Here we have another small tale for people who love fables. About an ungrateful king who doesn’t know what he has gotten until it is gone. But Alex has promised he will be posting another “The Serial-Killer” Story later on today or Friday night. Like, comment and subscribe.
The Tale of the Not-So Grateful King
There once was a king of Sluinn who was in love with the most beautiful black haired maiden in the land. He made the young maiden, Lucia, his queen, post haste; as he knew that he could love no other and nothing as much. At this time he was a gracious king, he helped feed his kingdom, he kept a clean and prosperous land which no other line beyond had, all his lands people loved him.
One day as the king and queen rode horse-back in the woods; an assassin sprung an attempt on both their lives. The blackened mask of the assassin had the emblem of a scorpion; he was from the evil tribe of Pion, far beyond the snowy mountains of the north.
“What do you want? Guards! Guards!” Lucia chants.
The king motioned his horse in front of the Lucia’s to protect her. The assassin drags his sword from his holster, taking swings at the king’s feet.
From out of nowhere a spiralling blade propels from the bushes, sticking into the hired-knives neck, killing him.
The guards finally arrive, circling the king with their spears and swords. A ruffled man exits the cobwebs of branches, without a care in the world upon his face.
The king bypasses his supposed guard and trots up to the scruffian with so much pride stance within his stare.
“My name is King Orwin, I rule Sluinn and everything that has colour within our beautiful world. You have saved mine and my wife’s life, name your price and it shall be granted.”
“My name is Gossoon sire and all I ask is a few pennies to see my belly get full tonight.” He pleads with his hands together.
“My fellow saviour, I have left my pouch back at Castle Grey, we have no money here. If you return back with us I will fill your pockets with as much gold and bread as you can carry.” The king proclaims with a bow of his head.
“My gracious king, I am on a path home, I have not seen my family within ten years, and if I return with you it will be another day too long. Forgive me.” Gossoon bows his regrets.
“Well you will not go free without a token.” The king insists.
“Sire, I will be arriving back here within one year, if possible I can collect my reward then?” Gossoon gulps in hope.
“I now know that the tribe Pion are advancing an attack because of this attempt and you have saved my life. Within one year, you can return and ask me for anything within my world and it shall be granted, young Gossoon.” The king, queen and troops turn and hike back towards the castle and Gossoon continues on his travels.
A war broke out within Sluinn between the king’s army and the tribe Pion. It raged on for several months. But in the end, the king was victorious. He had now become the wealthiest man upon the planet, his country size doubled. And it was all because of one man’s kind nature to save another human being.
Now the king had become so powerful and rich, he had also gained paranoia and an anger problem, thinking people were going to try and steal what he had taken in conquer. It had reached the eleventh month of the year and the king started to over think everything, believing the stranger who saved his life so long ago, would come and bow at his feet and ask for his full bank.
The king commanded his guards to arrest the stranger on sight and bring him forth to the king. As the twelfth month gleamed and died, the stranger travelled back to Sluinn to collect his reward. He was captured and chained and dragged to the king’s court to be heard. Gossoon was thrown on the floor. The king sat next to his wife Lucia within giant golden thrones.
“You have come to take my money, haven’t you stranger?” The king hisses.
“Sire, no, you asked me to return to claim my reward, so here I am” Gossoon stammers in fear.
The king rises from his cushion and looks down with an odious stare, pointing at Gossoon.
“You will receive nothing, you deserve nothing, you are to be banished for eternity, and if you return back to my kingdom you will be beheaded. Do you have anything to say?” He addresses.
Gossoon shed one tear and looks upon the queen; she rests ever so quietly as both their eyes connect in gaze.
“Sire, from this day on I hope you find yourself, once something that means so much to you is gone, you will try your hardest to get it back. But I will leave with something that has no weight or colour within your world, something that does not belong to you.”
“If it is not mine, you can have it, now leave and never return!” The king bellows.
Gossoon is picked up and lead from the castle. The king sits, gripping onto his armrests with apathy tapping on his fingertips. The queen leans over.
“Husband, I am feeling rather lightheaded, I think I may take my leave from court and go to bed, my love.” She says ever so gently.
The king leans in for a kiss.
“Yes, my dear. Have your bed maids escort you to our room and I shall be there soon.” The king whispers.
The queen stands and shuffles herself out of the side door, five maids cluster behind her.
That night the king flings his sheets open and creeps into bed next to his beauty. He looks upon her face, thinking he could never love something or someone so much. A kiss upon the lips for the queen.
The queen awakens, squinty eyes at first, she shoots up bright eyed.
“AAAAHHHHHHH! Who are you? Who are you?! Where am I?” The queen falls out of bed and with the balls of her feet she scrapes backwards to the corner of the room.
“My love, my love. It is me, the king.” He pleads with her to know him.
“I have never laid eyes upon you, sir, or this place.” She cries.
“You do not remember me? Is there anything you do remember, my love?” He sobs.
“One thing, I will leave with something that has no weight or colour within your world, something that does not belong to you and I have already taken it; only those words, sir.” She replies rather hypnotized.
Moral of the story, you don’t what you have got until it’s gone and something’s in life are worth so much more than others.
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