Rothuel stood in awe as he cut off the man's head. Fierce. A bit scary, but he recomposed himself anyways. "Erm... Right. I will to my father about this." He stated, leaving for the king's room.
Quietly, after making sure his dad was awake, he spoke quietly. "....Father... We have war on our hands..." He informed.
The king frowned. "...I knew this day would come..." The ill man paused. "Rothuel, you must guide this war. I... Have little time left." The king thought for a moment, and put a hand on the prince's shoulder. "No... You cannot allow thiswar to happen."
"...W-what do you mean?" The heir to the throne questioned.
"Rothuel, all we want is peace. Tonight... Go to them. See what you can do to stop them." The king explained. "No one knows the place or people there better than you. And make sure know one knows you go there."
"I... I understand." Rothuel agreed.
"Mavis. Go with him. Protect him, and do as he says. I will wait for the safe return of both of you..."