Manuscript/pictureWell, here it is! The long awaited sneak peak to my latest work of literature, Historiae Regnorum. Tell me what you think of this portion, any and all criticism will be greatly appreciated!

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A lively fanfare welcomed them, as the doors to the great court opened to reveal two large crowds of people gathered on either side of the aisle. The King walked, solemnly carrying the aura of his regal personage with him, leading his wife, the Queen Lydia by her hand. The Lady’s dress shimmered in the light of the hall, a beautiful sight to any eye. Following the two were the Princess Victoria, and the King’s personal adviser Edgar, who was accompanied by his own son Edward. Behind them followed the Bishop, and then the nobility and royal families, among which walked Richard. “Long Live the King!” the shouts reverberated throughout the grand hall, as the King passed his subjects by, who bowed in homage and respect. He led his Queen to her throne before stepping to his ornately decorated symbol of authority, the throne. The King waited for Lady Victoria to reach her seat besides him, and having reached her subsequent position, the King turned towards his subjects. Extending his hand in signal to a nearby guard, who dutifully approached his Lord, and handed him a sealed scroll. The regent thanked the man, and proceeded to open the royal document. With eyes aged with wisdom, the King began to recite the words his scribe had recorded only days before, “I Benedict, King by the Grace of God, ruler of these ancient lands, call upon God, my royal subject, and Holy Mother Church, to bear witness to this declaration of my will!” His words echoed across the stone edifices of the building, then he continued, “First and foremost is my decision of a successor to the throne.”

The people fell silent as they waited for their King to appoint his long awaited successor. The King gazed over the people present, searching for a certain face. Having found him, he began to speak, “Ihear-by place all rightful claims to the royal personage of the King upon my faithful knight Richard, on the terms that he marry my daughter, the Princess Victoria, and in doing so, be bound by law as my own son.” The crowd gasped in amazement at King Benedict’s peculiar choice, for in choosing Richard, he forsook the noble name of Edward as successor. Edward himself was unusually calm, showing no inclination to jealousy, though his face was rather pale. After the few moments of silence which followed the King’s words, one could notice the movements of someone making his way through the stupendous crowds. The figure emerged and proved to be none other than that of Richard. The gallant knight strode forth towards his Lord, stopping to kneel two steps below the King. Drawing his sword, he held it on high in the fashion of a cross, he began his acceptance, “I Richard, humble servant of his highness King Benedict, accept this honor with pride. May God give me the grace to carry out my duties and obligations, as King over this country, and as husband to the Lady Victoria, as I ought!” At his final words, he could not help but notice the nervous smile which had spread over the Princess’s face. The moment was cut short by the King’s noble voice, “You may rise, Sir Richard.” Rising, the knight nodded his head in thanks, softly acknowledging his liege, “My King.” The young man was quick towalk over to his bride-to-be; where he was quick to reach for the comforting touch of her slender hand.

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Ok, I’m probably not the best writer, but I would like to point out that my story IS NOT a romance, but rather, contains a romance.  It’s a lot of work trying to effectively write something along those lines, especially when you’ve had poor previous experience in that writing field.  But none-the-less, I find myself finally grappling with the effects, and hopefully being able to tie it all in with a reasonable plot-line.  I do have intention of adding a cataclysmic battle in the end of my story, but until then, I want to hold off the violence for as long as possible.  Make it something which the reader will savor… ;)  Also, I would like to point out that I am using an instance of Cloverfield advertisement for my story.  Well, in so many words, very few people actually know what the story is about. Only one person has read it entirely so far, and she is my main source of criticism and guidance.  Back to the pencil and paper! :D