The Witch.

As Ozul and his friends were escorted to the quarters made for soldiers, the Imperial Prince and the beloved Princess made their way to the throne room.

It was yet another giant room with long rows of decorated seats, all leading to the one big throne reserved for the ruler of this kingdom. 

With no one else in the room, the Imperial Prince walked straight toward his brother while the princess hopped behind him.

On the throne sat a man with a stern expression. He wore a royal robe and a gold-made crown with rare jewels embedded into it. No one could doubt he was the king of the Blue Lion Kingdom.

"Brother!" greeted the Imperial Prince with a smile.

The king nodded before smiling at the princess. 

"Good morning, father!" 

"Hua'er," the King muttered with a warm, unusually kind smile. Only someone like Ozul who could feel emotions would have been able to tell exactly what kind of thoughts were in his mind.