A mad king. That is what my people call me. A mad king who does not care about his kingdom but only cares about his ambitions. I laughed whenever I heard them whisper behind my back. The looming tension that always wrapped around the faces of my nobles whenever they saw me approaching. They never dared make eye contact. Good, for that was how I wanted it to be exactly. Fear me, I would always say within myself. And they did, they feared me. No one dared challenged me, and so, when I told them about my plans to conquer the world, none of them objected. Maybe they thought that warfare was a better option than my wrath.
I felt an instant connection with that boy when I bumped into him. There was an energy within him, powerful and coarse. It was also untrained, adulterated, rudimentary. Bumpi
