Third Person’s POV
The Prince was enthusiastically playing with his amethyst sword against his father. While his father was having a hard time conquering the abilities of his son in fighting. He was confused for he knew Alexander was afraid of swords before. He was overwhelmed by his son’s strength that he never seen before. Does this mean his son is not a cowardly prince anymore? Has he grown upon himself that he can fight anyone as long as he has the skills? Those were some of the questions injected into his mind. Sweat was around the King’s face but his son couldn't see it for he was wearing thick face armor.
The King was out of his focus, he unexpectedly fell to the ground and the amethyst sword was pointing on his neck, ready to slaughter him at any second. The king raised his hand
