Prologue
"My Lord" a voice said.
A teenage boy not older than 19 was sitting on a beautifully decorated chair in the dark, gloomy room. His pitch-black eyes were looking through the window towards the night sky which was embellished with starts glittering like scattered space dust. He reached out to smooth his messy jet-black hair and then slowly turned around in order to look at the speaker. On the door frame was standing a man, just a bit older than the boy, wearing shining armor. Some dirty blond hair could be seen under his helmet.
"Your father just died" announced the man.
Instead of looking troubled or sad the boy looked pleased with that new information. A small, definitely not friendly smile appeared on his face.
"Good" he said. "Then it's time for us to execute our plan. The old fool only slowed us down".
"Are you sure about that My Lord. We don't even know if...." the man started but was cut short by his master.
"It is true. The girl is there and when we find her I'll finally be able to put that kingdom into order. Now go and prepare my coronation. I want it to happen as fast as possible. Then get ready to capture her" . the boy ordered looking annoyed
"Yes, My Lord" the knight bowed and left, closing the heavy wooden door.
The boy sight. He looked through the window again. The kingdom, his kingdom, looked so small. He knew that the people were planning a rebellion. But he would prevent it. He would make every single person obey him and he would kill everyone who resisted. Soon...
