Long live the king!

Richard slowly slipped to the ground, resting his back on the wall as his gaze remained fixed on the dead bodies. He was torturing himself by looking at the bodies.

His mind was clouded as the scene of how they were shot and fell dead to the ground kept replaying it self in his head.

He had to do something about their death and he would be able to. Why waste it? He needed to know what they did and why they had to die the way they did but first, he needed to attain power.

He couldn't do anything as he wasn't officially crowned the king yet. The lords of the game showed a display of power. Richard thought he should also have same authority.

They should be under him right? He slowly stood up and rolled his fist into a ball. "What ever you did, it doesn't deserve this inhumane act." He remembered Sira telling him about their daughter.

They just made the poor girl an orphan. They ruined her life. He needed to make up for it. He examined himself and slowly looked towards the door suddenly