Been playing a lotta kingdom two crowns, I think I might have to draw all of my monarch; I already have a doomed freindship plot line
Please please please please read under cut (all of it is super under development though:
So, my running head canon for each of the new monarchs is that they’re a previous subject of the last kingdom, chosen as the heir to be next in line should the current monarch die.
Now, for the (so far) monarchs in my main game, they go as follows: The White/Red Wolf*, The Black Hydra, “The Young Queen”/Bear**, and Mira***.
*(I’m still between the two, but I call them Ruby in my head most of the time)
**Bear died very early, she was on the fifth island for barely a season
***The only not to be picked for skill of fighting, and the only to not have started as an archer; Mira was assigned as farmer.
Going with the idea that the monarchs are chosen by the last one, is what lead to the sad but neat stuff popping into my head
Basic idea
Hydra had lasted long, so long, longer than her predecessor had. She missed wolf, dearly, as little less then a long past fond memory of youth. She knew that she had to pick an heir, someone to reign after her, and if she were to be able to pick and train one, she had few years left to do it. She had to pick one now.
The young archer was promising; they had barely been a bowmen for a year, but were getting very good. They had been born in the second kingdom, the last that wolf had seen grow full and prosperous. It was a tragedy the young archer never got to meet the first to hold the crown, Wolf would’ve loved them dearly. Their old mentor would appreciate a good archer like that. The young archer would make a fine soldier one day, with some guidance, an excellent ruler.
Hydra did not expect to die this way; though it wasn’t particularly surprising. No, no, it really wasn’t they supposed. She had expected to die in battle, or in the greed cave, but in fact it was simply a slip of mind, to greedy, out to far to soon before the night. Perhaps the young apprentice shall do better.
This was all too soon, this wasn’t supposed to happen, she knew she needed to rule one day, that Hydra needed her too. Gods. This was too soon. One of the other bowmen brought back Hydras helmet.
She needs to rule now. Or the kingdoms will fall apart; the farmers, the workers, Mira, can’t protect themselves, not without a ruler. She’ll avenge Hydra if it’s the last thing she has to do.
Mira told Bear to slow down, wait through until next spring. Mira told her that if she left in the summer then she would only have the fall left to fix and prepare the fourth kingdom for winter. Gods damn it, Mira begged her to stop rushing. But no, she never listened. Got it in her head that if she didn’t, then nobody would, that she had to go off running to make those things pay.
Bear had the audacity to try and tell Mira not to come with her, to the next, that there was no room for a farmer on the boat, only the bowmen and builders. Why did she have to look up to that bitter old woman. They had enough, more than enough, back home. Why did the monarchs have to get greedy like that’s expand and expand and expand past right where they were. That old hermit used to tell stories, that monsters used to come out of the cave, take people who were outside the walls at night.
Why couldn’t they just stay stories. Why did Bear have to go marching to the crown. Why couldn’t she leave stories as stories of long before. Mira was getting on that boat. And there’s nothing Bear can do to stop her.
Bear left at night. Never said goodbye to Mira; just left a note saying she was right, they’d need lots of time to prep and island, had to leave as soon as they could; didn’t want to waste time with goodbyes after the boat was prepped for the trip. She said she’d be back next summer, after defeating greed cave, like The Black Hydra had back home. To avenge her.
It was a bit like the letter Mira got half a year later; that the island had fallen. That Bear had apparently had some of her subjects smash one of those creatures portals, that the next night the fought back in revenge. That they didn’t win. That Bear had decreed that whatever was Bears, was to be Miras. For Mira to watch the first four kingdoms.
Then find a suitable heir to be the next monarch.
One who could lead it as a soldier, to avenge the fifth kingdom.
Mira had preparing to do. As a monarch, not an advisor, to ensure each island was at its best, and then, at very beginnings of spring, ensure the fifth kingdom would not need a fifth monarch.
