""Great, is what I have been given. I at one time I must admit I had a lovely family, I had a lovely wife, a daughter, and a son now all I have is a son ( though I must admit he is not the smartest ) so with so many thoughts that come to my mind, this one has made me make the decision of writing this letter for my brother and family to be my will so if a time comes when I should become seriously ill or I should pass way. I wish this one wish that my brother Sender should take care of my young son Everson. ( who at this time is only 7 years old) Nor will I ever change this decision, for when I was younger I took a great liking to my brother Sender, I find him to know a few things that him and I learned as children that I find to be what I would like my son to know. Hender ( I mean Sender ) is what I would call my favourite brother, whom though some time has gone by and at this time he has been in what I consider disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent ( disgraceful on both there parts ) But all the same it means little to me ( inless one should kill the other than that would mean more then some thing ) for I find that they are doing the same thing they did as boys only they are doing it in a way they find more suitable to their age. ( though it is a strange thing to me they should still be fighting each other over what ever it is they are fighting for) Now I must add that if Sender does not wish to raise my son with the help of my parents then only wish to a have him leave under my parents care instead of that of Sender my brother, and Eversons godfather. But I do not wish to make Sender feel he must for it he wished not to I could never be offended by him. For one thing I find no way that I could ever dislike Sender, even if he continues these disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent.
Royally and sincerely
Ovlen Royal
The year 670
Will
I wish for Sender Royal my brother to take care of my son Everson should I pass way. In every thing that is suitable to what my son may need to be knighted and grow up, Knowing, Loving, and Serving God.
I wish my son Everson to receive my Royal sword when he is knighted should I pass way before this time comes.
I wish my family to do what they wilt with my other things.
A word of two to Victor. I could not surpass my joy when I heard from Sender that you have took a higher place amongst the life of a guard at the palace. Though I also heard of your little mistake in following orders, though it happens. You I must admit have found a better place in life then I, for I was once told I could pick what ever I wished and I picked a quiet life. I hope you continue to do well and avoided mistakes ( though they happen)
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To Clivent
Clivent you told me most of the facts of how you and Sender have stopped the Arguments and fights. But to me it does not seen to be the nice way to put an end to it. But I must say it served both you and Sender right to receive what you both received.. There seems to be one thing though that I must point out which I find is that Sender seems to be avoiding any kind of arguments with you. But on telling you this you said that this is not true, but I tell you to ask him for he will tell you so, for I know my brothers even, if they know me not. So I must admit I am very happy with all that you and Sender have accomplished. I have to tell you I love all my brothers, and family members dearly, it bothers me to see any of you suffer.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To my little brother Victory. I must admit each time I think of your name I think of you first fight with wooden swords that you had and of course you won. Your name makes that evident. But I have a little thing I wish you to do,.which I have told you before. But sense my hands are weak I can not right much more to you only remember I love my little brother, and keep winning Victorys. You have many to win since your only 14 years of age.
Royally and lovingly sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
Hender or Sender, I like your nickname better, please I beg you Sender that's soon as you return home read my will. I am passing way. I grow weaker each day. I have written you another letter, with much I had to say.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
My dear cousin Hillmore I am very sorry about the pain I have put you though. But I must admit that I thought it served you well, and you told me so your self. But now I am dying and can not come and do what I told I would do but will you do me a favour in stead. Could you tell You 19 year old brother about My illness and I have some thing Sender knows to give your family.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
You dying cousin Ovlin Royal
Make a story of Sender and Clivents first argument and fight we're there drew swords to one another and there father the general in the kings army and Victor and to separate them. Describe the punishment there kins men the king inflicted on them though he was very kind to them even well the punishment was being carried out. for Hender his sword was taken away for a month and to add to the shame it was his royal blade. And Clivent was threatened with the torchure chamber but he had a different punishment carried out. And after it was over there was still discord among the brothers. On day month's later Clivent drew his sword on Sender a must an argument and cut his face . The argument and took place in the royal family room. When Clivent saw his bloody brother sink to the floor holding his face and his mother crying by his side his heart became heavy and he left the court and went to another city were the kings son was in charge of the city. And there he helped his cousin the gate Lord. But then learning his brother Sender had forgiven him he went home we're it is said no one would know that Sender is older then Clivent be cause Clivent has a huge respect for the brother who cut his face. So on clients returning the king there kins men asks Clivent to be his treasurer. Talk about Ovlins other two brothers Victor""
**Title: The Royal Discord and Redemption**
Long ago, in the halls of the Royal family, the siblings of the Royal lineage were known for their valiant nature and unwavering loyalty to the crown. Yet, even in the sturdiest of families, frays can unravel, and so was the case with Sender and Clivent Royal. The first of their arguments that spiraled into a duel of blades was one of profound impact, leaving a scar not only on flesh but on the familial bond itself.
Sender and Clivent, both trained in the art of combat and strategy, were known as the twin stars of the Royal family, shining brightly but always in silent competition. It was during the grand celebration of their sister's betrothal that tension rose over a trivial matter of the lineage's legacy. Words sharpened by ego, laced with pride, escaped their lips, igniting the fire that led to the unsheathing of swords.
The clang of metal echoed through the hall, drawing gasps from the gathered nobles. Their father, the General in the king's army and their brother Victor, lunged forward to separate them. But it was too late; the damage had been made manifest with a cut to Sender's cheek.
Despite their father's disappointment, and the tears of their mother that fell like pearls onto the marble floor, the king, their kinsman, bore no grudge. His punishment, however, was designed to teach a lesson. Hender, nicknamed Sender, was stripped of his right to carry his royal blade for a month—an act that weighed upon his honor like a mountain. And Clivent faced the grim threat of the torture chamber, but instead was tasked with laboring tirelessly for the wounded in the kingdom's infirmary for an equal duration. A king's kindness can sometimes lie within the strictest of disciplines.
Discord lingered like a shadow amongst the brothers, a gap widened by Clivent's second outburst that culminated in Sender's blood-stained visage upon the floor of the royal family room. Overcome with grief and shame, Clivent fled to a distant city under the rule of the king's son. There, he toiled for redemption, aiding his cousin, the gate Lord, in securing the city’s defenses.
Time and distance, those silent healers, mended Clivent's tormented spirit. News of Sender's forgiveness was a balm to his scarred soul, and with courage bolstered by the love of his brother, Clivent returned to the fold. His humility, born from penitence, was rewarded when the king appointed him Treasurer—an honor that eclipsed his prior indiscretions.
Beyond Clivent's tale were the siblings, Victor and Ovlin Royal, each carving their own path amidst the legends of their family. Victor, a towering figure in his own right, climbed the ranks of the palace guards, embodying the watchful protector whose presence assured peace. His mistakes were few, his triumphs many, and his name often whispered in reverence among the barracks.
And Ovlin, keeper of peace and weaver of words, strayed from the call of the sword to a life of quiet contemplation. He observed the bonds of his brethren and counseled them through his letters, wielding his quill as deftly as any sword. His love, eternal and unwavering, would guide his son, young Everson, through the depths of loss and the heights of nobility.
Thus, amidst the tumult of royal duties and familial strife, we find tales of argument, punishment, and redemption. Though the Royal brothers bore the weight of their follies, their stories were written in the ink of kinship and utmost respect for one another, enduring the trials that history bestows upon those with the courage to bear them.