Daggerfall Castle, City of Daggerfall
A figure stood silently behind a castle window, a gloved hand parting the curtains enough to catch a glimpse at the crowd steadily growing larger just outside of the castle grounds. Merchants closed their shops in the market early, taverns ran short-staffed, and the Knights of the Dragon increased their presence in the streets as a general sense of unease settled in. The people of High Rock had known nothing but prosperity throughout the Fourth Era, the Great War itself having little affect on their daily lives (apart from those who fought). Daggerfall had even sustained itself quite adequately after the fall of Wayrest, one of the major hubs of trade in the Iliac Bay, but combined with the recent fall of Sentinel... even the common-folk knew times were about to get rough.
"It is just as I said when this whole damned conflict in Hammerfell started." The hand drew away from the curtain, the man pivoting sharply on his heels. "We'd have to take action sooner or later, but you'd rather keep the peace despite the consequences of inaction. Well, look what you've accomplished now. Wayrest itself lies in the hand of mercenaries and corsairs, dragons are ransacking Orsinium, and the Aldmeri Dominion are raping the children of Yokuda." His gaze fell down upon an infirm figure lying in the nearby bed, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he took several measure steps over to the bedside. "Conflict wasn't in your nature, was it?" He paused, "Or your fathers before you."
"A-alboran." A series of weak mummers came from the otherwise silent and infirm king.
"I suppose even now as your own voice seems to fail you, you'd attempt to steer Daggerfall away from intervention, but you've not to worry about such matters anymore. I believe that this affliction you now face in the wake of Sentinel's fall is a sign that you're no longer fit to rule Daggerfall." Two hands reached out to gently remove the pillow from underneath the kings head as he spoke. "I'll miss you, father." He spoke under his breath as he pressed the pillow tightly against his fathers face.
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