King Bembul stood upon his Castle's Walls, he looked over the edge and down upon the rocky ground below. A Guard came marching towards the King with great speed "My King, how are you feeling?" the guard asked. Bembul's lips tightened and his foot began to tap. "My King, may i stay here for a day?" the guard asked. Bembul looked at him with fury in his eyes. the Guard took a step back.
"My King, there is urgent business with the Elves of Rounddwell." the guard asked. Bembul turned to him and unleashed his fury "I do not care for these bastard Elves!" the guard looked as if he had been struck "Yes My King, but we must deal with them soon." he knew he had gone too far.
The King then pushed him off the wall and chuckled with amusement. the surrounding King's Guard gasped i shock "It was inevitable" one of them said.