The beauty within havoc, was that it had no order. In hindsight this seemed bad, but it actually benefited those who had unique motives!
Through chaos, it was easy to skip many social or legal barriers; in this case, it got much easier to sneak through the huge palace!
Those tens of skilled men who kept this royal structure safe, seemingly forgot that they had a king to guard. Their stereotypical, white armour shone as they dashed towards the battle-grounds!
Any mortal would understand that this bee-invasion was fatal, so their worry was excusable. Disorder was inevitable for anyone nearby.
"If the king is just some old fart, I'll rip the golden fangs off his mouth." William thought, as he leaped out of a bush, and finally stepped on the palace's marble-work.
A wide hallway greeted him, it was at least thirty meters long. This place carried enough golden-decorations, that one would think half of this city's economy was invested in it!
