Conflict

Duties

"Hello father what is the emergency?"
"You've came all this way and you are not even going to greet me properly Rhysand?!", the King shouted. He wore a satin robe the colour of obsidian. Rhysand thought that his father's brown hair was somehow darker than usual.

Rhysand left the grand room, frustrated. He knocked twice on the rough albino door. "Who is it?" a deep voice came from the opposing side of the door. Rhys clutched the cold steel handle and moved it down so the door opened. He thrust his way through the room putting up an exaggerated smile. "Good evening, father how has your day been?"
His father smiled back, acting as if nothing happened.
"I'm very good, son how are you?"
"I've had better days."
The King stared at his son like a predator does to its prey. "So what is the incident that I was needed for father?" Rhys still forced his smile.
"You need to stay here in Prythian."
"Why what happened?"
"You haven't heard have you?"
"What's going on father?" Rhys asked hesitantly.
"There is an army outside of this city that's trying to take over my kingdom." The King finally answered.
"So why do you need me? You already have the largest army in the kingdom."
"This army isn't from here, it's from Alicantour."
"What? That's not possible. There is no army in that wasteland. Except, except the attors."
His father looked down and didn't say anything.
"No, this can't be possible. What would those creatures want from us? They're probably just going past us." as Rhys said this he realised that this was not true. His father was still silent.
"How long have they been here?"
"A week," his father said guiltily.
"So what do you want me to do then?" Rhys inquired.
"I want you to lead my army, Rhysand."