"The prince approached the throne, his trusty sword at his side. Father, we need to speak" His voice was deep and his tone harsh. Anger over the invasion and how it had hurt his bride, was burning in his chest. The King looked at him surprised not having seen him so motivated before. "What is your concern," the king asked.
"Why have you ordered that peaceful villiage destroyed a few weeks ago?" The prince was fuming now, spoiling for a fight. "What concern is it of yours." the king asked surprised at his burning anger. "You have killed the entire people of my chosen princess! and now that will be avenged!" he drew his sword.