Kyle had been king for almost six years by now. His parents passed when he was just fifteen- making him king at a young age.

He was currently in the stables, patting one of the horses, when Stan walked in. Kyle turned slightly, keeping his hand gently on the horses nose. "Good evening, Marsh." He greeted the warrior. "I hope your duties have been treating you well." He then added.

Stan was a warrior. He had also been hired at a young age, becoming the best warrior they had.