Archibaus Kalibus Ignatious Montaque The 3rd. That was him, he was the King, the King of this city, the King of this land. This land cursed with the curse of dragon kind, fire breathing, castle crushing, flying reptiles. But this was still his Kingdom, the Kingdom his father had left for him to take care of. And he would be damned if an army of newts would destroy it as long as he was still living and breathing, no matter the cost, he would eliminate this threat, and return his land to it's former glory, all the fear, all the death, all these crimes, corruption, scum and plotting would be eradicated. He would swear it upon his Father's honor, today the people would see him as vicious tyrant, but after all this would be over, they could only remember a saviour of the whole Kingdom. And all the people would praise the name, his name, Archibaus, Kalibus, Ignatious, Montaque, The 3rd.
Elliard barely could get the door kicked open and managed to lift his crossbow, when half a dozen of halberds and second half a dozen of longbows aimed right at him in the hands of the royal guard trainees assigned to keep the King's family members, in this case, his son safe both inside and outside the castle. "Well well well, look what we 'ave here." The captain of The Junior Guardsmen steps between the peasant and the blind prince, his hand on the hilt of his sword."In my eyes, we are dealing with an assassin here. A dangerous assassin sneaking around the perimeter. Now then you little scum, you have two options. One, you'll set down your arms, and two, you will be poked full o' holes by my boys." He was not kidding.