
The Emperor awoke to the morning sun softly kissing his cheek. Six months had passed since his father’s unexpected demise. At 11 years, the unprepared dreamer, Lin Tai Yu ascended to the throne.
Beyond the trees, northern armies amassed. The cruelty of his father’s crumbling empire spawned an insatiable appetite for revenge.
The child Emperor, oblivious to the cost of his father’s reign, hiding out in treetops playing foolish games.
Written for Week #234 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Empire, Count: 70)
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I’ve always been fascinated and astounded by rulers put on the throne at a tender age. One imagines they have advisors pulling the strings.
~Ornery Owl~
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All about bloodlines and the divine right to rule. Keep in mind that children were forced to grow up faster in earlier generation but even still I’d imagine even with advisors it would be difficult to maintain confidence not to mention advisors taking advantage of the situation to usurp power.
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