The people of the castle were busy with the marriage ceremony which is going to be held tomorrow. Lycaon looked at everyone preparing for the event. The more he looked at them the disgusting he felt. He was not the one to marry anyone, in his eyes females are nothing but weak and powerless creatures. The thing he always lusts for was the power, the power to be superior, the power to control everything, the power to be strongest. But now, he has no power over the King's decision. Standing on the rooftop, he was looking at the people bowing and following the commands of the King. 'No, I'm not one of them' he whispered to himself and walked down from the roof. He searched for his father, the King of the South. He was sitting in the garden with the soldiers standing around him. He was ordering them their work. Walking straight to his father, Lycaon looked at the soldiers. With his one look, they bowed and left, leaving the father and the son alone.