"Do I have quite the story for you, cousin."
Chapter Two
The Forming Storm
[spacer]Prince Polin sat in the dining hall with his second cousin, daughter, his possible son-in-law, and a few guards keeping watch. There were plenty of candles lit, due to the fact that the sky was black with storm clouds, and water was coming down very hard. The table was filled with goblets of crisp, brown beer, roasted any bird you can roast, potatoes that have been mashed, fried, peeled, baked and stued, a nice brisket that has been cooked for six hours in a blood red wine, that had turned to the same form as the pulled pork that was beside it. Smaller foods such as berries and loose vegitables circled the table.[/spacer]
[spacer]"Since father died, and my brother, king robert, is king of Hemlock, I'm left here on my own to be the king. But, my mother is still around. That filthy whore is what's keeping me from my throne." Salem sipped his wine slowly. "That bitch neglects me, she leaves the throne room while I am around. She would rather have the king of Hemlock as her only son."[/spcer]
[spacer]Robert squinted over the edge of the boat. The water was being disturbed by the rain, but he could swear he saw something under the water. "Our men are not back yet." He groaned and rubbed his beard. "We sent that scouting ship to the island over twenty minutes ago. What is keeping them so long?[/spacer][/spacer]