought his head up, shaking slightly, his hands at the same time sliding down the eyelids on the King's face. Afterwards, he gave a long, sad look to the Prince, who bore a look of confusion, and pronounced " The King is dead Your Highness. Heart finally gave out after all these years. The throne is now yours."
The physician then left the room and scurried on out, the Knight who escorted him walking up to Eothodil and then getting on his knee. " I long served your father, and I will continue my oaths under you, until my last breath. "
Eothodil walked over to the knight and placed his hand on the man's shoulder, gesturing for him to rise. He then handed him a paper document and put his hand on his back, walking towards the exit of the Great Hall " Ride my General, and go and inform our little Kingdom of their new King."