For the king

Serving justice

-is it true ? are you my real father ?

-What ? did you believe that ? no , of course not i just had to lie, i told you they were going to hang you but you didn't listen.

-Who are you then ?

-i am the father, they just call me the father.

-And why did you save me then father ? i'm nothing but a worthless foot soldier.

-No you're not, you just have to trust me and trust the 59 men that died, trust that fire on the hill

and the wind howling inside you.

-why should i trust you ? what do you want me to do ?

-You shall serve the king justice.

-wait you work for the king don't you ? the officers, they feared you.

-Oh well boy they fear the father not the real me, because the father is one cold hearted bastard but he is now resting, down in the churches basement, being tortured by all his prisoners, why kill a man if you can make his suffer for life huh ?

-what better does that make you ?

-well i'm not better, i am the father i should as cold as him otherwise i ll blow my cover

-so you are an impersonator ?

-Yes you could say

-No son you shall wear this armor and go into the throne room and there you will serve justice to the king.

-But what about the castle guard ? they are the best soldiers from the kingdom i'd need an army to get past them.

-Have you seen any soldiers inside the halls ?

-i suppose not

-So you will go the royal palace, now get going