The Mad King 's true love
The last rays of the setting sun were illuminating Divinity's Reach. The high archways
took on glowing orange colors, reflecting on the labyrinthine structures of the city below.
The city seemed to be radiating in a divine way, living up to the glory of its name.
Keith and Elienna were sitting on the city walls watching in amazement as the spectacle
unfolded. It was Elienna's first time in Divinity's Reach.
Elienna had always begged Keith to take her to his hometown back when they had first
met in the Grove. Keith worked there as an emissary of the Seraph to maintain the
relations between Queen Jennah and the Firstborn. Every two months Keith went back
to Kryta to report back and this time he had taken the young Sylvari woman with him.
“This is so incredible...”, whispered Elienna. Keith replied:
“Yeah, it's beautiful, isn't it?”
They watched for a few more minutes before darkness started to take hold of Tyria. It
got notably colder as the sun disappeared, so the young pair decided to return to their
lodging. As they walked down the stairway to the city, Keith commented that the moon
was bigger than usual. And it seemed to smile, too. Elienna answered, lightheaded as she
always was “Are you kidding me? It looks the same as always to me. Are you sure that
barkeeper didn't put anything into your drink? You know how those Norn can be
sometimes.” “Of course he didn't”, muttered Keith with a shake of the head.
Walking in silence for a little while, they came to a crossing in the Western Commons.
Suddenly they heard paws running on the ground, approaching quickly from the underpass
to Eastern Commons. “Careful”, Keith said, as he quickly pulled her aside behind a
corner, “You never know what those Charr are up to late at night.” But instead of
assaulting them the Charr came running by as if hell was chasing him. Seconds later this
thought seemed to become reality, when a madman with a pumpkin-head followed by
three horsemen came rushing through the underpass behind the Charr.
“We need to help her!” Elienna immediately shouted, charging ahead, directly followed by
Keith. Using her guarding magic she created a shimmering barrier between the creatures
and the Charr. The pumpkin man came to a screeching halt and was looking outraged at
such frivolity. He said: “I am King Thorn of Kryta and today I have finally returned to
my country, after two hundred and fifty years! I demand you let me pass!”
Keith countered: “Why should we let you pass, dear “King”? You are chasing after a
poor Charr lady in the dark and it doesn't exactly look like you're playing a game of
King Thorn had a surprised look on his face. “You do not know who I am? Has all
culture and tradition gone to waste since these dragons showed up? Finally I make my
way to this forsaken land again and I'm greeted with nothing but disrespect.
My only intent was to ask this lady where I could find the bakery.”
“Don't listen to him!”, the Charr lady interjected, “He suddenly appeared out of nowhere
and was looking all scary at me shouting weird stuff!”
“Scary? Oh dear lady, I didn't mean to scare you. I was hoping someone would finally
appreciate my handsome appearance... out of all the women I've met so far. Wouldn't
you like to ride my pony?”
“Enough! Stop hitting on her, you cursed creature!”, Keith shouted and readied his bow
at the same time. The horsemen gathered around their King in anticipation of a fight.
The air suddenly felt colder than just minutes ago and nobody dared to move, when
something unexpected happened.
A grand glittering purple illusion manifested above the scene in the air, taking on the
shape of a beautiful young woman with noble charisma, reverberating the light of the
moon in all directions.
“My Queen...”, Keith said, bowing deeply.
“Rise, Seraph. Mad King Thorn, I demand an explanation for dark magic in Divinity's
Reach! What is going on here?” The voice seemed to be everywhere, filling the city with
a wonderful melodic sound.
The Mad King seemed to be blown away. The pumpkin's
glow slowly faded from a mad yellow into pink and his
expression softened by a great deal.
“A true royalty... so beautiful... so worthy of mine...
stunning magic...perfect...smells even better than pie”, was
all the mad king could voice. “My dear king, I think you are
bewitched”, the horseman at the back said.” “No, no, don't
worry, I am not. Queen... What was your name again?”
“I am Queen Jennah of Kryta and I have no idea what you
are talking about.”
“My lady, Jennah... would you like to become the eternal
wife of my mighty self?”, Thorn asked, kneeling down.
The face of the Queen's illusion took on an amused expression.
“I am pleased to see that you obviously like Kryta's current Queen. After all, I'm sure
you were somewhat lonely after 250 years without celebrating here.
But you should have known that the Six Gods wouldn't leave your attempt to break the
“Ugh... don't remind me of those bastards...”
“Anyway, I think I'll have to decline your oh-so gracious offer to marry me. For now I am
fully dedicated to ruling Kryta.”
“Nooo! This is a grave mistake! I shall not give up!” And with these words, the Mad
King raised his arm and swore:
“By the beauty of Queen Jennah, I vow to return every year on this day until one day
you will become my most beloved wife!”
Right where he stood, in the Western Commons, a runic circle was forged in the ground
by strange magic. Intricate patterns where woven inside it, finishing in the middle with a
pumpkin. Shrouded in darkness, the Mad King and his horsemen disappeared, leaving
nothing behind but thin air.
“It seems the issue is resolved for now”, said the melodic voice of Queen Jennah, as the
“Thanks for coming to my aid”, the Charr lady said to Keith and Elienna.
“You're welcome. It's imperative to stand together in these dangerous times”, Elienna
replied, smiling at the Charr.
“You better get to an inn now, before more of this weird stuff happens”, Keith added
before they left.
As they were approaching their home for the night, Elienna softly whispered:
“Maybe you were right. The moon does look slightly different tonight.”