THE LIGHT COURT

The King retired back to his private room. The Royal Chamberlain followed him and they left the other denizens of the Light Court behind. The ‘room’ was not just four walls, a floor and a ceiling of course. When the door closed, the two powerful beings were effectively alone in a shard universe of the King’s own creation.

“I have instituted the first phase of the plan, my King. I am curious however, why you did not want the High Chancellor or the rest of the Court to know.”

The King of Light stood silently on a balcony. In front of him was a sea of raw Chaos. Most beings would go mad just staring into such primordial soup for more than a few minutes, but the King gazed unflinchingly. Hours passed with no response, but what was that to immortal beings? The Chamberlain waited patiently.

When the King finally spoke, the Chamberlain heard something he had never heard before in his liege’s voice, hesitation. “Those weaklings are not worthy of knowing my thoughts… also, it would not be… prudent.”

“What does it matter what they know, my King? You are the strongest being in creation. That is why I serve you.”

The King of Light just nodded in response to his Chamberlain’s Machiavellian reasoning. There were no illusions as to the nature of their partnership. He was quiet for even longer this time. He searched for answers in the sea of grey Chaos which had seemed more turbulent of late. When he spoke, it was softly.

“Once that was true, my Chamberlain. The Universe though, is shifting in its slumber. I feel that none of us are safe anymore.”


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