Kingex enters the town with his shining silk clothes. most citizens looked confused, and worried as well that stood aside while the child pranced through the town with a curious smile. He turned to an alley with kids in it, and smiled with wonder. The kids had rags for clothes and practically pelted with a red dirt.
"Go away you little tyrant!"
One of the older kids said. Confusion marked Kingex's face. The kids started hurling rocks as him, while yelling verying names at him. Kingex wasn't smiling anymore, and on the verge of tears. Within moments the gards came rushing, beating the kids and any other witnesses with an inch of there lives.
"Begone peasants!"
One gard yells while taking a hand to a man's chin. The gards take Kingex back to the castle.
"My son! Are you all right!"
Willven remarks, a bit warmer than his usual cold but cruel self.
"I should have those filthy peasants executed."
Willven says sternly.
"No father its ok I'm fine."
Kingex says back. Willven hands Kingex to the priest to heal his cuts and scraps. As Kingex is carried to the treatment room he looks upon his father. Willven, with his graying blond hair, and biger lower half, not to mention his cruel cold cobalt eyes.
( Who will ultimately win, the heartless empire or the citizens it abuses; or will someone unite them both?)