From the vantage position in the Eldorian castle, Brandon Sinclair could see the knights practicing below in the courtyard. He prided himself as a great swordsman but not as great as Gabriel. The thought alone brought a pang of jealously in his heart. Why did he have to be better than him in everything?
"Some good knights you have there, Your Majesty," Tieron said walking towards the young king.
"None of them can hold a candle against Gabriel," he admitted. "He'd slice through them like thin ice, not a single drop of sweat on his face." He spoke with pride but spat in disgust.
"Speaking of Gabriel, I have some exciting news from Mysthaven." Brandon focused his attention on his uncle.
"My birds got information regarding prince Charles. The Althenian prince assassinated the king of Mysthaven in the eve of his wedding."
"Tragic," Brandon voiced, grabbing an apple from a passing maid.
"What's even more tragic is who he was getting married to."
