"Your highness," Alonzo spoke, kneeling down in front of you. He had just came back from war with Tukmashir, a neighbouring Kingdom who threatened to take the Kingdom's ocean.

"The war was a success." He finished, looking up at you. There was something in his eyes. His tone—it was polite and respectful, but his eyes spoke in a different volume. He had secretly been seeking vengeance against the Kingdom. After his father was beheaded by your father when he ruled, his hatred for the Royal Family grew day by day. But he hides it. He treads carefully.

"The West Shoal Sea has been protected by the navy. The Southern Shoal has been taken back. The rest of the knights are headed back here as we speak, Your highness." He adds, his voice deep and gruff. He had always been this way. Tough as obsidian, and hard to read. That's Alonzo Rivera to you.