There was an air of urgency as people ran from one room to the next, completely ignoring the boy strolling through the halls in jeans and a graphic T-shirt. Funnily enough, he looked completely out of place. Yet it seemed like no one cared at that point. They were all frantic from a huge battle that had taken place. Especially because their king had taken alot of damage. You would wonder why there were no guards watching for intruders, right? Especially cause they were just attacked? It didn't seem right, but it worked in the boy's favor.
The boy continued to push through the halls until he made it to the throne room. Without knocking or announcing himself, he just pushed open the doors and walked in. On the throne sat a man in crimson red robes, which were torn and weathered. He looked extremely battered up, completely covered in bandages. The man let out a deep sigh, looking at the boy with narrowed eyes. Yet the boy still dropped down on one knee, bowing his head.