The way of the king

Thirteen years of the sun warrior

it was a bright new day and there was a new king

he didn’t sleep last night his first in the palace he had wanted to be the king and now he could not wait for what he wanted to do as the king

he spent the day talking to his ministers and his kingsmen and in the night he was on the streets disguised as just another man

he learnt about how the things were some from the ministers and some from the streets the place needed roads and the people needed work

but first came the schools which were not many and teachers even less than a few he visited nearby university to recruit the teachers convinced quite a few of them saving the wisest to be his prime minister the lone woman among those teachers

education was made mandatory it needed to be a law so he made it a law then he took care of the roads connecting people across places establishing trade across markets prices were allowed to flow as per the market forces but for a few essential goods the prices were regulated a few things were made tax free like books music and dance or any other expression of speech and art concerts were sponsored by him encouraging people to attend at large

then came the office bearers responsible for administration and judiciary tests were conducted to assess the merit in them and the conversations to seek out the dreamers among them

he had a lot to do and he worked day and night never took the time off for himself and whatever spare time he could get he was still spending it on the streets

the people seemed to be happy living well and earning a living but a fear was still there as wars were still happening

he had reached to all the neighbouring kingdoms had signed pacts of treaties with them but once in a while there was always an ambitious king who wanted to be the king of the kings

so he had invested in a formidable army to guard and protect the borders also got them stationed in neighbourhoods where his allies lacked the strength

the only direction left to secure was up towards the north the king there was a kind man and had never worried about any war

all the efforts to get him convinced to allow the troops to be on his lands to help him ward off any aggression had been treated with a smugly gesture

it was decided then that the armies would march up north to threaten the king with an attack and having seen the might of armies on his door the king would wise up to surrender

that was the decision he was still regretting that night the wisdom he saw earlier was cloaked in the insecurity of might

and it had to be destiny that it was the warrior prince again who had come back to wake him up in that rain

he didn’t sleep that night waiting eagerly for the next day when the prince would arrive and it would get decided in the ring whether he was good enough to be the king

I intend to write the tenth and the concluding piece to this story sometime soon. Would love to hear from you on who should be the king. Please respond with your preferences