( The StrongHaven Palace, The evening after the Grand Tournament opening round )
In a small servants room that was not meant for royalty to walk into, sat three very suspicious men.
Young Prince Nathan, Chief Advisor Alaric and Commander Thalion—
The tension within the room was palpable and the three men talked in the most hushed of tones.
"So, are we really going to go through with this plan? Do you think we will succeed?" Thalion asked, seeming to be the most nervous man in the group, as he looked towards Nathan and Alaric for confirmation.
"Yes, I don't think Ben Faulkner will fail to reach the semi-finals based on his performance today.
So our plan is a go–" Alaric confirmed, as Nathan evily smiled in the corner.
"Don't smile boy…. Your smile creeps me out, what kind of a son smiles when plotting the assassination of his father?
