Kingdom of Hearts by Anonymous (best ereader for manga .txt) 📖

Tyson sat in his chair next to the window. Elanor sitting at the table, looking over a cookbook, her stomach bulging in front of her.
“Mitchell is pronouncing that we should all name him king of Vrare. Can you believe this? He finds himself more worthy than all of our great noblemen. Chilles is upset at this new production he brought up. It was a great idea for our army to have someone to lead them. A king. He decides the army should choose, everyone knows it means himself, but he decided on several others as well. He should become king, he leads the army into victory every time.” Tyson said, staring out the window at the gathering of many people and in the middle, on a stage, Mitchell Carson.
“Mitchell is a nobleman. He has a thriving business and in the most decreasing times knows what the people want. He will know how to get the votes of many of the Zotat and the army and whoever Chilles has chosen to vote as well.”
“The Zotat do not matter. The army, and more importantly Chilles, chooses.”
“You do not think the Zotat have something to do with this? You are more a fool than I thought.”
“They may have something to do with it, but they do not have control over the votes, Chilles will not listen to the Zotat, he does not listen to anyone.” He walked over to the closet by the door grabbed his red coat with the stamped words “Army Of Vrare” over the right pocket. He put it on and ran outside.
“What is happening Chilles?” Tyson asked.
“Another rally for Mitchell. Tyson I would like to talk to you, over dinner for a proposal.” Tyson gulps loudly.
“Alright, would you mind dinner at my house?”
“That would be fine.”
“Do you need me here?”
“No. Just a rally, I don't even see why we are here.”
Tyson ran. He ran to his house. He ran inside to tell his wife to make the house tidy while preparing an impressive dinner. Chilles was an important man. He would be second until the king was crowned. The third was Mitchell Carson. The first until the king, was the Zotat. The Zotat were an important people. They were rumored to be chosen by the gods, they were the closest thing the island of Vrare had to an oracle. Jumalat was the god of gods. He was the Zeus of Vrare.

Chapter One: Proposal
“Chilles, how is your wife and son?” Elanor asked.
“They are fine, Vahvus just turned three a week ago. My wife is trying for a daughter to learn the cleaning and cooking and planting. We might even find her a job at the castle. Speaking of which I have a proposal to speak with you Tyson. I know we all do not wish for Mitchell to become king, but I also know we may not have a choice. I want someone else to run. Someone leading from behind the lines, someone in the army. So they know what they go through.” Elanor knew better than to be in the room while her husband and Chilles talked business. She didn't want to know what her husband would be doing next. She went to bed early that night.
“Did you try Creed? He knows a great deal of the army, he is the best warrior we have.”
“Which is why we don't want him to be king. He will be too aggressive. He will strike war with too many of our allies. I will have no other choice than to stand behind him.”
“Who do you suggest? Maybe under the circumstances you should run?”
“No. Never. The army is my priority. As you know I was behind the king idea, I believe I know who should run.”
“Well who? Who would dare run against Mitchell? The man would gain my vote if he did.”
“Well I was hoping...you would run. Tyson I understand your concerns. We live on a dangerous island. Bless Jumalat, but he has put his trust in our aggressiveness. I think it would please him if you ran against Mitchell and against the Zotat's decision in him.”
“Against the Zotat?” He shook his head. “They are the real power behind the throne. I do not listen to the Zotat's word. I would not be fit to be king.”
“That is why you would be a perfect king. You listen to you, you do not stand behind a false group. You would stand for what you believe Jumalat would want, he sides with you, not Mitchell.”
“I must consider my family.”
“Tyson, I know what Jumalat wants, and you are what it is. Do not take long, Mitchell almost has the decision of most.”
“And you? Has Mitchell almost won you over?”
“Not to admit, Mitchell is not what I need, but he has a way of appealing to what you want.”
“I will talk to you in the morning on my decision, and I will go to the temple of Paatos late tonight. I must consult my family, I will put their lives on the line.” Chilles left and Tyson called his wife into the dining room.
“Elanor, Chilles wants me to run for king.”
“Well you will make a fine king. I do know Chilles would never allow the early death of a king. You would be well protected under his care.”
“I would.” He agreed. “It is you and the child I am worried about.” He touched her stomach delicately.
“We will be fine. I want you to become king. Think if this is a son he will be heir to the throne. We will ensure he will be important one day.”
“He is always going to be important. I want more than one child Elanor. He could go to war and his little brother would be king.”
“What if it was a daughter? Would she be as important?”
“Of course, she would be queen to some other island. Marry into the throne.”
“No. I want her queen of this island. She would be your heir. Queens to marry kings into the throne. I want her in control. Your sons, her protectors, would be in the army. Separate armies, one to protect the island, one to protect the queen, and one to protect the king. More people in the army, every man over sixteen and under forty would enlist. We would build barracks for the army and everyone else would live in the lower areas of the castle. Women would be nursemaids, planters, cleaners or cooks. And the queen would have one king, and the king one queen. Men over forty would be with women over forty in a separate castle. Two smaller castles built for those over forty and those younger than sixteen. You must have permission from the person the queen chooses to marry. No man in the army will marry. You must marry before age sixteen or not marry until you are forty.”
“Why? The men will want a woman to come home to after battle, I know I did.”
“Therefore the women in the queens castle will not be distracted. If they are under sixteen at marriage they will not be worried about the wedding, or preparations. I want them to focus on my daughter, or my daughter's daughter. Do you not want the same thing?”
“But step into the armies' shoes. If you were a nursemaid, a planter, a cleaner, a cook, and you wanted to marry me?”
“I would do everything for my queen!”
“You would sacrifice me for your queen? What of a rebellion? Allow marriage! No matter the age, I agree of a person the queen chooses to allow marriage or not, but not under sixteen.”
“You are the king, you have control.”
“I do not want it if it means the loss of respect from the people who allowed me to be king.”
“Alright, but the castle ideas and everything else remains.”
“I agree. I promised Chilles I would go to the temple of Paatos tonight.”
“I will pack you breakfast.”
“Elanor? What of the houses? The village?”
“Tear it down. Everyone takes what they can and brings it to the castle. Before we tear down the village, we will have everyone go to a table. There they fill out a form saying who they are, their age, and how many children they have and their ages, for the women. The men fill out a form saying who they are and their age. We will build five castles, one for those over forty, one for the males under sixteen and the nursemaids, one for the females under sixteen, one for those between, and the last and largest castle for the queen and king, their children, and the nursemaids. All the books from the library will be brought to the castle and read by the children. A school and hospital will be the only building besides the castles.”
“Alright, so it is said so let it be done.”

Tyson knew they had to vote for him first, but he put all the voting aside and helped the children in the schools build something to represent them in the castle. When it was time for his daughter to find a prince and the marriage quickly followed by a crowning the item the children make would be ceremonially given to the new king. If he was not crowned he would keep it as a reminder of what would have been.
They chose a staff made of sticks and rope. The young children would find the sticks and paint the rope, the middle children would choose the best sticks and make rope, and the older children would carve the sticks into the shape they were supposed to be and sand it with blocks of thin wood covered in flour and water and dusted in sand. And if he was crowned, the children would vote which child out of each class would be put in the finals. They would be asked a question and the crowned would decide the most moral child and they would attend the ceremony and give the staff to the new king.

The rally was amazing it was on the cobblestone streets and it had colors that accented Tyson's deep brown hair, that was almost black, and his light blue eyes. He spoke on the issues, but he appealed to the people on a sympathetic level. He had people step forward and tell him their problems and told them he would, if crowned, fix the situations. No one knew of his plans to build grand castles to house them, he did not tell them of his plans for jobs to everyone, and further more he told no one, not even his wife, the plans to make a separate place he called a prison and an army to guard it. When