[ WP ] You are the most respected leader and the most famous hero of the Kingdom , but the King has passed away and his sons all wage war among each other for the crown . Each of them ask you to join their cause .

Tennan let out a weary sigh. He had never seeked power, political or otherwise, merely to help the people of the kingdom in any way that he was able. 
 He sat down and rubbed his knees. 
 `` I'm an old man. How would I know who would be fit to rule? I serve my king without question, I do not pick them.'' 
 
 His voice was low and mournful. He had loved and revered his king, they had known each other as boys and became friends, and when Julios was elected to ruler of the kingdom, Tennan was honoured to serve underneath the best man he knew. 27 years he served, until Julios' final breath, taken by illness, a plague that had fellled many. 
 
 Tennan scratched his chin, and ran his hands through his long, silver beard. 
 The advisor remained stern faced. 
 `` You are a hero to this realm, Tennan. Whether to reject the glory or not, it is true. The people have elected you to decide which of the heirs will rule them.'' 
 
 Tennan let out another, deeper, sigh. 
 `` Well would n't it be Kelan? He's the oldest, surely he's the true heir.'' 
 `` They're at war for a reason. The other brothers feel Kelan is not fit for the position... perhaps justifiably.'' 
 
 Kelan was the first born son of the king, a mountain of a man, covered in markings of war, tattooed with the ashes of his enemies from his face to his toes, and known throughout the kingdom for his warmongering and swift temper. Tennan had known him as a lad, playful and rougish, and largely ignored the rumours that surrounded him as he grew. 
 
 `` Did the king not give you any indication of who he would want as his heir?'' pleaded Tennan, the pressure of the situation distressing him. `` I am not fit for this. Too much is at stake!'' 
 
 The advisor shook his head. Straight faced at all times, he had no sympathy for the old man. 
 `` He did not. Now naturally, many of us feel the second born, Tybal, would be the best choice.'' 
 
 Tennan had not seen much of Tybal as a child, as he was fighting against the rebellion against the king at that time, but when he returned after the war he was met by a short, wide eyed man. Dark skinned and well kept, the man was polite and helpful, traits which Tennan valued dearly. 
 
 What Tennan did not like about Tybal however, was constant reports of him being caught up with shady characters, using coin to establish a small gang of thiefs and thugs to ensure he could have anything he wanted. To the nobles he was known as `` the theiving prince'' or `` the golden hand'', but only behind closed doors or at gossiping affairs, to his face people showed him love and affection, and he was often at lavish events, surrounding himself with beautiful women and exotic gifts. 
 
 Tennans face turned into a scowl. `` Of course you would think that. I love all of Julios children like my own blood out of respect for the man, but I would n't trust Tybal with a mule and a pale, let alone a kingdom. The nobles would prosper at the expense of the poor under his hand.'' 
 
 `` Well that leaves Atlan.'' 
 `` He's too young, you know that'' 
 `` So Kelan then?'' The advisor smirked. He was enjoying riling up the old man. 
 
 Atlan was barely a man, barely 15 and naive to the world and its ways. He was the child Tennan saw the most, as Julios had asked him to train his son in the ways of the sword, as Atlan had sought to become a knight since he could walk. After the king died however, people around Atlan decided to fight his cause, citing his kind heart and youth as keys to a long reign. Atlan had never expressed wanting the crown to Tennan, leading the old man to suspect it was people around him convincing him it was his duty to become the king. But he was too easy to manipulate, and Tennan had been the same in his youth. 
 
 `` Leave me.'' 
 `` You have not decided'' said the advisor, shocked. 
 `` I will come to you with an answer once the sun rises again. I wish to think. And to rest.'' 
 
 Tennan laid back in the chair, closed his eyes and contemplated. 
 
 
 
 
 

