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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