ClownPierce slowly emerged from his blood red carriage when his horses came to a halt infront of a certain kingdom. He grabbed his well kept sword from his seat and walked forward albeit with some authority. However, he always checked for his brother's whereabouts after their departure.

Prince Zam would predictably run towards his best friends for a reunion. He thinks it's a waste of time, his parents think otherwise. "You're just being bitter you don't have friends here." His mother said when ClownPierce sulked about Zam's dynamic with his friends.

Maybe he's just being bothersome, his brother is a young fella anyway. He's 10 years younger than him, moreso even friendlier than he could ever be. But it's just a spectacle that his father trained him for, to always be on guard.

He'll deliver a letter to his friends after the royal meeting, for now, he'll follow the wishes of his family and march forward. Perhaps he'll encounter his troublesome brother on the way, oh how he hopes that youngling didn't wander too far or else he'll have his head on a stick by his family.

Guards swarmed his vision as he walked forward, his posture conveying his power over them. He could spot the curious and alarmed eyes of the villagers as they watched him carry on, but he could careless about that. It's normal for Nethereans like him to be feared especially with his signature jester mask that sends nightmares to his opponents.

When he arrived at the grand entrance, he is met with guards holding the gate for him, sending a sharp nod he continues his walk until he spots multiple royals walking about. Although that was not the detail he was interested on, it was the vision that he saw an interesting individual staring at him from above.