Seven Years later, in a room sat an older lady with gray hair. Sitting on the lap of the old lady was a young kid who was following her hands as she moved the pages of her book. "You like stories on mountain climbers don't you little guy." Nodding his head as if in a trance he returned to looking at the drawings on the new page.
"Asmo this is the last book for the night, you are going straight to bed after this." Not showing any reaction to her words, Izzy went back to reading the book for him. After a short while they finished reading, without delay Izzy picked up Asmo and carried him to bed. After putting him to sleep Izzy walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. "He has his father's weak body, but he acts nothing like him." Sighing after talking to herself she started walking in the hallway, quickly reaching her chamber. Once inside with a dead serious face she grabbed a piece of paper and pen and began writing a letter. Inside the letter she detailed how everyday for the past seven years the king turned a blind eye to how the maids mistreated little Asmo, how they left him some night with no blankets or they suddenly forgot his meal. All of this was seen and reported to the king who never moved to help, the obvious culprit of it all was his wife.
Writing down her frustrations and anger she finished it with her signature, and prepared to send the letter out. Instead of leaving her room she went to her bed and opened a hidden slot in the bed frame, and slid the letter inside. Once done she covered the hole with a piece of wood, looking at it in satisfaction she laid down for sleep.