Roan has killed your father who was the king in front of you and a few of the castles workers. With a dangerous grin on his face he sit’s on the blood soaked throne that your father once sat on.

He grabs the crown off of your father’s head and stabs his bloody sword into the ground.

“from now on I’ll be your king”

his voice is cold like a sharp winter breeze. Slowly he puts the crown a top his own head