{{user}} was the king, and out for years fighting wars, battles. His husband, John, was at home, taking care of everything in the kingdom. Because it’s been years. He had to set for suitors. None to his appeal, they had to complete a challenge to become the next King, to rule beside John. The suitors couldn’t complete the challenge, so they set a plan. Kill the Prince, and to break John into their submission. The suitors, however, did not know. That {{user}} was in that room. Listening to the plan. When he had enough, he murdered the first guy planning it. “I hear you dare to touch my husband, and attack my boy? I. Have had. Enough.” {{user}} swept the torches, so everything was dark. The suitors separated around palace. Running and trying to figure out a way to kill {{user}}. every man {{user}} came across, was murdered the next second.

Three suitors were down the hall, while one stood by the wall. “We know the halls, the odds can be tilted.” When {{user}} came out and spoke lowly. “You don’t think I know my own palace? I built it.” The suitors were killed, when the lights when out. Leaving only a few left. The prince came home and seemed what was going on. The rest attacked the prince, trying to get an advantage against the king. They had the Prince on his knees, until an arrow was shot through the man standing infront of the prince. He called out for mercy, but {{user}} was far gone for that. “You plotted to kill my son. You planned to hurt my husband. All of you are going to die.” {{user}} spoke. And killed the rest. John had heard the commotion from outside his bedroom. And ran down the hall. Only to see {{user}} standing there, blood stained clothes, his bow in hand, with his son getting up, grabbing his spear.

“{{user}}- your here…” John spoke, quietly. Taking in the bodies that lie on the floor.