1 The begining

It was a sunny, busy day, merchants could be heard hollering how cheap their prices were, horses could be heard galloping around the city. Everyone was happy except for one person, the king.

King Ambrus, he was a muscular, serious man with eyes as dark as coal which at a glance made him look evil. He was sitting on his throne, head resting on his fist while furiously yelling at the dukes standing in front of him.

"What are you doing here! We're about to lose part of our kingdom and you're just standing here?!" 

The dukes frightened, beheld him in silence, only lowering their head in response. It wasn't just the dukes he was yelling at, he was even screaming at his bodyguards whose only job was to protect him.

In the same world in another kingdom to the north it was a different story. Queen Maralah, queen of the land to the north, a beautiful woman with mid length brown hair and eyes as green as emeralds, had just woken up feeling content. Her expansion project was going like planned, there was no opposition to her plan and King Ambrus was not stopping her. She walked to her balcony and breathed in the air hearing all her cheerful people going on with their life. She called in her advisor to her room, "Has king Ambrus said anything about our expansion?"

To which her advisor responded, "My informant told me that the king is furious and yelling at everyone." Queen Maralah said nothing, the only response being a chuckle that escaped her lips.