Lord Rolando bravely walked along the aisle of his palace with his three sons behind him. "Jonathan", he clapped. Jonathan, the guard, understood what was required and went out to the back yard. As Master Royce walked past, he heard murmurs of citizens amongst him breathing words like "oh, he does look a bit young, will be cope?". Avoiding all the negative conversations, Master Royce smartened up and walked down, trying to mime his fathers actions to look like a real Lord. After some time, Jonathan the guard arrived with three tall, bronze horses and a small, adorable pony. Lord Rolando, Theon and Edward jumped on the big horses whilst Royce was helped up on the pony. Royce looked at his father and his brothers and compared it to him, sighing. Lord Rolando tied a lead, attaching his horse to Royce's pony so his son is safe and behind them were the two elder brothers of Royce, supervised by the protective guards. The atmosphere was very thick, fog as white as milk covering the scenery. They all hurried, bouncing against the backside of their horses, towards the place of assassination.
