The King Piece (event)
Rhesus sits before me on his holy throne, threadbare and humble just as he professed to be outwardly, but those with the proper eye could immediately see that the craftsmanship belied that of the ancient Kalathipsomians and the legendary era of the Twelve Regents. If not worth much in materials, the nobles who beheld it would have known that it was worth more than most nations from its history alone. Subtle, a secret display of wealth, fitting for the Viper of Oraispol.
"So you come at last, the boy I made a king. The beggar to rule Aversaria. My prodigy," Rhesus said, a defeated smile playing across his normally resolute features. I could hardly contain myself, but the situation was dire, and if Rhesus could be brought down peacefully... even the Beggar King knew that great pain could be avoided.
"It's over, Rhesus," I say as I raise the sword, two of the six men who had entered with me stepping forward, "If you surrender now, then your service will be remembered, and you'll be allowed a peaceful retirement."
Rhesus sighed again then stood, my men's spears raising an inch before stopping when the old theocrat knelt down. His knees shook at it, his body well out of practice for an act of true humility, and as he fell to his knees he slowly raised the scepter of his office above his head.
"Take it then, I give you the church, if you give me my life."
I step towards the throne, reaching for the scepter...