Tyrants Never Last

As the door shut, Will closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This day was not going at all how he had expected it to. How could a king that allowed such violence to occur continue to have such loyal followers? With the blood matches in the ring, the higher taxes and slavery which still outlined the kingdom, he thought that they would be more than willing to take the final verdict he had made.

"It's not that easy, is it?" His father's voice sounded from behind him, shaking him from his thoughts.

Will took another breath and turned around, opening his eyes. What was once determination in his eyes now shone a small spark of doubt. "It seems that replacing you wouldn't be as easy as I thought." He sighed.