Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190401165541/@comment-26517142-20190415023217

Jalken stops... and then laughs. The room quakes - which for some reason, seemed off since time appears to have ceased from the moment her conversation with Joseph began.

"Why do you have to make things complicated? The names and the titles don't matter. The only thing you should be aware of, is the prophesy that includes you. A clown... a no one, in perspective.. who is the only one who can put a realm's fate into a decisive end." said Jalken, her tone seeming to treat the jester's words as an attempt for laughter.

"For one... the title Scarlet King means of a ruler... who had come from a dyed past. A past once colored in red... in the scarlet of war and violence... this was told of us before by our father. But he never stated the exact one who was intended to be that King."

"Also.. it is not one I chose to see. But something that will come to pass and as such, it needed me to see it. I understand that you may see yourself as unfit to rule anything.. nor do you believe you are fitting to call that title. But I only ask... to have you be my husband and empower me."

Jalken coos at him. Her face floats closer. "I will not take you from your wife. Nor will I beg to be a part of your life. In fact... you must invite her here so that I can meet her. And of course.. after you help me rise to stop this outcome.. this future of discord... I will not bother you any more. You can live your life in relative peace."

Jalken smiles.

="Is it too much to ask.. to have you help me?" =