Chapter hundred and forty seven: If I can rewrite the stars.
Few years earlier
Sir Liam Judd walked into a room that looked like it housed a young boy of about ten years old. Most of his wardrobe was on the floor and one of his legs was dangling out of the bed.
He smiled, messy Luther who he knew would one day be the greatest lead knight and king's shadow that has ever lived, Liam just had to figure out how to get him to stand up and be less messy.
It was still dark outside but it was time for his training.
He sat on the bed and touched his hair softly.
"It's time, my boy"
"Father, go away!" He pulled the blanket over his head.
"Come on, lead knight... it's time for your training" Liam urged him on.
Luther opened his eyes and sat upright.
