The day when your prized heir has chosen to develop a plot to assassinate you. Hearing word of this, purposely taking my prized carriage on the lesser-known roads of my domain. I begin to take note of the archers lining up along the ridge, their sole purpose to destroy me. That familiar noise of bows being strung back. "My son has learned so much." I mutter to myself, before accepting fate. I am a proud father.