Toren quickly became king after the death of his father and older brother. He never expected to be ruling, being the youngest, so he was somewhat clueless. Now he was twenty one and he was up somewhat late,lurking through the library of the abandoned church, the window plates shattered and knocked out, and the brick work somewhat reclaimed my nature.

Still,it served as a small space of quiet away from the posh preening masses.

So he sat with his back against the wall listening to the thrush call.