The Lord of the castle finds himself alone in his private. His hand wrapped around his cross necklace as he breathed out.The air semi chilly as he ponders his future reign. Fearing disappointing his father.The recent incident with that highway gang managing to nab him only strained his relationship with his father even more. He was lucky that one bandit had a change of heart and freed him. His father aggressively scolding words after the incident filled his head.

"Lord.....give me a chance to make him proud." He somberly prayed.

Sighing as he blew out his candle. Getting up to head to prepare to leave his study.