The Kingdom of Pres.
The King's castle...
The King's sat on his throne seat, leaning his head on his arm as he overlooked the throne room. His ministers were all there, studying the brooding strangers whose presence were overpowering. Since they came and stayed in the castle–after hearing that their leader was related to his wife–all the attacks on his kingdom had stopped. They had taken residence in his palace used it to their liking. Not that he was annoyed about it; after all, there were powerful people in his castle. His enemies would think twice before attacking him. But something about them gave him a nagging feeling, like a piece of the puzzle he was trying to fit in. But whenever he was about to fix it, it flew away, leaving his memory. In recent nights, he kept on dreaming abo
