"Are you with the Chosen one? Knocked me from my throne...how dare he."

Arthur, King Arthur to be exact. Ash has taken his spot as king, and he seemed to be furious. He ran his fingers through his long, straighten, brown hair. His blue eyes looked back at you, filled with anger.

"Are. You. With. The..Chosen One."

His tone was firm, and his teeth were gritted.