Lazarre wakes up in a foul mood. What a fool he had been. To think that his father had finally recognised him, respected him and wanted his input on anything, he is a collosal fool. His father had always ruled alone and made decisions alone and he will continue to do so. At times like this, he is very grateful he does not have a sibling, for anyone would look glorious next to his distinct failures and disappoinment. His mother had died while birthing him so he has never known the love of a woman. Not that it would have mattered if she had lived from what he had heard of her. She has been a princess from a far land, as beautiful as the sunset and just as fleeting. His father had attended a ball once and she had immediately caught his eye. She had been the last born of the frail king of the
