Fiction:Tertius Bellum/Decumbo Regno

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Prologue
09-05-12 AQF, two weeks before turns 19 years old at 23th of May, she approached her uncle, Lord Regent. Her uncle, known to be stern, proud and difficult was on his death bed. His advanced age, being well over 227 years old and being Hand of the Monarch for over a millennia has taken their toll upon the old Serindia.

Ramanei entered his office, her uncle was still in his decorated armor, something he would probably die and be buried in. Looking at her uncle, she felt sad and her eyes turned watery. Her uncle shot an annoyed look at her. “Don’t give me your pity my dear, I lived a life full of adventures and my time will end soon, it is as the Gods decide.”. A forced smile of her uncle set her a bit at ease, though she knew he was in a lot of pain. He padded a pillow next to him, indicating he wanted her to sit down next to him. Doing so, he placed a hand on her shoulder and breathed heavily. “You know Ramanei, my only regret will be my inability to see you crowned as our Empress in two weeks’ time. I would have gladly served you.”

Ramanei smiled and hugged her uncle, a single tear rolled over her cheek. No matter what many thought of him she loved him dearly and over the past 200 years he served Rambo Nation faithfully. Without her uncle, the stability of Rambo Nation was at risk, a difficult task awaits her. The two talked for hours afterwards, though at one point Rambarth asked for peace and quietness as he felt too tired. Ramanei left and tried to get her sleep.

Chapter 01
04:00 am in the morning, 10-05-12 AQF Ramanei awoke in shock. Someone broke open the door of her bedroom and entered her room. She was surprised to see Ser {{Fiction|Rambert Ramveral}, dressed in full armor, including his antler helmet flanked by two of his personal guard. “Ser Ramveral, what is the meaning of this?” Ramanei asked surprised. Rambart raised his head in arrogance and said without remorse: “Your Grace, as acting Hand of the Monarch in the past few days, I sadly have to inform you that you uncle, Lord Rambarth has passed away this night.”

Ramanei sobbed and placed her head into her hands, so her uncle had lost his final fight. Ser Rambert approached Ramanei and sat on the side of her bed, placing a hand on her shoulder he said: “I am sorry my lady. Guards, siege her!”

Ramanei was shocked when the guards lifted her from her bed, she tried to fought her capture but the guards were too strong. They dragged her from her bed. Before they exited her room, Ramanei had one more look at the one who betrayed her. Ser Rambert was smiling victoriously and crossed his hands behind his back while he watched her be taken away.

As the guards dragged the screaming girl away, the Rambo Founder approached the hallway as he wondered what was going on. The sight surprised him as he saw Ramveral knights dragging away the girl. Behind him called for him. “Founder, what is going on?” The Founder turned and raised his shoulder in confusion. Suddenly he felt a cruciating pain and Ramtalia screamed in horror before she fainted. The Founder fell to his knees, feeling the life draining from him he managed to get one more look at the one who betrayed Rambo Nation. “A Feather will never rule our noble Nation old one” Ser Rambert said as he removed the blade from

Chapter 02
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