AUTHOR'S POV:
SOMEWHERE UNKNOWN:
''I heard the crown prince became the king. It's going to be difficult this time to take down their...'' a man in his late forties was speaking when he stopped feeling the burning glare at him and met with those cold eyes.
''I don't care what is going around. No matter how many kings they will change, they are bound to become our slaves this time. You keep your men on guard. I want to see how a kid will have the nerve to come on our land and say a word.'' those cold eyes and the heavy voice spoke showing no interest and knowing what he planned was enough for him to achieve his plans with very little effort.
''As you order, sire.'' said the old voice, before bowing and leaving afterward.
''Poor boy. You are going to become a puppet even before y
