Ramiel, Kingdom

[Tiphon]

We danced with monsters through the night It's finally time. His prowess is gone and his abilities have faltered. Everything in his core throbs with the love of the Dale, but that has never been enough. He was never meant to be a King, but he accepted the crown to keep it away from outsiders. While he did what he could, Tiphon was never entirely proud of the fruition. With rise, however, there is a fall. It's during this revelation that Tiphon materializes in front of Ramiel. His eyes are hard at first, scrutinizing his son carefully, before they soften into the gaze of not a King, but of a father. "Ramiel," the taste of the boy's - no, he isn't a boy anymore - name floods him with joy because he knows that enough time has elapsed. This isn't a farewell, but a great leap in Dale history. Isn't every resignation and ascension valuable? A flickering grin stretches briefly across Tiphon's lips before his head tilts toward the distant knoll. "Let us go to the hill, shall we?" Without waiting for an answer, the angel turns away and quietly walks. The silence doesn't last. During their short trek across the hilly landscape Tiphon brings light to the situation. "I have been unable to provide for this kingdom the last couple of years. I've failed her but I've been waiting for this moment. I couldn't do it sooner - it was too early, too premature, but I can't think of a better time than now." Their eyes meet when Tiphon gives a sideways glance to his son. "I've watched you grow and mature. I couldn't ask for a better son and heir." The conversation hangs there as they ascend the knoll, side by side. Only when they've crested it together Tiphon faces the boy (he will always be a boy in his father's eyes). "I'm stepping down as King of the Dale, Ramiel, and you are my successor. Do as you will to the ranks. Tiberios has been missing for years so I would suggest removing him as Lord. Everything is in your hands now. The Dale is yours, my son." His molten gold eyes glance away to drink in the sight of their home as the first light of dawn spreads like fire. "Call to your family, your Dalean family, Ramiel. They will all be excited to hear from their new King." Tiphon infection and starlace

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Looong awaited but I haven't been able to even post this until just now ><

Everyone, wait until Ramiel replies before posting.