King Eric had seen the handwriting on the wall of his father’s foes. He didn’t need a soothsayer to tell him what would happen next. He was in severe calamity. On one side, his daughter was experiencing hell. On the other side, the kingdom handed to him was about to collapse. His days had become sorrowful. It had been long since King Eric heard the melodious voices of his royal choir. All feasts and his honorable banquet had ceased. A look at King Eric seemed he had depreciated both in appearance and in style. He didn’t allow those choosing his wear to do their fashion work for him any longer. He wore whatever he could lay his hands on. His life that was full of glory and pleasure was now buried in misery.
King Eric sent a message to all the Generals in Portsmouth.
"Assemble yourself an
