"As you know, the girl you have imprisoned. The golden-eyed girl from the Prophecy. The girl who you wish to execute. I want her. Give her to me."
King Lemarke frowned at him, "How do you know of that?"
"Impossible." A voice sounded out from behind and the King turned, finding his son glaring down at the intruder. He looked strangely not like himself.
"Erasmus." He warned but Eric ignored him, looking straight at the man beside the King.
The intruder smirked and there was a noted rise in the hostility hanging around in the room.
"What a system you have here, father. Is that your heir? To this place? Your beloved Kingdom? Look at him, he's scrambling on his unsure feet as he obsesses over a mere girl, a complete fool of a girl I might add."
"Hold your tongue." King Lemarke warned dubiously, he stepped back to take a proper look at his two sons.
