"My lord!" Dumpling comes rushing in bursting through the door. Lenin Joyern still sound asleep.Lenin was the prince of House Joyern. He had brown eyes as that of an oak tree and black hair till his shoulders. He was in his early twenties and had a scar on his neck. "What is it, Dumpling?" asks Lenin still half asleep. "It's your father!" Dumpling say "Oh!! What does the old man want now" Lenin cuts off Dumpling before he could finish.
"My lord, your father's dead" those words were like a thunder clap to the young prince.
"What ?!" Lenin shouts in his disbelief."You know I don't like these kinds of joke"."I wish I was joking " says Dumpling.
Lenin rushes towards his father's chamber. Only to see a hugh crowd gathered there. He made his way through the people and saw it. His father's dead body in the bed with a dagger stuck in his chest. Loss for words he just sits there thinking. While all this was going on the ministers were more worried about how this will affect the kingdom. You see the continent of Varrden consisted of seven house and House Joyern was one of the bigger houses along with House Frega and House Gramwis. Relations between House Joyern and Gramwis were already pretty sour and now the head of House Joyern, Joseph Joyern is dead with a dagger hanging out of his chest. All the fingers were pointing towards Gramwis but Lenin knew he couldn't blame them without any solid proof as that would surely mean war. There was one more thing people were concerned with. ...
Now that the king is dead who will sit on the throne. Lenin the son of the king or Lenin's uncle Adlaf Joyern the king's younger brother. Adlaf was an Ogre of a man taller and more muscular than your average man. Also more short tempered and less patient than an average man. Just when they were thinking this, Adlaf barges in roaring "WHO DARED TO KILL MY BROTHER!!" Calm down uncle says Lenin
"Oh Lenin look how they brutally murdered my brother those Gramwis bastards will surely pay for this". Uncle we don't know for sure the Gramwis were behind this "who else could it be other than those scheming pesky rats" shouts Adlaf angrily. "Anyhow calm down first we need to give father a proper burial" says Lenin .