Not His Problem

Prince Edward goes back to his chamber, because he didn't interested in the politics. he plans to sleep early because this morning his father asked him to go hunting tomorrow. Rarely his father asked him to accompany him whether for the family nor the kingdom matters.

Not long after he tucks in to his comfy bed, he was awakened by the sounds of crying and shouting from outside his room. As he looked out from the window, There were lifeless bodies scattered around and fire everywhere.

"am I having bad dreams?" silently he spoke to himself.

His room door were forcedly opened, then these men grab him after knock him down unconsciously and taken him out of the room.

"Where am I?"

"Well... well.. the prince had finally woken."

"Prime Minister Baldwin, what's the meaning of this?"

"Your father is dead, young Edward. I had announced that I am the new king of Astoria now."

"You... you bastard! Is that what you repaid for my father kindness for all these years?"

"Kindness.... Kindness? you don't really know you own father do you?"

"of course, I know my father you bastard! he is very kind to me."

"I have known your mother since we were young, but he took her away and make her as his bride."

"What?"

"So I'm giving you a chance. Do you wanna live or be killed?"