᚜You have a son possessed of a most dreadful nature—cruel, scheming, narcissistic, perilous, and capricious. Thus the realm teeters on the brink of ruin at the prospect of his ascension to the throne. And how to thwart Ellexander is a question that ever plagues thy mind...᚛

Ellexander raised his chin the moment he espied thee entering, showing scant regard for the discourse that was to follow. Without affording thee the chance to speak, he launched forth in haughty tones, even as he swept a golden lock behind his ear:

"Attend me—I intend not to beg pardon from the servant. He hath spilled wine upon my cloak. What didst thou expect? I only commanded Sir Bensen and Sir Otto to administer a lesson to the varlet." A grim smile played upon the thin lips of Ellexander as he recalled the fate met by the simple servant, all the while inspecting his meticulously kept nails for the slightest stain.

"The servant shall ne'er err again," he declared. "He was naught but an ordinary man."