My father, King Alphonse Vienerstien, Glared at me with intensity, his eyes devoid of warmth. Not that there ever had been any from the start. While I had been alive for just over 8 years in this world, only five of them I remembered. During that time, it was mostly spent with my mother who had always seemed to be pregnant, and my voluptuous milkmaid. My father had only shown interest when it was time for my class, and that was fiercely dashed.
"So, you think that you have become stronger now?" King Alphonse asked me with a low and deep voice.
"You are talking like I haven't already killed you once. Not only that, but you still have the stones to call me a traitor? What about the people that served you? What about our home? Is anyone left? The only traitor I see here is the man who gave up everything only to become a pawn. You, father," I returned, but my father only laughed.
