The wicked king

Poul

What am I doing here?

He looks at the woman's face and feels himself rising as she says, "Look, it's a boy!!"

A man wearing a crown and a light beard, its color tending towards orange, with black eyes and long, smooth hair replies: "Of course, he is. He's the heir."

The child closes his eyes, then opens them to find himself in the middle of a duel.

Coach: "Hey, Eric, what's wrong with you? Strike for heaven's sake, what are you doing?"

Eric opens his eyes, dodges the opponent's blow, then hits him with his fist in the face until he falls. Then the referee announces that the duel has ended and declares Eric the winner.

Eric leaves the ring in shock, muttering to himself, "Was that a dream? Who are these people?"

The captain meets him and says, "What happened to you? It's not like you to be careless and let someone hit you!"

Eric looks shocked and says, "Hit me? Since when do I ever concede?"

Captain: "That was the fourth round, why?"

Eric: "No, nothing."
Eric leaves the place entirely to go to his home.

But beside the ring...

Captain's Assistant: "What's wrong with him?"

Captain: "I don't know. I raised him since he was a child, taught him all the martial arts until he became what you see, I say a champion in the whole world, Eric Jan."

Captain's Assistant: "I don't know what to say, but I've never seen anyone in my life who could reach his face, even though he's an MMA champion after all. Could the opponent have been that strong?"

Captain: "I don't know."

Eric in his car, thinking: "Who is that woman, and why did she call me her son, and why did she tell me the name (Poul)? Who is Poul?"

Then he looks at the road, and then he has another vision and finds himself in the same place, but he's ten years old, and he sees that woman looking at him and smiling.

Then he comes back to his senses and looks ahead, but he can't move.
Huh?
What, why can't I feel my legs? No, why can't I feel anything?

Then he hears someone shouting: "Call an ambulance, he's in danger, he's going to die!!!"

Eric in his imagination: "Die? Did the car flip over with me? Hahaha, I've lived as an orphan all my life, striving for wealth and power, and when I finally achieve it, I die," he says with a smile, "Well, if so, I'll die in peace."

Then he finds himself on a bed, and his servant enters and says: "Your Highness Prince Poul, wake up, it's time for training."

Eric to himself: "Your Highness? The prince? Training? What?"
Then he says aloud: "Excuse me, who are you?"

The servant, looking at the ground: "I am your servant, Your Highness Prince Ariaa."

Eric: "And what did you call me before?!"

The servant: "Your Highness, the prince?"

Eric: "No, I mean the name?"

The servant: "Your Highness, Prince Poul?"

Eric: "Is that supposed to be my name?"

The servant: "Sir, I think you should take your bath."
Then she left.

Eric looks at his hand and says: "Who is Poul, and what am I doing here, and where is my coach, and where is my home, where am I?!!"

Then he gets up to look for the bathroom until he passes by a woman and finds a tall mirror with orange hair with black streaks reaching the side of his ear, and a thin and weak body.