Arabost

Prologue?

The king glared at his men who sat around him chatting like angry bees. Some were sharpening blades, others were playing cards, and one or two were drinking from the largest goblet of wine he had ever seen. The king stood from the table and said something, attempting to capture the attention of his army, but no one valued their life enough to pay any attention. I'll have their heads, the king thought to himself, eyes narrowed, Each and even one of their big heads will be severed at my feet. Then- He brought his fists down hard onto the flat wooden surface causing the men to jump and red wine to slosh over the rim of the glass. "This is unacceptable!" The king roared at his subjects,  

 "Men, we are at war and all you can think about is wine and money! Foolish!" He spat, "Each and every one of you selfish beats! You all  deserve-"

 "Father..." a voice said from the other end of the table and King Cain turned his head to look at his son.  His son. His only son. Heir to his throne. Heir to the future of his country. The country that was going to become a living hell if someone didn't do something fast.

 "Yes boy?" He growled; his head swiveling towards the speaker.The prince held up his hands, palms exposed, as if to say take it easy.

 "MEN!" Cain roared. His patience was ticking and he would have them dead by the morning if they continued to behave like frogs.

 Suddenly, silence fell over the room and the king felt many gazes settle on him. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he acknowledged his victory. He had captured their attention.  

 Cain sighed before starting again, "Men!" He repeated before launching into his speech, shoulders squared,  "It is time we end this truce," He continued; his eyes sparked with a wicked glare, "The pact with the Harloians is useless and everyone in this whole kingdom knows they're planning a rebellion against Wyren. Therefore, the only logical solution is to get them before they get us. I say let's stop being  the nice ones and start winning."

  That was all the time he needed. A proposition had been made and it was up to the army to decide whether or not it should be carried out.  Heads bobbed and excited murmurs rose up around him.  

  Then it is settled," King Cain concluded looking over  his men, "We attack in exactly six months. I advise you start strategizing before I order you dead." And with that, he wheeled on his heel and strode through the large doorway and back into the castle; the young prince right behind him.