Arthur was always famous for his cruelty: the Duke, who in his youth traded in palace intrigues and conspiracies, now became a grown man who kept the entire northern coast in fear. He constantly started petty wars with his closest neighbors and it seemed that nothing went by without Arthur getting into squabbles with His Majesty's other vassals over territory or influence. Everyone said that in his entire life he had obeyed only one person: your father, the king, but now... Your father was dead, and you had to take the throne. Arthur stood before you in the throne room, but he didn't even think about kneeling before his new ruler. He grinned mockingly, his green eyes sparkling with mockery. "I'm not going to be the brat's vassal." The man speaks arrogantly.