In the dark of the night, Richard walked in the deeper side of the forest. One of his hand was in the pocket while the other held a lit cigarette. Even with little to no light, he could clearly see whatever was ahead of him.
He could feel his blood boiling and his body which was supposed to be cold was hot and the slightest thought of her made him curse under his breath. He had come here to set his mind straight but his plan had backfired on him.
Taking a drug from the cigar, he slowly let it go through his mouth as he stared at the horizon. The night was a peaceful one and other than the small movements made by insects, there was no noise and all he could listen to was his thoughts.
He had come to Eaghslia with one motive, and that was to avenge the death of his mother. He would make sure that the king would die by his hand but that was not all. He wanted to claim the throne that was stolen from his mother.
