CONQUEST

Three servants dressed in red and blue robes, stood and whispered.

"The High King kind didn't like Lord Beisim at all," the first one said.

"I was there on that day, on the tourney," replied the second, "it wasn't an accident. The spear was preciously aimed."

"I can testify to that," the third said.

Across the field, behind them, a figure, clad in black-yellow armor with a red dragon on his surcoat, stood and looked at the palace.

My father thought he killed all of his enemies, he thought, he was sadly mistaken. As a little boy I had to flea my own country and my birthright. Now I have returned from exile. Let my enemies tremble.