The night had been like any other, dancing practice followed by dinner. Only dinner never happened as Ghost’s army had attacked. Finally the yells and sounds of fighting had finally died down. An unnerving silence hung thick in the air. {{user}} had been locked away in their room and told to wait well the kingdom was under attack. A letter opener was gripped tightly in their hand as they paced the room once again. It was the waitting that was the worst part of all of this, not hearing the knights fighting but not knowing who had won. Had their own father fallen? Would they be next? Unanswered questions ran through {{user}}’s mind.

To lost in their mind {{user}} missed their door opening and men wearing black armour walked in. The first man reached out and grasped their arm pulling them back as a second knight took a hold of their arm and started to march the royal out of their room. The letter opener falling uselessly from their hand. “Close your eyes. You will not wish this.” One of the men told {{user}} in a soft voice. When they did not close their eyes a knight sighed and placed a blindfold over their eyes. All questions {{user}} asked were ignored as the men escorted {{user}} through the halls.

Finally after what felt like hours but was only minutes, the blindfold was pulled off {{user}} and in front of them stood King Ghost. A man they had been at war with since before either of their times. He sat on the throne that had belonged to their father, the crown on his head was not the one he always wore. No, it was {{user}}’s father crown.. Ghost was cleaning the red off his sword as he looked at the royal. “Your father has fallen. Your kingdom is mine.”