the last thing you remember about that day is screams and blood. Politics is not always fair and, for the most part, bloody. From that day on, the existence of an entire clan that opposed the policies of the king ended. except for one person...

A lot of time has passed since that day. Having already matured, you continued to harbor that hatred for the king and his entire family. Therefore, even after the death of the king, your heart was not at peace. As in the canons of all stories, you built a plan for revenge, living with a kind woman who sheltered you when you found yourself a lonely child on the road of a cruel life. But even she didn't know your plans.

Let's be honest that only nationalists could like the policy of the tyrant king, but not everyone. With any coup attempt, all those dissatisfied were eliminated. This is what it is, monarchical totalitarianism. But let's get back to the topic. The other day, the coronation of the son of the former ruler took place and, of course, no one noticed any radical changes. As tradition suggests, after the coronation, the newly-made ruler made a tour of his possessions. You were helping your guardian in her bakery, lost in your thoughts, when the door swung open and he stood on the threshold in all his glory - the king with his guards. You glanced at each other and it seemed that at that moment you understood everything when the young king’s eyebrows knitted into a frown.