King Aldric Shadowmane stood at the window of his highest tower, watching storm clouds gather over his kingdom of Ravenspire. Below, in the castle courtyard, servants scurried about like ants, preparing for the coming winter. His crown, heavy with the weight of generations, pressed upon his brow as he dictated to his enchanted quill.
The greatest challenge in the coming months?
The easy answer would be the approaching winter. Our granaries are full, yes, but the harvest wasn’t what it should have been. The summer drought saw to that. Any king worth his crown could point to empty bellies as his greatest worry.
Or perhaps I should speak of the dragon that’s taken up residence in the Northern Mountains. Old Frostfang, they call her. She’s been demanding increased tribute with each passing month. My advisors suggest appeasement, but dragons are like winter – give them an inch, and they’ll take a mile.
The court whispers about the growing tension with the Elvish Realms to the east. Three centuries of peace, threatened by a border dispute over a forest neither side truly needs. Diplomacy requires a delicate touch when dealing with beings who measure their lives in millennia rather than decades.
But no. These are merely the usual trials of ruling. The true challenge that looms before me is far more personal, far more devastating.
My daughter, Crown Princess Elena, turns sixteen when the first snow falls. According to ancient law, she must then either claim the throne or defer her right to rule. I see in her eyes the same fire that burned in mine at her age – the desire to prove herself, to make her mark upon the world.
But I also see what she cannot: the weight of the crown, the way it bends not just the head but the soul. Each decision a king makes ripples out like stones cast in a pond, touching lives in ways we cannot always predict. I’ve sent men to their deaths with a word, sentenced criminals with a gesture, changed the fates of entire families with the stroke of a pen.
How do I prepare her for this burden? How do I tell her that every choice will haunt her, that each victory comes with its own peculiar pain? That sometimes being king means choosing between bad and worse, and living with the consequences?
The prophets speak of dark times ahead. War, famine, the stirring of ancient evils in the Deep Places. My daughter may inherit a kingdom on the brink of chaos. And I have six months to teach her everything I’ve learned in thirty years of rule.
So yes, while dragons roar and diplomats scheme and winter winds howl at our gates, my greatest challenge will be preparing a sixteen-year-old girl to bear the weight of a crown that nearly broke her father.
The ravens bring reports of unrest in the outer provinces. The Merchant’s Council demands an audience. The Master of Coin needs signatures on urgent documents. And somewhere in the castle, my daughter practices swordplay with her guards, unaware that the greatest battles are fought not with steel, but with wisdom, patience, and the courage to face impossible choices.
May the old gods grant me the strength to teach her well. For winter is coming, and with it, the future of Ravenspire rests upon shoulders far too young for such a burden.
King Aldric set down his quill and touched the cold glass of the window. Below, the first drops of rain began to fall, and in their pattern, he could almost see the shape of things to come.
Time grows short, and there is still so much to teach.
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