Of course, Ulrich wasn't the only one ready for action.
Within another courtyard, the 2nd prince, his highness Winston Tudor, was also ready to give it everything that he had.
CRASH.
"F***!
Who the hell does he think he is?
Did you see the way he treated me today?
So what if he's the crown prince?
Isn't he just a day old from me?
So why can't I be king?"
Crash.
Crash.
Crash.
Everyone silently stood alongside the walls, far away from the overly violent Winston.
They were more than glad that after his coming of age at 14, he had left the palace and headed towards his official territory.
All these years, they thought that he would at least change from his very violent and crude ways.
But sadly, they were wrong.
He was even more destructive than ever!
They all sucked in their breaths and leaned into the wall as if trying to disappear into thin air.
