O rags to royalty

[Dusty779]

The stallion gave a soft nicker and nuzzled his huge head against the kings touch. Gerde shifted a bit and woke partway through the kings whisperings. He never realised the king had felt affection towards him, and he mentally scolded himself and mourned for his actions towards him since his enslavement. He couldnt help it however, when one is a slave all they do is wish for freedom or so he thought. He never knew about the previous kings actions against his own son, but he had seen his drakar had been treated by that man, and how his influence still effected him to this day though the guards who kept using the drake as breeding stock. Then there was the dragons wings, surely something that should be magestic, missing the delicate webbing that would permit him to fly leaving him grounded for life.

Every mention of the previous king seemed to send different strong reactions through people, fear, revialment, hatered but also admiration, longing and pride from those who had been closest to him orsimply booned from his rule, namely the old guardsmen and higher ranked officers. The slaves usually talked ij dark corners about the old king, about how much of a monster of a man he was and maybe they had rubbed off on him a little when saying the current king would end up that way. It almost hit him like a stone brick that perhaps that was why he wanted to keep his distance from the king.