Ogcnoton smiled as he watched the family from behind a bush. He had never thought that a family of such riches could be the same as his. The father was hard on the child but it was to make him a better person, if only it worked on him, thought when the father dies it ruins the plan. Much like iron bone training or physical therapy if the training stops, it worsens the problem. He knew well he was a rotton thief of a man who does dirty things just because he has a mindset, but it was because of those who took away his family he could have much better. Having the ability to read, a strong body and a healthy man he could do about anything. But with the sudden loss he needed to coup, a sudden need to do what he pleased turned into a force of habit. He would never let the prince go on without a father, he would do it if he had to.