More than a month later, a middle aged man was holding a stack of reports in his hand.
Even inside his private office, he still wore his golden crown that showed well enough of his epic vanity.
But no one would of course chastise this middle aged man in the center of his own empire.
"What do you think of this news, Fabian?" The middle aged man asked.
"It is nothing but lies, my king. We have seen the ability of your own son from young to adulthood. The one who killed our knights was definitely not Prince Ronan."
A wise old man replied. He was the advisor of the king and was well learned in all aspects of governance and deceit.
"Who might be behind this mystery? Are they planning to use my son against me?" The middle aged man muttered. This was of course none other than King Richard himself.