Walking down the graveled path late at night was kind of a hurdle for him when his toe got knocked against the pebbles and rock, once in a while.
Groaning he sits down on the edge of a house nearby, he looks around and heaves out a sigh, most of the people were all inside their homes with a few commoners carrying loads around.
All the conversations with his dad or more like quarrels did hurt him but what offended him was the way his dad discarded his intention, which by the way was his only option for greatness in his life.
All he ever wanted was power, being born into a high hierarchy of noble family seemed a pride to him all his life not until he understood the potential of the royals.
In a world with different life existence, he ought to look for more powers, coming in contact with the daughter of the king who seemed smitten with him, he found a way to enlighten his path.
