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    House Farrand-Calhoun Lochlan Farrand-Calhoun's Avatar  
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    Lochlan understood what he was doing and he had to be careful now. With a slight gesture a beautifully crafted block was brought forward and placed before Luther. Maybe few others would think it beautiful but the King thought it was the most magnificent thing he’d seen in decades. It was crafted for the Kings and made specifically for this ceremony. Up until now it had earned no marks as it was simply decoration, the sisters who had fallen for Balfour always had their throats gracefully slit and never were there a blade that cut through them. This day was obviously going to be different than all the others.

    Luther didn’t look up at him and simply rested his neck and shoulders upon the block before him. There was a moment of silence as, admittedly Lochlan looked down and enjoyed the sight, his brother wasn’t fighting his fate and it was a beautiful thing to behold. He unsheathed the sword that had sat upon his hip and it caught the light that shone down from the sky. It was a good weight for today’s event and the young royal smiled from ear to ear.

    “To the Gods! I present your sacrifice of royal blood. This day marks the death of Prince Luther Kirkland Wainwright Farrand-Calhoun. First born to your Queen Gabriella Octavia Morganna Farrand-Calhoun and first of his name. His blood shall seal and protect the Farrand-Calhoun name.”

    With those final words Lochlan put all of his weight into the sword he held and forced it down upon his brother’s neck. It was a clean blow, and Lochlan thanked the Gods for his success, he feared that if he had to chop there would be a sick Princess or two upon the stage. Nataliah knew the sound of bone upon blade but Tatianna was an innocent and he wished to keep her that way.

    Blood poured from Luther’s headless body and Lochlan payed little attention to where the traitor’s head rolled off to.

    “With the death of this Prince I name myself your King.”

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    From her seat on her throne, Jacquelyn watched Lochlan address the crowd. There was no question that the right brother was ascending to the kingship; the ease with which Lochlan spoke, the strength he exuded, the respect he had for his people and for the position he was to take, all of it simply proved what she'd known all along to be correct. Luther's death would put an end to the blight that had settled over the country, and peace would once more be able to settle upon not only their family, but all of the people, as well.

    The susurrations of the crowd as Luther was brought forward drew the queen's eyes to roam over the faces of those assembled. It was clear that some had guessed that Tatianna was not going to be the one whose blood would flow into the river and nourish the lands, but there were a good number of people whose faces contorted with a look of shock. She didn't think it had ever happened that a male child was sacrificed, much less a grown man who had already proclaimed himself king, but there was no other way to rectify this situation. Luther's life was forfeit for his crimes against hsi kin, his people, and his country, and it was only fitting that his death bring a purpose that his life had been bereft of.

    Lochlan's voice boomed out over the crowd, bringing everyone's attention to the center of the stage, and Jacquelyn's gaze was transfixed. Her brow lifted in surprise that Luther was laying down without a fight; she had expected him to protest, to scream, to go into the hysterics which had colored his last few months of life and freedom. She half wondered if he had been drugged to make him compliant, but she knew that wasn't the case; to do so would have been too kind to him, and would have been an affront to the gods to whom his life would be given up to.

    Jacquelyn did not so much as flinch as the sword flashed and embedded itself into the block beneath Luther's neck. The dull sound seemed to reverberate through the crowd even as Luther's headless body jerked once or twice in its death throes. Blood poured over the front of the block and down the stage, dripping onto the ground beneath. Soon it would find its way to the river, where it would pour down over the waterfall and soak into the very soul of the land, nourishing it as only this sort of sacrifice could.

    The priest who had stood aside to oversee the ceremony now stood, the crown of the previous king held between his fingers. He approached, bowed his head in deference, and then placed the crown atop Lochlan's head, sealing the coronation. Although she wasn't sure from whence the cry came first, the call of "Long live the King!" rang over the assembly, and Jacquelyn stood to add her voice to the cheers.

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    House Farrand-Calhoun Tatianna Farrand-Calhoun's Avatar  
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    Seeing the block that had been crafted for just these events, a block that had been meant for her, Tatianna bit into her lower lip. The murmur of the crowd, realizing that it was not going to be the youngest Princess who was the Sacrifice but the eldest born of the Dowager Queen, caught her ear as Lochlan began to speak and Luther was put on his knees before it.

    The sword that Lochlan held would not be put to her throat, but would sever Luther's head from his body. Tatianna did not know if she could handle seeing it, but made herself watch in silence. Langston was there, his hand tight on hers as he whispered for her not to look. It would do her no good to see this, and he did not want a fainting sister.

    Close your eyes, Tatianna. This is not meant for you to see. Hold my hand, and try to close your ears too. It is almost over.

    Repeating those words to herself, she tried to obey, her head bowed. Luther had done terrible things, but surely some-one should feel some sorrow for his death. He was still her brother, regardless. In her heart, she whispered to the Goddess to forgive him his sins and to take him to her. For it to be over fast, a swift and just punishment for the wrongs Luther did Balfour.

    Over and over she kept it going until she heard the cries of support for the new King. Only then did Tatianna open her eyes, doing her best to look at Lochlan and Jacquelyn. They were what was good and positive about today. She could focus on that, and on the way King Cailen smiled at Nataliah. How warm Langston's hand was in hers, and her first kiss. That was what was important. It was the start of Lochlan's reign and a new age.

    Long live the King.

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    House Gardiner Reed Gardiner's Avatar  
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    Reed stood beside Marcus in the area where the coronation was to happen, intrigued by the way his friend stared at the figures on the dais. He took note that there was another slender blond girl beside Princess Nataliah. That must be the youngest girl, the one who had been meant for the Sacrifice but was to be spared. Interesting deviation from the norm, that.

    Shading his eyes with a hand, he watched as the block was brought and the former King was brought to meet his fate. Aware that Rosemary was watching as well, he reached to wrap an arm around her shoulders. His sister was a strong young woman but she had a sensitive nature. If she did not want to see what was coming, Reed would not think any less of her. He wasn't sure he wanted to see another Farrand-Calhoun lose their life for the good of Balfour, but tradition had to be observed.

    As the deed was done and the crown was placed on Lochlan's head, he expelled a breath and looked over to make sure Rose was all right. Cheers broke out, and he added his voice to them. "Long live the King!" Maybe now Balfour and her people could purge the foul sickness that had been spread by the now-dead Luther.

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