King Gabriel Dialectical Journal

Confined behind his castle’s walls: King Gabriel Wylie stood on the windowsill of his study’s window, desperately feeling a dire need to escape from the ruthful eyes of the bereaved that are still in mourning of those that came before him. He opens his eyes to the color of amber, feeling a gentle breeze sweep across his honey nut skin from the morning’s shower.
The rain eased, leaving a glistening mist of moisture on the glass of the window.
Light beams through the dark clouds that are drifting over the castle.
The king lifts his eyes to the largest point on the mountain, following the movement of the leaves, wishing he were flying between them. He latches his hands on both sides of the window’s frame: Leaning forward, scanning the ground

Even the sounds of the wind, clamoring at the windows, went unheard.
“As amusing as this been,” King Gabriel begins, cutting through the silence. “I’m sure you’re not here to ask me about my day,” he quips. “There’s a reason why your-”
“Stop this at once!” King David utters, interrupting him. He stood behind the chair, facing the king’s desk, eyeing King Gabriel with a smoldering hatred that scorched every inch of his soul. He finally takes his seat and says accusingly, “I know you’re the one behind their deaths.”
King Gabriel’s expression went blank, as though he did not care for the conversation. “Has something happened that I’m not aware of?”
“Do not lie to me.” King David raised his voice, “Lord Easton and Lord Donavan are dead, and you had them killed!”
“Nonsense,” King Gabriel counters with humor in his voice. “Is this why you came? You wanted me to confess to something I had no knowledge of; and here I thought you finally came to your senses and were going to do right by your

He was done playing nice-his version of nice. He could no longer stand quiet and allow the man that assaulted him and falsely accused his brother of a crime he did not commit, get the better of him. He wanted his own form of retribution and did not care on how he claimed it. “If you want me, I’m standing right here. Fight me, face to face. But do not think you’re going to use my family to weaken me.” He advances forward, his eyes a blistering black. “I can be a far superior adversary than you can imagine. You may have the people convince by your lies, but I will never be sway to bend to your will.”
King Gabriel simultaneously blows him back into his chair with the flicker of two fingers. “Sit down,” he commands, lowering his hand. “How do we expect our people to be civil with one another when we can’t?”
“How can I when you started the uprising in my Kingdom,” King David bellows, pushing up from his chair. “You think with this lie you have won, but you can never defeat an enemy that has already outsmarted you. That is why I will always be better than you will. Your father has never gotten the best of me, and he was twice the adversary you’ll ever