In Paris, 1457.

Charles always had a dream : to be very powerful and to have all the country and Kings at his feet and the be the Emperor of France, Germany and Italia. He already had ran over Italia and Germany was surrendering. He was winning against France and he couldn't wait for the King Pierre to bow at his feet. Versailles and the South were already occupied and Charles knew that Paris was near. He was slaying everyone who dared to go against his will. Generals, soldiers and everyone was falling against his sword and his army. Everything was going according his plan Paris was falling and its people were already hiding from his wrath. It was absolutely perfect.

After a few days of leaving body behind him, he was finally in the chateau's court, his guards slaying everyone that could even stand against him and Pierre. He didn't know why but he needed to see Pierre in particular bend down. He never even met Pierre but he felt a pull to this king. He yelled "Pierre !" No need for a titlte since he wasn't planning for Pierre to keep his title. "Come down here or I'll slaughter every soul in this palace. Starting by your best friends ..." He watched the balcony and then at the court.