King Hanequin attended to his duties. As he headed for the meeting room, he passed by the family portrait that hung in that corridor. Upon seeing the face of his late wife, his face developed a frown. He had a truly saddened look on his face and he sighed as well. It felt, to him, as if it were only the day before that she had succumb to her illness and was taken from them by the spirits above, hers becoming one of those many that watched over them from the realm above. He truly missed her dearly. 



He still had his daughter, but she was of marrying age though. Soon enough, she would wed and have a family of her own, and she would someday rule in his place. The thought of her being alone brought him more heartache, on top of what he felt from the loss of his wife, his queen. But the thought of her having a family of her own lessened that a bit, if only for a time. However, he was not hoping that day would arrive any time soon. Anyway, he proceeded to head down the corridor, wiping a tear from his eye and trying not to think about such saddening things any longer. 





He did not know it yet, but this peaceful day would not entirely be peaceful. Something was coming, although he did not know that yet either. What is was would be a complete surprise, and not the good kind. This would be a great tragedy for the kingdom, perhaps greater than loosing their king, depending on who would be asked about it. The king was about to encounter a great event that would truly change their lives, and that of everyone else in the kingdom, forever.