Vincent's eyes slowly crept open as the morning light leaked through his burgundy curtains. He pushed the white sheets from his box and rubbed his eyes before throwing his feet over the side of the bed and onto the white carpet embroidered with a burgundy image of his family crest. He slipped into a black pair of trousers and a white shirt. As Vincent did every morning, he paused at the painted portrait of his family and swore his path to never fail them again. He had done it once and it cost them their lives. He was weak then, he would never be again. He cleared his throat before he pushed his way through the wooden doors and into the hallway of his palace. It was a grand palace, a place he took much pride in and his staff worked laboriously to ensure it remained in a state of perfection. It had forty seven rooms, and rested on the largest estate in the four kingdoms. Each hall was lain with marble, every window curtained in burgundy. All the halls met at the main lobby where, centered and etched into the floor was a shield, a roaring lion centered in that. It was the Jameson family crest and a symbol of pride. As Vincent's footsteps echoed his arrival into tr lobby, staff poured out from different doors to tend to their king's needs. Today, though, Vincent only had one need. When the senior most maid approached him, his eyes fell on her respectfully lowered head. She was a woman in her late thirties, and someone Vincent had once loved as a family member though she was not. She had earned his trust above all others. "Sarah, fetch me Gordon and send him to my study." She nodded but knew better than to move until her king had made an end to speaking, "Sarah, be sure he doesn't forget the reports." Sarah nodded and backed away before hurrying off silently on her mission. Vincent pinched the bridge of his nose, still feeling a bit groggy, as he started down the hall that led to his study. As of late, his kingdom, Del'Mora, had been receiving threats from the other kingdoms, Telrana, Fidelas, and Ravencrest. The kings all claimed that he was monster, that how he was running his lands was barbaric and that if he didn't change, they would depose him. Gordon was his general and his most trusted advisor in matters of war. Vincent dropped into his chair behind the wooden desk covered in a map of the four kingdoms. According to the last reports from his scouts, Ravencrest had moved troops to his borders and Fidelas had increased the frequency of patrol routes. Only Telrana had waited to do anything. For that, Vincent was grateful. A knock at the door announced the arrival of Gordon. Everyone knew not to bother him in his study unless he called for them, "Come in, Gordon." Gordon pushed through the door. He was an imposing man. Standing three inches taller than his king and built like an impenetrable wall, Gordon knew he had only one thing to fear, the man behind the desk. "Did you bring them?" Vincent asked. "Yes, my king," the general answered as he handed the stack of parchments. He continued to speak, "One of our scouts stumbled upon a caravan from Ravencrest that is travelling through the no man's land." Vincent looked up from the reports. This was what he needed. He was beginning to feel restless couped up in the palace, it was time for him to go and do something, "Where would they be now?" He asked the general. "An hour maybe two from Capora," Gordon answered. "Ready my horse and armor. We're going hunting," he dropped the reports and rose to his feet. This would be exactly what he needed.