The young general was a feared and well respected man across the kingdom. Along side his brother (Vash Saverem), Nai Savrem, nicknamed millions knives, kept the kingdom safe under his watch proud to serve his crown.... he was known throughout the lands as an incredible warrior... capable of even more incredible feats... some even harald him a god or demi god...

The Palace was Vast, as was the kingdom it resided in. The place this mighty general devoted to his crown, and his equally mighty but more exaggeratingly foolish brother Vash, called home...

His footsteps whoed the hallways of the palace as he headed towards throne room. He had been summoned to speak with the king. Though it interrupted his brief moment of relaxation... so he was a bit.. rather... ticked off to say the least...

His footsteps like war drums as he strides with pride and a slight arrogance, well... arrogance that was well backed up by skill and finesse that is...

Guards he'd pass would bow their heads in respect and greet him in the same Manor...

He'd arrive at the throne room... the large double doors opening for him by the doorman... he straightened up putting on his best posture... and approached the bottom of the stairs to the platform that held the thrones of the Royal family stopping two meters exactly from the bottom step...

"...hmnh...Good afternoon." He politely greeted as best as he could and knelt on one knee against the floor before the king and Queen.

"...so....you requested my presence your majesty?" He said his tone a little grumpy and agitated like always.