Lityerses’ father, Midas, had already gone to bed. The night was storming, droplets of water tapped onto the golden framed windows of the mansion.

Unconsciously, Lityerses traced up and down the sides of his sword in anticipation. Something was about to come, wasn’t it? That’s what Lityerses was feeling, right? He frowned as lightening struck distant ground.

“That’s one pretty bad storm..” Lityerses mumbled to himself before he realized that someone was let into the mansion. It was dimly lit in the foyer and their voice rang out a greeting.

But instead of a formal greeting a prince typically would give. Lityerses grabbed the intruder from behind, pulled them into him while positioning a sword to their throat.

“Who are you and what’s your business being here?” Lityerses spat at the intruder, his voice laced with poison.