"Have you lost your mind, you idiot!?" Alan got a harsh slap on his face from his maternal grandfather. This old man was furious and even though he looked so old, he held an immense strength, which could send Alan falling to the ground with one slap.
Yes, Alan was the King, he claimed the throne, but the real power was held by this man. Zeke. His grandfather from his mother's side. He controlled everything and ruled anything, even people who were against them. They were the mind controllers.
"You useless thing!" Zeke kicked Alan to the ground and did it a few times more, while he begged himself to be spared. He didn't dare to attack back, knowing he wouldn't stand a chance to fight him.
The only people in this room aside from the two of them were Corry, his advisor and the head of the royal sorcerers, Dexter, who was none other than Alan's uncle.
