LONDON ENGLAND; (1677)...

''War is a common, Charles.''

''I know Mother.

But, our military is enhanced more than it has ever been.

No attack as strong as it may be, can prevail against us, we needn't war to assure safetyness.'' Said Charles

Mary of Modena walked to her son who stood at a very distance. crunching gravels and sones straddled about the rigid soil of the mountain with her leather soled espadrille.

Standing feet against feet with Charles.

She sent her left hand to his cheek, it's touch lingered for a moment, and she added a glimmer of smile to make the moment a little non-complex.

For she knows how discernful his son is, a tad grimace is enough to sprout worry in his heart.

''Those were the exact words your father used, Mary said.

it almost brought England to it's knees.''

She shook her heads and pouted at the disgust of contemplation, a liken of it to fear, and facts of it being the actions of fear, were her beliefs about contemplation.

Mary walked away from Charles standing on the middle area of the mountain top, she went to the edge and stood on the cliff with her hands in fold, glancing at the sea and ravaging waves splashing against the rocks at it's shores. Charles was behind her.

''August 1618 when the Germans declared war over England. Mary said.

Your father arrayed troops west the shores of le-harve and the north sea, for a preemptive attack'' Mary talked above her shoulders, and her head kept side-ways.

Her story griped Charles's attention firmly, he has never heard of the story Mary told , then he was still a young mind not yet affected by events and experience. Two words, partial tabula-rasa, he was still a little child.

Although Charles had existed before the year 1618 when it all began happening, he wasn't let to know about war, for he wasn't old enough to hear stories about it, his parents feard it would sprout hysteric feelings in him.

Somehow the story faded out of the lips of men but not their minds, after subsequent wars the following years. 1623, 1627, 1633, 1641 and 1648 respectively.

Britian was judged the most volatile kingdom then... Having spent thirty years waging armed conflicts with other nations, most of which were preemptive.

Those years were called "dies conflictu dominatium, meaning, days of prevailing conflict. A tripple-decade-warfare.(T.D.W.).

But since after those years of prevailing conflict, britian haven't been engaging in wars till present, yet live peaceful, it was what they reaped from waging war, peace and dominance.

After the tripple decade warfare, an era when demise superceded nativity, it was estimated ten million lives were lost within that thirty years of war, something nativity couldn't achieve, even till now 1677 nativity haven't yet made up for the loss it caused.

The first preemptive war led by a Stuart, took place in the year 1618 between Britian and Germans, who were under the rule of Arnulf the abator, a crooked leader who forcefully took the throne from the clutches of it's righful heir, master Friedrich meuller son of Julian meuller, in the year 1586 when Julian meuller died.

Mary was all about making it known to Charles about Arnulf the abator, and reasons why he should do a preemptive war.

Mary said to Charles.

"Not even a smidgen of taste had your father about war to know it's intensity," fluttering her head as she spoke, it was her usual gesture.

He saw war as a scrimmage.

his course of action contained as much as many inexperience.''

The winds flickered, Mary's clothes bellowed gently in the friendly wind.

''A battalion of troops, central north sea, drowned, the depths as their grave.

Mary said,

she stretched out her arms gently, to feel the seductive chill of the wind.

Mary continued speaking whilst Charles listened.

''The troops were withdrawn, to regroup in England.

The Germans were at the verge of embracing the shores of Newcastle, when we defeated them, they retreated.

Expedience and numbers game were what we held up, to bring them down, the expedient thrives at war.'' Mary said.

Charles moved closer to his Mother Mary and stood right beside her,

in a union, their emotions succumbed to the Sensation from the breeze, listening to it's bickering veiled over the atmosphere, It all came about a short- meditation, their hairs twirled in the airy cloud, just a solemn moment they observed, nothing more.

It fizzled for a while and faded moments later.

''Mother, i understand your warnings, Charles said.

But am fine the way Britian is, our arms is capable of defending us.''charles added.

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All his reign, he has been told about the intergenerational-rite, a customary practice where preemptive wars are waged against neighbouring kingdoms, France, Germany, Spain and Portugal, all in accordance to their strategy, -"the best form of defence is attack, with an objective to abate the enemy till its so weak that it might not reprise for many years.

The first rite was introduced in the year 1572 by king Martin everleigh winterbourne, during that year, he sieged and abated France.

winterbourne feared france would declared war over England, for at that time, France declared war over the ottoman empire and succeeded in abating it,

Winterbourne then took a preemptive war to France, an oceanic war before the shores of le-harve, all in the name of abating a nuisance.

king winterbourne succeeded in routing France, leaving it in a state of extreme ruin.

A few Months later after the war in 1572, Winterbourne found out that France never intended to abate the ottomans for no just cause, -in the year 1553 the ottomans waged war against an Oriental kingdom- the Japanese empire-, they progressively took over the Japanese land yoshimitsu saburo who was their emperor then, had to seek help from France after his fellow Orientals refused to offer a helping hand.(Chinese empire and Korean empire).

Villeneuve Marius was the ruler of France then, he helped the Japanese with arms and armies to rout the ottomans and set them free from their oppression.

When winterbourne learnt he made a mistake that could be a wallop against Britian, by then France were forming an alligance with Spain, the romans and Poland against Britian, it was practically too late to restitute that which has been damaged, lost lives, kingdoms brought down to rubbles.

Instead of trying restitution, Winterbourne did the unimaginable, withal audacious, he waged a bloody war over the four nations forming an alligance with France.

He formed his own alligance with the ottomans and the Arabic Persians they were called the meliorists, verily the name was opposite to what they really are.

With the help of the ottomans in ( August 1573), he massacred this four nations,

In Italy - he made Rome- groan

In Poland - Warsaw- saw war.

In France - he made paris - perish.

And in Spain -Madrid was made riddance of.

By winterbourne and his military, in a Bloody war that took place in the aegean sea in Mediterranean, a trade route to Rome and Persia and also the boarder between Europe and Africa.

Winterbourne still saw how great the alligance would be if they decide to come together again for a war, or if they rejuvenate.

He tacticaly made preemptive war a ritual, in other that France and her allies will never grow back to being the strong nations they were known to be, erstwhile.

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Mary stretched her lips a little wide, a smile was feigned, she turned her looks at Charles.

''Son, success differs, what a man calls success could be called the beginning by another man. Mary stated.

To survive at the top, you should never be satisfied with what you have and own, always strive to have more.

Nobody can tell if an egg is male or female until it hatches.

The same way, nobody can tell how strong his enemies are, until after fighting them.

When your father was king, he thought like you just did.

But when Arnulf the abator declared war over England, we found out how feeble we were.

Our arms were abated as though they were instrument designed to be played with.

we learnt to never always conclude we are the strongest, when our strength is yet to be tested.

We also learnt that the best form of defence was attack. That's how a preemptive war became our best strategy."

Charles casted a furtive look at her, it seemed Mary words repelled his, and also teaches him leadership.

"I rather not involve England and myself in earthly scrambles.

Which yield nothing but emphemral achievements." Said charles

Mary's face turned fierce at the hearing of his words, he is just a replica of his father, she thought.

Too stubborn to be convinced, but would, after smitering in the shame of defeat.

"Look who's talking about ephemeral, said Mary, she sneered at him brightly, without showing less she was getting annoyed.

Life itself is finite, and vanity.

Woah, it marvels me how events vanishes, becoming just a memory, barely vivid.

Isn't that what you mean? She turned her gaze at Charles.

Son. I know the universe and all living in it is finite.

But one thing that isn't vanity. Is that which benefits the masses and that which will serve generations to come."

"War isn't a good way for attaining peace." Charles argued.

"If we have them defeated, then the next generation will never be trampled upon by them."

"No mother!, Charles snapped.

I can't spend my men for the safety of an unseen generation,

Every generation should be responsible for itself."

Charles carved a moat around his words with the last words he said. in case Mary tries to counter.

Those words rankled Mary, she stared disgustingly at Charles.

"But you rip the fruits of my generations labour, which is tranquility. She said with a bright strain showing on her neck, she was annoyed.

How did it come about?, By the sweat and blood of the brave, -she gnashed at Charles.-

It's so selfish of you not to be willing to do the same for another generation to come, all in the name of self- preservance."

Charles assumed a crouching position as soon as Mary's words convicted him, he bent his head and shut his eyes.

"I have done my best for the next generation, by strengthening our ammunition.

nothing more can I do for them, britian can't war till infinity, a warful mind is never at peace, for he fear an attack from those he offended.

war and peace can never exist at once." Charles said whilst standing from a crouching position and getting over a smite.

Mary soon became obsessed by what he was saying."Shut your hole!." She commanded.

But Charles failed to restrain, "I know what am saying mother, said charles.

This generational war has to end,"

"War has preserved Britian till present.

Why should it fizzle out during your regime." Mary strained.

"To always think war will bring peace is foolishness, and am not a foolish man." Charles replied.

''Am not surprised if those liege men of yours who has ambitious inertia, are the brats, giving you selfish and carwordly ideas.

you lack governing power." Mary spoke, seeming filled with desperation.

"yes, the council told me that making peace is the best course of action. !"

"What are you afraid of, is it that you haven't enough power,

I can make us powerful." Mary strained, causing a vivid stroke on her neck, it showed Charles the degree of her desperation.

''Powerful?.'' Charles asked, he cackled at it.

''Yes, it's all at the Golden city, a land full of gold, brass, silver, ores, and the hardest metal ever found. titanium.''

''The Golden city is a myth, mother.'' Charles reproved abruptly,

''Says who.''? Mary interrogated, She regarded Charles's face, to see if there was surety on it.

''Said by nobody, He responded.

no-one who have gone there, has ever made it home. He took away his face from the scrutinizing eyes of his mother.

It probably means there is nothing there but a dead end.'' Charles added.

''I was expecting that from a king who only sits on his throne and deduce. Mary said, she appeared angry to Charles, Charles stared at her, dumbfounded by the sudden abuse hurled at him.

for he is too afraid to take action, you are a weak man Charles.'' Mary added.

''Am not a weak man mother!.'' A grimace formed in his appearance.

''You are just a replica of your father, Mary hurled in more abusive statement, Charles shut his eyes, squeezed tight his brows, attempting to tolerate Mary's words.

You are both weak, cowardly, and indecisive, it's been a strain of weakness in our lineage for men.'' Mary said.

''Your sister Rebecca, Duchess of Cambridge, will Even make a better leader than you."

''That's Enough mother!.'' Charles let-off his tolerance, seems he couldn't compound the robust abuse laid on him,

he scrunched to a ground level, feeling depressed.

Medleys of thought and emotions hovered in his mind and heart, his hands molded over a couple of gravel, he squeezed them tight in his hands out of anger.

Mary heard him snorting, Charles was weeping bitterly, and intently hiding his face from being regarded by mary.

Mary stooped to reach his height, she sent her arm across his neck.

''Son, my words are without the intent of hurting you.

But to make you stronger.''

Charles wiped his eyes facing the ground, he looked at Mary, his red eyes told how bitter he wept.

''How has it made me strong?, am scrunched like a child who lost his mother.'' Charles said.

''My words make them strong who heed to it.'' Said mary.

He dropped a map before Charles, and left.

She knew Charles, possibly more than Charles knew himself, he might be selfish, but when his ego is at stake he could do virtually anything to preserve it.

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''Talk to me, Charles!, Charles!, Charles!,'' Lady Margaret yelled, she was squatted on the floor and wielding Charles's head in her arms, his body laid on the ground and his garbs straddled all over the ground, His eye's glowed as though he was oblivious, his body, motionless and unresponsive to sensations.

Lady Margaret snivelled for an answer, mentioning her husbands name in fear, smacking his cheeks to shove him out of whatever state he might be in. Oblivion, Trance, Daydreaming, Illusion.

All but misunderstanding her husband's condition might be what brought in the feeling of fear in Margret, undecided actions, feelings intruding against feelings. She was anxious about what the cause may be, for an impaired lips, motionless body and a glowering eye's were abnormalities.

Her fears bolted up, as she snivelled ceaselessly for an answer

All she got from Charles were gibberish, Sounds that weren't actual words.

''Guards, Guards, Somebody help!.'' Margaret screamed, the situation had become too complicated to bear, an extra support became a needful.

Margaret waited patiently for help, sobbing and weeping, She had no tint of knowledge on what to about Charles, she made her presence the best help she could possibly render.

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It Took a long while before anyone came, Lord Aiden the chief castellan, maid-servants and castle-wards all rushed in, everyone scuttling with eagerness, probably the Queen's loud shriek sent them running nimbly, for her shriek is a sparse occurrence in the castle, many who work there can testify it has never happened before.

''What happened my lady?.'' Lord Aiden asked,

Whilst giving Lady Margaret of Sheffield, a hand, the maids and wards who tailed Aiden into the room diverged to help the king who laid motionless on the floor.

''I have no idea, he just slumped, suddenly.'' Margaret said, while looking at the picturing with Aiden.

''An abrupt slump. That is very unusual.'' Aiden pronounced, after investigating in his mind facts about the king's health, aside from minorities such as headaches, stomach ache's and fatigue, the king haven't been ill for a year, Lord Aiden had the record kept, for it's his job as the chief castellan.

''He was doing well before we went to bed, when I woke up I didn't see him on the bed, rather deposed on the floor with glowing eyes.''

Margaret lamented, it told how intense her worry is, withal a watery eye and a strenuous sob that gave her a meager neck.

''I think sorcery has a hand in this'' he made a moue of wonder in his face, how could sorcery gallivant about the castle under his nose, Lord Aiden thought, his strict and single minded loyalty to his job made him the all-time best chief-castellan.

But the situation could reduce that title to rubbles.

''Someone summon the physician!, Aiden yelled. I sense something is unnatural about this.'' He added.. If he could beg all to keep this occurrence a secret he would, to protect his image, he could be voted out as the chief castellan if the news gets to the ears of the dukes and duchesses of various peerages, that an unnatural ailment struck the king (emperor) to repose.

The finicky dukes of UK peerages could demand for a sanction amid firing him.

A servile maid-servant headed towards the door immediately.

To get the physician was her purpose,

The other maids and wards combined efforts to lug Sir Charles onto the bed, the maid-servants and wards all left after that, leaving the job for the physician.

Lady Margaret went and sat next Charles, she closed her hands over his, praying in her mind for an immediate recovery.

''It shall be well soon, my lady. Lord Aiden said, moving close to Lady Margaret, he laid his hands over her shoulder.

I will make sure, that happens before dawn, and nobody will know this ever occurred.'' Aiden added, he sucked in a breath deeply and let it out with his frustration.

''Your words make me believe you care more about your prestige than you do for the king's life.'' Margaret said casting scrutiny eyes at Aiden.

Aiden turned away from those eyes, ''What made you say that.'' He asked,

''Don't pretend you know nothing of what I said, Margaret said.

I've marked you down to having self-serving interests in whatever you do.''

Aiden gasped, he was surprised by Margaret's words, it's pinpoint and the boldness with which it came.

''I would call that an inaccurate impression.-''

''Then tell me why it shouldn't be heard by nobody else,

not even the dukes of our peerage.'' Margaret said.

''You know nothing about security my lady.'' Aiden argued.

''Mind the way you speak to me am your Queen, I have the powers to strip you off your job here. She pointed at Aiden.

And I shall make sure that happens when this is over.''

''Why am I laid.'' Charles's voice intruded..

''My Lord, you are awake.'' She said loudly, and wrapped her hands on Charles's cheeks, Margaret lingered on smiling and starring happily at him she gave him a peck after a moment.

''How did I arrive here?, I was on a mountain with my mother.'' Charles said, he loured in surprise.

Aiden and Margaret appeared confused his words sent them mowing and regarding one another.

''My Lord you didn't go anywhere, you were here with me all night.'' Margaret strained.

''She handed me a map, where is it.''? Charles asked.

''What map sire.?'' said Aiden

''I don't know what he is talking about.'' Margaret said.

Charles chucked off his blanket abruptly. He went in search of the map tossing around his pillows, blankets to different positions.

He jumped down his bed after he found nothing on the bed, he scrunched to look under his bed, He saw nothing but darkness and the other end beneath the bed.

Violent pacing with his hands and sniffy sounds made him look like a retard. "Where is it,?" He yelled, behaving as though he wasn't far from insanity.

"What has gotten into you?; searching for imaginary objects." Said Margaret. she griped on Charles's arm, she had an intent to hold him back from going elsewhere.

"Unhand me woman.!" Charles yelled whilst pacing ruggedly under Margaret grip,

But Violent pacings weren't enough to break Charles free from Margaret's clutches.

"Let him go Mary." Aiden interfered.

"Stay out of this, it's family matter." Mary said.

Aiden had to mellow down.

Charles persevered in pacing around and attained freedom from Mary's clutches, he broke free and ran straight towards the cupboard few meters away from his bed.

He picked up a map that laid under the cupboard, it was as if his life and senses were brought back when he found the map, he knelt down feeling relieved he had found his precious.

He raised the map over his head .

"Behold the road to greatness, with this we shall trample upon our foes. Charles said.

Aiden, send word to whoever it May concern, tell them the preemptive war is to be held....