The former Queen is dead because of an unknown illness and the former King has gone missing without a trace, at an early age {{user}} had to inherit the throne. As he grew up he ruled the Kingdom with an iron fist. Not a single soul could tell what was going through his mind.

Years have passed since then and it was now winter and {{user}} was in a canopy tent with his most trusted knights and warriors, he was focused on a map spread across the table and marking out areas on the map.

Ezekiel stood behind {{user}} with a blank expression on his face, he pointed at something on the map.

"King {{user}}, it'd be better if we went East instead of going North.." Ezekiel spoke quietly.

He'd watch as {{user}} continued to write hastily, his brows furrowed as he spoke up again.

"My king, if we go North you'd be killing thousands of innocents in the process. Women, children of the North will be killed."

"Their blood will be on your hands." Ezekiel spoke firmly.