LIAB Text 9
In every reign there comes one night of greatest blackness, when a King must send away his court of flatterers and servants, and sit alone in the dark with the beast called truth.
In the gloom of the grand hall, Slately could hear it breathe.
Truth at court was treated as if it were a precious commodity. It was hoarded, coveted, bartered for. Certainly this analogy applied to lies; his courtiers accepted his lies as currency of the realm. He handed them lies in large denominations, and they returned him his change in small ones.
Oh, but truth was something different. Something alive and immortal. By light of day it was only a little butterfly: pretty, elusive, easily crushed and utterly unable to defend itself. Most nights, too, it slept harmlessly. One could wave it away for a very long time.
But on the nights it did not sleep, neither did the King.
Slately slumped in his throne, his fists crossed over his chest beneath his ermine cape. Statues of fallen Kings and Queens, Princes and Princesses stared down at him from the eaves. They were his only companions. They, and the truth beast, and an empty bottle of his best brandy. All were cold comfort.
Why, Titans? This cannot truly be your will. Test our worth, if you must. But we shall rise to it, I so swear!
When he had allowed his son to take the Arkenpliers into battle, he had hoped the Prince would prove his mettle, that the Titans would allow Ansom to master their artifact. He did not expect this result, this opposite, this truth.
This was the truth that had destroyed poor Bea. It would crash down upon his city, and if the city did not stand, then the whole world would likely end.
A Queen. And she might prove useful. He simply refused to place his hopes upon her.
No, his hopes as always lay with his sons. Proud Ossomer would stand tomorrow at the bridge, with clever, flighty Tramennis beside him. They would hold back that Demon thing shaped like his lost Ansom, at least long enough for the King to shame old Dickie into joining the fray. This fight could be won. This truth had not yet sent him to the Hall of the Mountain King for judgement.
"Do you hear me, beast?" he blurted. His brandy-muddled words echoed around the columns and statues, and rained back down upon him from the vaulted ceiling. "We could win!"
But the beast still lurked in the dark, breathing, breathing.
- ^ "Royal-in-name-only", or RINO, is similar to the common criticism found online when fans dub a movie, book, or franchise to be so far distanced from its original source material as to be "X-in-name-only". This was the case with the 2007 Godzilla movie, which was called "Godzilla-in-name-only" (aka GINO) and the 2004 relaunch of Battlestar Galactica (also nicknamed GINO).
- ^ This is the first clearly out of order update, happening a full turn before the comics.