1 Chapter 1 The Bloodied Throne Hall

The Kavalon Kingdom which stood as one of the oldest kingdoms that govern the southern area. Their Capital city in the center of their dominion has stood tall and lived in peace with the constant visit of a merchant caravan from all over the kingdom. This city also is known as the only famous trade city and how kind the King governs his subject. However, on one night a rebellion arise and trampled the peaceful atmosphere of this place. The guard who relaxed become the first victim and as the other start to be aware it's already too late.

The massacre started to spread fast and reached deep in the castle. A man with bloodstained armor stands in front of the King with mockery face. The luxurious throne hall also now soaked with the blood of the royal guard as the enemy surrounded the King who sits alone on the throne seat.

"Do you understand what have you done?" The King bellowed and glared at the leading man.

The man laughed and with a smirk walked forward. "I do know what am I doing, my respected uncle." Then the man turned serious. His eyes then shifted on the King's neck and noticed that the familiar necklace was missing.

The King slammed his hand on the armchairs "Are you insane-Argh!!"

The man interrupted the King with a stab in the middle of his chest. "That is why I should lead this Kingdom with 'care'. Now please leave everything to me." He then continued with a second and third stab.

The king looked with disbelieve and trying to say something but only manage to open and close his mouth before his eyes started to dim. The man who stabbed the king smiled and pulled his sword forcefully and made the king dead body fall from his throne.

The man then proceeds to sit on the throne while pondering something while holding his sword that stabbed on the floor. He doesn't seem to care about the bloodied seat and sitting straight with pride. He then looked around inside this room, one knight with black armor along with few warriors with hood and a mask covering their face was standing still to wait for his command. "My guess is right. The king really gives that necklace to the princess-" His muttering are cut by hurried footstep outside the throne hall. The man and the knight turned their head to see the newcomer.

Not long after, one soldier running inside the throne room with injury and hastily kneeled. "My-My Lord, the Princess and her guards escaped our encirclement. Our scouts has been killed and we lost them…"

The soldier voice becomes lower as he saw the man eyes turned fierce at him and he shuddered. The man keeps his silent and released his grip on the sword handle and walked toward the kneeling soldier and silently picked up a sword of the knight beside him.

"Did you say you failed to capture my niece?" His voice turned cold and the kneeling soldier started to shift his eyes downward with a sweat poured on his back. He knows he was screwed because his Lord was known of his bad temper. He could only hope that his Lord can forgive him.

~Zrats

The man unhesitantly swung his sword and beheaded the worthless soldier and thrown the bloody sword back to the knight. With his cold expression, he turned toward that knight and said. "Lead that arrogant assassins group. I want you to bring back that princess. Dead or Alive."

The knight swung the blood on his blade away and bowed. "As you wish." The hollow voice sounded terrifying as the knight eyes behind the helmet shone.